No man on this earth has been presented with heaven and expected not to touch, kiss, caress, fuck, and own what stands before him. I can’t take my eyes off her perfect body. What seems like miles of pearly white skin, absolutely unmarred, stands before me. She’s a natural redhead in every sense of the word, and I’m fascinated by her hair falling in waves over her shoulders, teasing her breasts the way I want to tease them with my mouth.

I grip my hands into tight fists and grind my teeth. There is nothing I can do right now but try to calm the fuck down or lose my shit by lifting her over my shoulder and carrying her to the nearest flat surface. Forget flat. I’ll take a wall at this point, even a goddamned utility closet as long as it’s private.

Fuck!

I run my fingers through my hair as she sits down. Dear Lord, give me strength; her face is at exact eye level with my hard cock.

She glances at my dick and licks her lips.

Licks her fucking lips.

It takes herculean effort not to thrust my hips in her direction and demand those beautiful bow-shaped bits of flesh suck me in.

Luna lifts her hand and clasps mine. “Sit down on your mat, face the teacher, and wait for your instruction.” She bugs her eyes and makes a face, gesturing around the room. I chance a look away from her beauty and find I’m basically the only one standing up, losing his ever-loving mind while the most stunning woman I’ve ever met is sitting naked, eye level with my dick.

How is anyone functioning right now?

Doing what she says, I make my way to a seated position and cup my hand over my erection, hoping the fucker will go down. Looking around, I see that a few other fellows are having the same problem, including the teacher.

Atlas, the curly haired guy, smiles at the class. He’s got one hell of a spitfire for a wife…who happens to have a bangin’ little body now that I can see it fully naked. “For those of you who are new, welcome to naked yoga. This is our first ever couples’ yoga. Which means, ladies, don’t be surprised if your men get a bit excited. And gents, it’s perfectly natural to be aroused by your woman’s naked body. Delayed gratification can work wonders for the libido.” He grins wickedly.

I grind my teeth together and look sideways at Luna. She’s sitting on her ankles, her knees held tightly together, her back a bit arched so her breasts are pointed forward in what I would consider a scintillating offering. Only she’s not facing me. The beast within roars with irritation, needing to make sure everyone around me knows this woman is all mine, and they can keep their fucking hands and eyes to themselves, I wrap my arm around her waist, making sure it’s obvious she belongs to me. At least as long as she’ll allow it.

Luna takes in the move and doesn’t say anything, but her lips give her away when they curve into a small smile.

“First position I want you to get into is lotus position, but I’d like your knees facing one another and touching. Close your eyes and place your hands on one another’s knees, keeping the connection to your mate stronger. We’ll be doing most of our positions today while touching your mate intimately, so the two of you can share and feed into one another’s energy.”

Luna turns, opens her fucking legs, and sits crossed-legged. I twist around to copy her and realize her legs are spread wide, and I can see straight into the heart of her. I swallow around the need in my throat to push her back, put those legs over my shoulders, and taste my fill. She smirks, places her hands just above my knees, and closes her eyes.

I can’t move. Not when her pussy is spread open, so pink and pretty with those tight red curls framing it delicately. I groan and wiggle on my ass, my cock punching the skin of my belly as I curve forward and breathe.

Bad idea.

Her melon scent mixes with something rich and earthy. Like cinnamon over hot apple pie.

My hands are in fists at my sides, my knuckles aching with how tight I’m squeezing. I breathe in for a few beats and let it out, feeling like I’m running a marathon when I’m doing nothing but sitting.

Luna’s eyes open, and she frowns. “Big man, put your hands on me,” she whispers.

I shake my head. “If I touch you, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

Luna giggles lightly, and it reaches my chest and pounds against my ribcage. She comes up onto her knees, her breasts swaying as she places her hands on my shoulders and glides them over my biceps and forearms until they reach my fists. “Give me your hands.”

I do as she asks. Hell, I’d do anything she asks right now.

She eases back on her bottom, and I do my best not to stare at the beauty between her thighs. My mouth waters, and the blood in my veins boils with arousal at the spicy scent billowing between us.

Luna places my hands just above her knees and then mimics the gesture on my body. Her touch feels like molten lava, searing straight through to the bone.

How the fuck am I going to make it through an entire hour of this?

“Now, class, I want you to pair your breathing with your partner’s, curve your spine toward the wall behind you on the exhale, and then lift your chin to the sky, arching your back on the inhale.”

Luna winks at me, closes her eyes, and inhales. Her breasts now point at me in offering, an offering I sure as hell want to take but stop myself from doing so. I watch as she curves her spine, dipping her head down toward her legs, using her hands to press against my knees and lift back up, inhaling and exposing her swanlike neck and chin to the sky.

“You’re magnificent.” She’s unearthly serene. I want to grab ahold of her, wrap her up in silk, and never let her out of my sight.

“As are you.” Her gaze flicks down to my cock.

I grin with pride, enjoying the fact that she seems to like my dick. At least her eyes do. I could assure her that my dick likes her as well—more than a little, in fact, if the tension I’m starting to feel in my balls is any indication.

“Follow along like a good little student,” she teases.

I mimic her movements, pairing my breathing with hers. With each inhalation and exhalation, I can feel the tension starting to seep out of my shoulders, loosening them, my grip on her knees no longer so intense.

“Place your hands in front of you against your partner’s, like so.” Atlas’s voice breaks through, and I glance at what he is doing with his wife. They make a stunning picture of a loving couple, hands pressed together in front of their chests.

“Use the pressure of your partner’s hands and swiftly breathe in, lifting your hands above your head, stretching them out and in a circular shape. Pair with your breathing and find the speed and pressure that suits you and your mate.”

My mate.

I’d like nothing more than to make Luna my mate. I just don’t know what kind of life I can give her. My world is not one of Zen and compassion. It’s of business and ruthlessness. Cutting-edge technology, fast-paced deals, and money. Ridiculous amounts of money changing hands.

As we breathe and stretch our arms above our heads, I close my eyes, allowing the peace of the movement to settle and soothe me. I’m sitting naked next to the woman who has held all of my attention for the past couple weeks, yet I’m becoming calm. Stress is leaving my body with every breath, and the view I’ve got of Luna is unparalleled in its graceful elegance.

“Okay, class, I want you to ease to a standing position,” Atlas says. “Rest your chests against one another’s, allowing your heart chakras to align.”

Luna smiles softly as she places her hands on my waist delicately and flattens her body to mine. Just when I thought I’d gotten my dick under control, we’re touching from tits to toes.

“Stretch your arms out in a T and rest your hands along one another’s wrists, hands, forearms, whatever you can reach. Use the friction to push against one another and look up to the ceiling, arching your lower back. Firm your buttocks so that you don’t put any strain on your lower back. And breathe. This is a variation of Tadasana or Mountain Pose. Only we’re hugging the sky, lifting our hearts, and sharing it with our partner.”

The second Luna arches her body and her perfect handfuls press against my chest, I lose focus. I glance down, and all the breath in my lungs pours out at the visual of her white skin glued to mine. She’s a porcelain goddess, and I want to put my tongue all over her skin, starting with her breasts. God, do I want to put my mouth on her.

Luna lifts my hands with hers out into a T following along with the rest of the class. “Pay attention,” she scolds, but there is no malice to her tone, only a playful reprimand.

I dip my head enough to lick a line from her clavicle, up her velvet soft neck to her ear. “You’re a tasteful distraction.”

Her body stiffens, the muscles in her arms contracting and tightening against my stretched-out arms. My cock hardens further, and I adjust to give him top billing against her soft-as-silk stomach.

She groans and dips her head, resting her forehead to my chest. “You’re not playing fair.” Her lips brush against my chest, and I have to close my eyes and hold her wrists, keeping her spread. Instead of following the rules, I leave her arms out and run my hands along her limbs, down past her pits, to the side of her rib cage.

Luna shivers against me, her chin resting against my chest, her crystal-blue orbs swirling with desire. I glide my fingertips along her rib cage, to her waist and around her back and down to her juicy ass. I grind my cock against her belly while holding her to me.

She bites into her lip and closes her eyes. “Grant…” Her voice is but a whisper, a plea if I’ve ever heard one.

Before I can react to it, Atlas calls out the next instruction. It acts like a bucket of water poured over the both of us, instantly putting out the fire that was raging a moment ago. Only I don’t suspect it will last, because my body can’t help reacting to Luna Marigold. She’s my wet dream incarnate, every man’s fantasy wrapped in a purity I want to taint, over and over, until she’s just as filthy as I am. Preferably while lying sated underneath me after having given her a handful of orgasms in penance for dirtying her up.

Luna blinks a few times and steps back.

“This position is going to test your resolve.” Atlas grins wickedly. “But it will also stretch your partner in a body lengthening move, which will adjust her spine and deepen her stretch. We’ll start with the women first. Ladies, watch Mila go into Adho Mukha Vrikshasana, most commonly known as downward facing dog.”

I watch in equal parts fascination and horror as Luna bends over, her ass facing me, while she maneuvers her body into the shape of a triangle with her hands and feet on the mat.

“Christ on a cracker…” I rub at my forehead, close my eyes, and then open them again. Her rounded ass is lush and so damn bitable I have to clench my teeth and fist my hands in order not to reach out and take a bite. Sweat mists against my hairline as my body overheats with need.

Luna giggles, which has the taunting response of an ass wiggle, right in front of my face. That’s nothing compared to her next move, where she stretches her legs and feet out to shoulder width apart. This has the inevitable effect of creating a steel pipe between my thighs as she presents me with a perfect view of her pink slit and shadowy pucker.

I step up behind her on autopilot, ready to claim my woman. I place my hands on her ass. I can’t help it.

Thank God, Atlas does the same, only shockingly, he doesn’t have a hard-on. Which is insanity because I’m so hard my dick might break off if I don’t get to press it into the sweet heat of her body.

Not following the rules, I cup her sex possessively.

Luna jolts with a surprised squeak but holds her position.

“This is mine,” I growl, leaning over her back, not putting any additional weight on her while she holds the pose. “I’m going to take this pussy so deep, you’re going to feel me knocking against your navel…from the inside,” I grate through my teeth.

Luna’s entire body quivers.

“Hold on to your partner’s hips and pull them back so they can stretch their spine fully,” Atlas says to the class.

I ignore him. Instead, I push two fingers deep into her heat, guarding the view with my body by standing in front of her ass and pressing close, my hand wedged between us so I can play.

“Oh, my God.” She gasps low in her throat.

I glance around and notice that every fucking man is focused on nothing but his woman’s backside. Which is good, because I’d lose my goddamned mind if anyone saw what I was about to do to my woman, but hell, she’s positively begging for it.

Couples’ fucking naked yoga.

Stretch me out while bending over and showing me your sweet cunt.

Fuckin’ bullshit. And she’s about to find out I’m not the kind of man who takes this shit lightly. No way. No how is she getting out of this without some part of my body inside her.

I thrust my fingers in and out a few times as her body rocks back against mine. Leaning over her once more, I whisper, “This is going to go one of two ways, lamb. I either make you come in front of a room filled with other couples, or you stand up, we both grab our clothes, sneak out of the class, and go straight to your apartment, where I make good on my promise.”

Her body shudders in my arms, and I place a series of kisses along her spine. Since she doesn’t answer right away, I finger fuck her harder, easing my other hand around her body to pinch her clit.

Luna gasps, pushes back hard, and wiggles free. When she stands abruptly and spins around, her entire body is flushed, her blue eyes darker, filled with an intensity I haven’t seen before but recognize instinctively. Lust.

Pure. Unhindered. Lust.

Not wanting to waste a minute, I grab my dress shirt and wrap it around her shoulders. She presses her arms into it. I find her panties and open them for her to slip into. She does. I don’t bother with my clothes other than my slacks. I cover the important parts, cradle our clothes in a ball against my body, and take her hand in mine.

“Take me the back way to your apartment.”

Luna doesn’t say a word, her eyes wild, her chest heaving with exertion. She’s gone. Lost to the hunger between us, the need I’m going to fill in about two minutes when she gets me through the studio, around the back of her building, and up to her apartment.

We walk barefoot through the yoga studio, half-dressed, and I couldn’t give one flying fuck. Luna leads me to a back exit, which she pushes open.

I follow her down the back sidewalk to a door that’s separate from the back of the bakery. “Dara had, um, a door put into the back so I can get directly to my apartment without going through the kitchen or bakery, but I don’t use it at night. It’s safer going out the front,” she says randomly as if she needs to talk, to say something.

I grunt and nod as she opens the door and beats feet up the stairs. I take them two at a time, eager to get her to her comfy-as-fuck bed where I can gorge on her goodness.

The moment she opens the door, I unbutton my pants and let them fall, my erection already straining.

She glances down at the hard length between my thighs and my naked body and unbuttons the few buttons she did up on my shirt. It falls from her shoulders as I kick the door shut and twist the lock without even looking.

“Keep going.” I open and close my fists, readying to pounce on my little lamb the second she’s naked, but I’m trying my damnedest to keep my shit in check.

Luna bites her lips, hooks her thumbs into the scrap of lace covering her lower curls, and shimmies out of them.

I lick my lips, so damn hungry. “You know what you did in there?”

She shakes her head, her red hair falling all around her pretty shoulders and erect nipples.

“You woke the beast, and I’m hungry, lamb. Starved for your body.”

She swallows visibly, and I take a step closer. Luna takes one back. We do this dance of her backing up, me stalking forward, not saying a damn thing until her legs hit the edge of her bed and she gasps.

I gesture to the bed. “Get on the bed. In the middle. Spread your legs out wide for me. Show me what you’ve been torturing me with.”

“Grant…” My name is coated in honey and just as sweet. So sweet I want to lick it off her lips, but I have something else I need to get my mouth on.

“Do it, Luna.” I lift my fingers to an inch apart. “I’m this close to losing it. Seeing you naked, smelling your pretty cunt. Dipping my fingers into that heavenly heat…Jesus. I’m going crazy talking about it. Now get on the bed and spread your legs so I can make you scream my name so loud you remember to never again test my patience. You’ll find I don’t have a patient bone in my body when it comes to you.”

Luna’s eyes fill with more heat. She trembles where she stands, but I know the moment her decision is made. Her shoulders come up, her spine straightens, and she crawls onto the bed. She gets to the middle, her knees held tightly, before she smirks sexily and drops them both to the sides.

A pink heaven awaits.

I practically fly to the bed, fall to my knees at the side, grip her ankles, and tug her to the edge.

When her cinnamon-and-apples scent hits my nose, I inhale it deeply, planting the memory in my subconscious forever. My dick jerks, wanting in on the action, but not just yet.

“Good choice. Now lie back and let me rock your freakin’ world,” I say right before I use the flat of my tongue and lick her from pucker to clit in one long, succulent taste.

Her hips rise instantly, and her hands go straight for my hair as I expected. I love a woman who gets into being eaten.

“Grant!” she cries out as I suck hard on her bundle of nerves, torturing the reddened bud as much as she tortured me in that class with her lush curves and spicy-smelling pussy.

She tastes like a caramel-coated apple. Thick, sugary sweet, with a hint of spice. I delve my tongue deep into her slit, flicking against the walls of her sex until she’s twitching. Moving my hands up her thighs, I spread her lips so nothing gets in the way of tasting her deep. Her arousal coats my lips, chin, and mouth as I pull back up to play with her clit.

She raises her hips as I work her into a frenzy. “Grant, I’m going to—”

“Come all over my face. Yes, lamb. Yes, you are.”

On that note, I double my efforts by inserting two fingers into her heat, and the walls of her sex lock down around the invasion. I can’t wait to feel my dick receive that grip. My own body jolts at the sensation, my balls drawing up. I wrap one fist around the base of my cock to stave off my own impending orgasm. Just getting her off is filling me to the brim with unreleased sexual tension. I push the tendrils of my own need aside and focus on my woman.

Luna is mewling and sighing as I finger her fast and hard, but it’s not until I wrap my lips around her clit, flick it a dozen times with the very tip of my tongue, and then suck hard, that she finally lets go. Her entire body flushes pink, and she cries out to the heavens.

Hell yes!

“Grant, Grant, God, Grant!” Her body arches almost unnaturally as I extend her pleasure as long as I can. Removing my fingers from her pussy, I dip my tongue in to get a taste and find that her orgasm makes her even sweeter. I gorge on her as if she is chocolate-dipped strawberries and I haven’t eaten in a week. Nothing will ever taste better than her sweet cunt after I’ve wrung an orgasm out of her.

I hum around her flesh and jerk my cock a few times slowly until she eases her body back down to the bed, and I imagine her mind is slowly coming back to planet Earth.

I stand up and stroke my dick, watching her hands move restlessly over her heated skin. Eventually, her eyes flicker open but only halfway. Her gaze goes straight to where I’m tugging on my cock.

I’m excited to find out that my sweet fairy princess can be dirty as she glides her hands over her breasts and squeezes the mounds. While I watch her hips stir over the bedspread, her thumb and forefinger go for her nipples, where she pinches both until she cries out.

“Take me,” she whispers, her voice sounding deeper, sex-roughened.

A burst of pride shoots down my spine. “No condom?” I keep stroking my dick, just enjoying the view of her touching herself.

“I’m clean and I’m on the shot,” she says, moving her hands from her tits down her belly. I watch with rapt fascination as her hands trail down to where she’s wettest. “Are you clean? Been tested recently?” Her words are a weighted sigh, thick with the rising hunger once more.

I nod. “Never taken a woman bare before. Test last month. Clean bill of health.” My own voice is unrecognizable as I grunt through my reply.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She runs her palms down the insides of her thighs until her hands frame her glistening slit.

“I don’t have a fucking clue!” I growl before hitching a knee on the bed, lifting her ass up to center my blistering hot dick to her entrance, and plow home.

Jesus!

Fuck!

Christ!

So good!

I chant as I wedge my fat cock as deep as I can go into her body. She’s hot and tighter than I could have ever imagined. Once seated, I hook an arm under her back and lift us both up to the top of the bed, scooting her body so that her head rests comfortably on a pillow.

“My goodness you’re strong,” she gasps, her fingernails digging into my biceps where she holds on.

“Lamb, you haven’t seen anything yet. Just lie back and enjoy the ride!”