Chapter 15
Sam
“I usually do yoga in the mornings and I really need it today,” Eve says, brushing her fingertips along my cheek.
The morning sunlight illuminates every distinct feature on her face. Cheekbones, eyelashes, eyebrows, green specks in her eyes, all are glowing and breathtaking, so I have no chance in saying anything but yes to her angelic face. But my dick is hard and I need her to stay in bed with me.
“I usually need you.” I put my nose to hers and grab her ass to pull her closer.
She pulls one arm around my neck and the other grabs my ass. She inhales as I drag my fingertips from behind to her puckered hole and down to her wet slit. She gasps, exhaling hot breath into my ear.
I’m in a trance, wired and buzzing from the sensation that is Eve. Everything about her, every move, every touch brings me to a place that I shut out of my mind long ago. The thoughts creeping into my mind now were filed and locked away years ago. The urges to dominate are being ripped out, filling every pore and threatening to control every muscle in my body.
Her moan in my ear brings me back to our bodies writhing together. My now-throbbing cock is enveloped and squeezed inside her warm, wet cunt. The pressure is so great, I feel the need to push harder, the need to fuck until it hurts, the need to make my mark. To bruise us both and make us swollen for days. To break the pain/pleasure barrier with her.
It’s Eve. There’s something about her makes me need it again, but I have to hold back. My rhythm steadies as I pull back to my knees, her on her back, my thumb on her clit. My cock teases that place inside her until she moans my name repeatedly. Her whole body is shaking beneath me, and I can tell she’s holding back so as not to wake the baby. Pulling my cock out, I spill my release on her belly and tits. The view is intoxicating as she looks at me with adoring eyes, so full of lust, always ready for more.
Using a tissue to clean her off, I say, “I want to watch you do yoga.”
“I was hoping you would join me.” She sits up, leans over, and takes my still-hard cock into her mouth.
“I’d rather watch.”
Pumping my length with her mouth and hands, she looks up with a smile like an evil temptress. She releases me from her mouth and kisses the tip.
Still naked, she stands up and flips the switch on her nearby boom box, which plays earthy, twinkly new age music. She sets out a yoga mat and faces me with her hands folded together, legs straight and feet crossed, closes her eyes, and breathes deeply.
God. She’s beautiful like this.
Her hands push up to the ceiling and spread apart, making a circle around her, exposing her breasts until she leans down and sets her hands flat on the yoga mat. She bends and swings her whole body into a backward U-shape, then there’s more swinging until she eventually stops in a pose that makes me moan. Ass up, bent forward, feet and hands flat on the mat, she pushes her breath out and I hear her hum.
That’s about all I can handle. She smiles seductively at me, hair hanging upside down while I walk up behind her and kneel. I run my hands up along the insides of her straight legs, starting at her ankles, and end at the bare lips of her pussy, still shaven just for me. I trace my tongue from her clit up to her pussy. She’s so wet, I feel her drip onto my chest. Reaching underneath her, I pinch her nipples and lash my tongue inside her.
Moaning and gasping, she orgasms as her knees buckle. I pull her onto my lap, and her back leans against my chest, her head rests on my shoulder.
“Mmm.” I copy her yoga sound.
I feel every inch of her skin in this position. I swear she reads my mind and lifts with her legs to position herself over my straining dick. I lean back on my hands a little. She bounces over me, slick and warm, and I have the most perfect view of her ass, bent knees, and pussy between them.
Fucking perfect.
The morning light still pushes through the curtains and highlights her silhouette moving over me. Our combined scent is so intoxicating, I want to bottle it up and bathe in it. With hushed and heavy breaths, we come together in one final thrust.
Lying behind her on the floor and combing through her mountain of hair, I find her beautifully sated face and kiss her cheek and jaw. Her palm finds my cheek, and we’re back to the very pose we found upon waking.
“I think I like yoga,” I whisper and nibble her cheek.
“Oh, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” She bites my chin and we laugh.
Right on cue, Aaron’s voice squawks through the monitor. Our time is up, but I can’t complain. She’s amazing, and I’ll take any time with her I can get.