He sits up and does that sexy move where he tugs it off in one quick sweep.
“I want to be under you,” I say with a moan, since I’m wildly aroused already. “Want to feel this whole gorgeous body against me.”
“You should have everything you want,” he rumbles.
In a split second, we shift. I’m on my back on the mat, and he’s kneeling between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet, aching center.
Pleasure rushes through me at the delicious feel of him. It pulses through my core as I reach for his hips and pull him closer.
He slides in an inch, and we both groan at the same time. Needy, hungry cries.
My hands loop around to that fantastic ass, and I grab him. He heeds the call, sinks all the way into me, then stills.
Ecstasy throbs through my body.
I’m shaking everywhere.
Pleasure and longing and emotion swirl inside me as I hold him tight. Wrapping my legs around his firm ass, I whisper, “Missed you so much.”
“Missed you too,” he groans as he rocks his hips, finds a pace, and moves in me. He lowers his chest to mine, keeping me close, swiveling his hips.
He grunts, then lets out a long, plaintive, “God, you feel so good.”
I feel more than good. I feel wanted. I feel worshiped.
I feel all the things I told myself to wait for. I feeleverything.
Most of all, I feel like we’re not just falling into each other, but falling deeper in love with each thrust.
It’s more than sex.
It’s connection and intimacy.
As he moves in me, roping his arms around my shoulders, holding me tight, he whispers sweet nothings.
How good I feel.
How much he wants me.
How incredible this is.
It’s all so wildly wonderful that I swear I’m flying off Earth and rocketing to another plane of bliss. My toes curl. My pulse surges. I am bathed in endorphins as we rock and thrust and move together.
Sweat slicks down his chest. His breath rushes fast, telling me he’s getting closer. “Katie, need you to come soon,” he says, practically begging.
And that’s all I need.
His desire.
His lust.
It unlocks my climax, and I soar to the edge, gasping and panting. My orgasm coils tight, then rocks through me in blinding, beautiful waves.
“Oh God,” I gasp. The sound of my voice jars me, and I bite down on his collarbone to shut up.
That does it for him, and he fucks me through his release, murmuring my name as he shudders, coming hard inside me.
A minute later, we’re both loopy and sweaty, and we need to deal with cleanup at my yoga studio.
