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Finally, he says those magic words I’ve been waiting almost fifteen minutes to hear.
“Let’s get you hitting the bag.”
Yeah! Let’s do that.
“We’ll start with ten straight jabs, starting with your left hand and alternating.”
My first punch barely makes a thud.
“Good try, but follow through with your whole arm. That will give you more weight to your punch.”
Frowning, I hit again, with my right this time. There is a satisfying thud, a grin creeping across my face as Jimmy cheers, encouraging me. Emboldened, I loosen my shoulders, hitting with more confidence. I’ve got this.
“I think that’s a good foundation for your first session,” Jimmy says at last. I glance across at him in surprise, feeling tired, a little sore, and much less keyed up with stress than I did when I first walked in.
He helps take off my boxing gloves, taking the cotton under-gloves I peel off and placing them in the laundry basket-looking thing beside the free weights.
Turning back to me, he gestures to the yoga mat near the mirror.
“Let’s get you stretched out.”
Uh, yes, please. Blushing, I cross and lay on the mat as Jimmy follows, grabbing my foot and helping me stretch.
Finally, he stops helping me stretch, standing above me as I lay on my back, looking up at him.
“Still want that rub down?” he asks, his voice low and rumbly. Butterflies flutter between my thighs. Taking a deep breath, I decide to leap. Hey, if you don’t ask, you’ll never know.
“Actually, I like your other method of helping me relax.”
There is a long pause, Jimmy’s eyes darkening, his lips parting. He kneels, his hands landing on either side of my head as he lowers his hard, muscled body on top of mine. I’m glad there is no window in the door like in the larger classroom.
“I can work with that,” he mutters, his breath caressing my face. Thank God. I’ve been looking forward to this, maybe more than the boxing itself.
Jimmy’s hand strokes over my bare stomach, his eyes burning into mine. I fight the urge to squirm, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. He groans, his fingers slipping into my yoga pants and panties, parting my folds. The tip of one finger barely dips into me, moving up to find my clit, circling it lazily.
A moan rips from my lips, and I bite down on my lower lip to stifle any more. Jimmy groans at the sound of my moaning, tugging down my workout top until a nipple is exposed. Lowering his head, he latches his lips around my nipple, sucking, biting, and licking.
Oh, God! His thumb finds my clit, his teeth toying with my nipple as two fingers enter me, starting to finger fuck me. My head tips to the side, and I stare at our reflection.
It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen. Me, writhing below Jimmy as he bites and sucks my nipple, his hand down my yoga pants. My hips thrust upward in time with his finger movements, chasing my release.
Grinding his thumb hard on my clit, he bites down on my nipple, and I come, bucking and shuddering, my mouth open in a silent scream, my wide eyes locked on their reflection. Holy. Hell.
I finally break eye contact with myself, sighing contentedly as Jimmy lifts his head, smirking down at me, his fingers once again lazily circling my clit.
“Nice and relaxed?” he rumbles. Am I ever.
“Very,” I sigh.
“Happy to help.”
I bite back another sigh as his hand slips out of my pants, and he stands, offering me a hand to pull me to my feet. His hands slip into the pockets of his workout shorts, and I quickly grab my bag.
Throwing a grin over my shoulder, I arch a brow at him. “Same time tomorrow?”
Jimmy grins at me, holding the door open and gesturing I precede him out of the room.
“I can’t wait,” he murmurs, raising goosebumps along my arms. Neither can I. Walking down the hallway, I fight the urge to look over my shoulder. I can feel his eyes on me the whole way. I feel happier and more relaxed than I have in ages. I think I have found the perfect combination of orgasms and boxing to help me de-stress.
