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“On your next deep breath, reach your right hand backward to rest on the left knee of your partner for a seated twist,” Lolita explains.
“This is a bit silly, isn’t it?” Molly says playfully.
“Only a little.”
Her hand drops onto my knee, and I mimic the movement, stretching my spine. Her hand glides farther up my thigh as she twists deeper into the stretch, letting out a soft moan. My dick throbs.
We’re thirty seconds into this lesson, and all I can think about is kissing her again. Maybe I took it too far by laying it on her at the library. Seriously, what was I doing asking her how I can help her feel like she’s flying? But I wanted to feel her lips on mine.
Kissing again will complicate things. Sure, we can’t have a future together, but I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this invigorated in ages.
But I won’t give in to my desires. The people in Molly’s life rarely listen to her wants, and I won’t disregard her words. We only have five more days here. I can do this.
Damn, though. I could’ve stayed in that library for hours.
We move through a variety of couples positions. Forward bends, assisted downward dog, twin tree poses. I didn’t expect much from this Yearning Yoga class. Especially not the sound of Molly’s angelic, breathy noises as she contorts her body into the poses.
I’ve been dropped into a torture chamber.
They should consider renaming this class to Hour-Long Lesson in Self-Control.
“Our next stretch requires balance and trust.” Ms. Deveaux’s voice wades through the room. “Sit flat opposite each other, and touch the soles of your feet with your partner’s.”
Molly faces me, a sheen of sweat coating her brow. I shift in my seat, attempting for the hundredth time to hide my unfaltering erection. Thank fuck it’s dark in here.
“Now, as you lift your legs toward the ceiling, grab your partner’s hands and straighten your spine. Your bodies should make a beautiful letter V in this boat pose.”
Molly gives me a quizzical expression. “We can skip this one.” She clears her throat, sensing my discomfort.
“No,” I say quickly. “Let’s give it a go.”
We do our best couples boat pose, and my core burns. I squeeze her fingers. My knees remain bent because of our height difference, but Molly’s firm legs are straight. Her eyes are closed in concentration. She lets out another groan, sinking deeper into the stretch.
“Remember, class, moaning is a primal response. It helps loosen your inhibitions and heighten the experience of being present.”
My primal urges are screaming at me to abandon the overtly erotic pose and climb onto Molly’s mat. Drive my tongue deep into every delicious inch of her mouth, reenacting what happened in the library two days ago.
“Inhale deeply and sigh out your breath,” Lolita interrupts. I do as she says, because if I don’t breathe, I may pass out.
This yoga class is absolutely no help in keeping my mind off of exploring the physical parts of our relationship.
Would Molly’s eyelids flutter? Would she make the same low moans?Can her legs stretch this far back when I’m buried inside—
No.
It’s haunting me.
She’s haunting me.
I readjust again, trying to dull the ache in my balls.
This class is just the cherry on top of my creemee. Okay, maybe that word does sound a little dirty.
“Now that you’ve connected with your bodies, slowly come to a comfortable position on the mat.” Ms. Deveaux rises and starts to light a few more candles, awakening our dark abyss. “Take your time. When you come to your seat, scan your body and see how you feel.”
Hard, very hard.
I rise, snatching the blanket beside my mat and strategically positioning it over the protruding hard-on in my shorts. I face Molly. She gives me a sleepy smile.
