Ellie lowered one heel followed by the other in downward facing dog. Her lengthened calf muscles were a reminder of just how sore she was. When she’d found that yoga mat crammed into the far reaches of the hallway closet, she saw it as a sign. That’s what you need, she’d told herself. A little grounding. Some balance.

Of course, she’d forgotten any workout clothes. When Henry had told her he was going for a run, after her initial shock and protest of, “You’re going to fall on your ass in the snow!” she’d cranked up the heat and set up her practice space by the fire. Stripped to her underwear and the tightest tank top she had as a makeshift sports bra, she felt her body greedily fall into a yoga flow. When was the last time you moved like this—without the promise of something more to come?

She followed one breath per movement and closed her eyes as she went through one sun salutation vinyasa flow at a time. Her forward folds and halfway lifts gave her a clean view of her thighs. Jesus. Are those all hickeys? Her usually flawlessly white thighs were covered in Henry’s marks.

As she jumped back into plank pose and lowered herself to a hover before she transitioned to up dog, Ellie found that it was easier than ever to “shine her chest forward” as one of her yoga teachers always said. Her back had grown accustomed to arching like that. She rolled over her toes and back into downward dog, where she took the luxury once again of “walking the dog.” Yes. This was exactly what her body was craving.

“Nice view,” Henry said from the doorway. Ellie opened her eyes and peered between her knees, still in her downward dog.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she told him. “You got your workout in, so let me get mine.”

Henry held up his hands and shook his head. “Hey, I’m not interrupting,” he said. “Just enjoying being a spectator.”

“Yoga isn’t a spectator sport,” she said with a smile. She bent her knees and glanced forward before she jumped to the top of the mat and into forward fold.

“Maybe it should be,” he said. “I’d watch it. Or, I should say, I’d watch you.”

She was acutely aware of her position as she let the gravity of her body send her head toward her toes. With her body folded in half, all Henry could see was her ass bent over and her fingers intertwined with her ponytail as they rested on the mat.

Upside down, she watched him as he peeled off his wet running shirt. “Good run?” she asked.

“Better than nothing,” he said. “And I’ll have you know, I didn’t fall on my ass once. Close, but still. Damn, kitten,” he said. She watched his eyes crawl over her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said. “I’m sweaty and gross.”

“Then we’re in the same boat!” he said as he came toward her in just his track pants. As he stood behind her, he gripped her hips and pressed his growing hardness into her backside. “Is this what you usually wear to yoga class?” he asked as he ran a hand down her folded back.

“Always,” she said as she let out a laugh. Slowly, she rose to a standing position but didn’t turn to face him. Instead, she continued through her asana, even as she felt his heat behind her.

Ellie raised her arms overhead, and his hands followed. He brushed down her hands and traced the outline of her arms all the way down and across to her chest. “What do you call this pose?” he asked her. She felt him go fully erect and her wetness started to spread.

“I call it…” she began, as she lowered her arms and placed her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, “kama-sutra-asana.” Finally, she turned and faced him. “If you want me to fuck you, get on the mat.” Even as she heard her voice, she couldn’t believe it was her. Where did that come from?

Henry opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him with just a look. When he reached for her tank top to lift it over her head, she slapped his hand away. “You’re not in control right now,” she told him. His eyes bored into hers, questioning, but she wasn’t going to give up that easily.

When Henry was on his back on the mat, she stood over him and slowly pulled the tank top over her head. His cock jumped beneath his track pants. “Take those off,” she told him. After he pulled them off, she smelled a wave of pure masculinity—his sweat and musk from the cold run. Ellie hooked her thumbs into her underwear and pulled them down her legs slowly. She held his gaze and kept her legs and back straight so he’d crave the view from behind. Her underwear was in one hand, and she wrapped it twice around her wrist.

“What are you—”

“I’ll need this in a minute,” she said as she held one finger to her lips to quiet him.

She looked at his hardness, so familiar to her by now. No matter how many times she had him, she couldn’t get enough. “Watch me,” she said as she brought a hand to her center and started to rub circles into her clit. When Henry reached for himself, she corrected him. “No,” she said. “Just watch.”

She knew she wasn’t going to make herself come, but he didn’t need to know that. Frustration grew in his eyes as she stood over him, one hand urged on her wetness while the other played with her breasts. “Now,” she said, straddling his torso, “I’m going to lower myself onto that big cock of yours.” In one long, slow movement, she lowered down onto him.

He fit perfectly into her, just as she knew he would. “Oh, fuck,” Henry said as he watched himself disappear into her. Ellie’s feet were flat on the mat on either side of him, her knees pointing to the cathedral ceiling.

“You are sweaty,” she said with a laugh. She didn’t move, just enjoyed how he felt fully inside her.

“Sorry?” Was he asking her if it was okay? The sudden shift in dynamics made her even hotter.

“You should be. Lucky for you, I like it,” she said as she ran a hand up his glistening chest. “But you’ll still need to be disciplined, you know,” she teased.

“How’s that?” he asked as he rocked underneath her, desperate for her to move.

“Well,” she said as she toyed with the underwear on her wrist. It was mixed with her wetness and the slightest hint of her own sweat from those endless sun salutations. “I think, personally, you’ve seen enough for today.”

“What do you mean?”

“Show’s over,” she said as she leaned over him and wrapped her underwear around his eyes.

As she double-knotted the silky blue underwear behind his head and looked down at him, she realized—for the first time—she really had permission to look. To take him in without a thought to be embarrassed. She could do anything. This was going to be fun.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” she asked him as she placed one hand on his stomach and began to lift and lower herself onto his cock.

“I don’t know,” he said. His breath caught in his throat.

“Guess,” she said, even as her other hand rested on her own thigh.

“Three,” he said, and she lifted herself almost completely off of him. Only that sensitive tip remained inside.

“Wrong,” she said with a laugh. “Maybe an open-ended question will be easier for you.” Henry’s hands reached up to her, and she could tell he wanted to force her onto him. But he stopped, knowing better. This was a new kind of game. And with Ellie’s feet firmly on the floor as she crouched over him, she could easily just stand up and walk away—if she wanted to.

“Okay,” he said.

“What do you love most about my body?” she asked with a smile. He bit his lip.

“Everything,” he said. “How your tits bounce when I’m fucking you hard.” She lowered partially onto him and he gasped. “The taste of your come on my tongue, like the most decadent thing I’ve ever known.” She lowered an inch and started using him to stir her center.

“And?” she asked.

“Your ass is perfect,” he said. “When I spank you, it instantly shows my handprint. I love biting your ass… eating it… licking that rim and enjoying that close up view of your clit getting swollen.”

“What else?” she asked as she lowered a little more and stirred faster.

“Your face,” he said. “I love seeing your lips on my cock. How you look at me when I come inside you. How you look sleeping in my arms. I’ve… I’ve always loved that face.” Ellie fell completely onto his hardness and started to ride him. Always?

Her hands pressed into his chest, and she couldn’t believe it had happened like this. Two weeks ago, she’d never thought he would ever be like this—letting her have her way with him. For the first time, she watched all the little nuances. The shapes his mouth made when he was inside her, and how he’d slowly shake his head from side to side. Like he couldn’t believe it either.

Ellie leaned over him, put her hands on either side of his face and lowered her breasts to his mouth. When he felt her nipple as it brushed across his lips, he started kissing and sucking like it was all he’d ever wanted. She bounced harder. Their combined wetness made a slapping sound every time he pushed against her G-spot.

“You love this body?” she asked him. She could tell she was close to coming.

“I love it,” he whispered, his head buried between her breasts. “I love your body.”

That put her over the edge, and she called out his name as she ground herself into him. She came so hard it forced him to come, too. The feeling of his come inside her gave her an entirely new, second wave of an orgasm.

She lifted off of him and removed her underwear from his face. Henry blinked into the sudden brightness.

I love your body. It was, she realized, almost what she wanted him to say. Is this something more than just the dopamine? she wondered. As she’d been coming, she’d felt that familiar heart squeeze again.

Don’t be stupid. Henry’s not interested in you like that. At least, she was pretty certain. Should she say something? No. Everything was already too perfect. Why ruin it?