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‘I’m not,’ she’d protest, ‘I know how to do this.’
‘Then explain why I can do this if you’re not arching,’ I said, illustrating my point by slipping my hand beneath her ribcage, which she was lifting slightly with each rep because she arched her back with the effort. She lowered herself flat, trapping my hand between her bare skin and the bench. She looked at me slyly.
‘I’ve got you now,’ she teased. When she did another rep, she didn’t arch her back. ‘Better,’ I said, a little breathless myself, my forefinger brushing the edge of her exercise bra.
‘If you’ll raise up,’ I said a bit faintly, knowing I damn well needed to remove my hand from her flesh.
‘What if I don’t want to?’
She was spread face down on the bench. I was crouching over her, my hand trapped beneath her. So wrong—like I should delete the security footage level inappropriate.
‘I have to stand up and make sure your spine is in alignment,’ I said stupidly.
My spine is doing perfectly well, thank you, she said. You’re the one who seems uncomfortable.’
‘Maybe because I realized too late that I shouldn’t have stuck my hand under your stomach to demonstrate that I was right. I apologize.’
‘Fine, ruin my fun,’ she said, raising up and sitting astride the bench. I stretched to my full height, realizing too late that put her at eye level just above my crotch. I stepped back, diffident.
She turned toward me, her hand covering mine, her lips parted.
‘Please, Aaron, just this once,’ she whispered. ‘I know it’s wrong but it’s killing me. It seems like it’s my only chance. Do you know how many nights I’ve lain awake thinking about you?’
I bent forward and kissed her so hard it rocked both of us, our tongues clashing and mating. Her hands were on my sides, rucking up my shirt. She broke the kiss, put her mouth on my stomach and started kissing me. That damn six-pack was paying off because she damn near made out with it, leaving a damp trail in the wake of her mouth. I felt my cock jump at the sensation.
‘Is it bad for us to give in finally? Is it too dangerous? The gym is closed and it’s just us. Besides, I know the guy who runs this place. He’s not going to sell the security video or anything. Let me have this one night. I’ve fought so hard to resist this, swearing I’d never think of you again before I go to sleep. I wouldn’t sit in your class shifting in my chair because the sound of your voice makes me all wet…’
She pushed me past my limit then. I grabbed her, covered her mouth with mine, my tongue stroking into her mouth. My hands were on her breasts, her nipples hard through the thin fabric. I dragged her against me, her curves molding to my body. I gave a low growl and bit her lip.
‘Are you wet for me now?’ I asked roughly as I slid my mouth to her throat and felt the shiver of her response. I slipped my hand into the waistband of her shorts, shoving them down.
Then I worked my hand between her thighs. Before I ever reached her plump outer lips, my fingers were coated with the wetness that had soaked her tight workout shorts and slicked her inner thighs. I wanted to lap it up. I jerked her shorts all the way down and went to my knees.
If this was my one chance, then I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to eat her out until she was helpless. She toed off her sneakers, stepped out of her shorts, shakily sat on the edge of the narrow bench. I saw her hands grip the edge, glanced at her face, wild eyes showing arousal and some fear.
‘Let me taste you,’ I commanded, and she nodded.
I buried my face in her pussy. I didn’t tease her thighs or brush my lips tenderly over her clit. I went all in, licking and sucking, tasting the salty musk of her wetness and getting drunk on it. I nuzzled her sex, inhaling deeply I sucked one lower lip and then another before stroking my tongue up and flicking the underside of her clit before I kissed it, sucked it, nipped at it.
She screamed my name. Her hands were in my hair, her hips grinding against my mouth.
I led her to the yoga studio, told her to choose a mat. She did, and I got to watch her body as she moved, the bounce of her breasts, the jiggle of her ass and thighs as her hips swayed little when she walked.
Unable to resist, I came up behind her as she was spreading out the purple yoga mat on the floor. I put my hands on her hips, rocked against her. She groaned and stood up, leaning back into me. My arms wrapped around her waist, and I cupped her mound possessively with one hand.
‘Turn around,’ I told her, and she did as I said. I nipped at her lips. ‘On your back,’ I said.
‘How many reps do I have to do?’ she shot back.
‘As many as I tell you to,’ I said.
She lay out full length, her flesh pale against the bright purple yoga mat beneath her. She stretched her arms above her head, her legs slightly apart. I knelt between them, and ran my hands up her thighs, my fingers spread wide, stroking up her hips and stomach, caressing her breasts as I lowered myself to her. I nudged her thighs further apart and eased closer with iron control.
Notching my cock at her cleft, I gave her a soft, clinging kiss as I pushed forward, entering her with one great thrust. She rose to meet me, arching up. The roll and sway of our movements was overpowering. She opened her legs wider all of a sudden, letting me seat myself even more deeply within her.
My body tensed, every muscle drawn to its limit as I pounded into her, her sharp cry when she clenched hard around me locked me in tight. I couldn’t move, couldn’t withdraw because she was clamped down on me, and her inner muscles milked it out of me, spurt after thick spurt of cum ripped from my body as I gave a roar of satisfaction.
I gripped my cock, pumping hard as I came. The vivid image in my mind of Leanne beneath me was what had taken me over the edge. I lay there, sweaty and spent, and wondered what the hell I was going to do. I had to be losing my mind to have even allowed myself to imagine her like that.
