“Lie back,” she instructs.
Playing along, I stretch, making sure to show off all God gave me. The space is small, not exactly a lot of room to work with here. My fingertips scrape the end of the bed. After a thorough stretch, I rest my arms at my sides and my feet flat on the floor the way she did.
She places one warm palm against my shin, her touch an electrifying jolt straight to my cock. If she notices the tent I’m pitching in my shorts, she ignores it, choosing to run her hand over my knee and up my thigh instead—which isn’t helping.
“This pose is good for lower body strength building,” she says in a low voice. “Although, I don’t think you need help in that department. But it’ll help open up your chest and shoulders too.”
I dutifully raise and lower my hips a few times under her watchful eye. It’s a simple move and I’ve actually done it before but I enjoy her hands and attention on me too much to stop.
“This is too easy for me.” I rest my hands on my thighs, fingers pointing down the way I’d grasp a barbell. “I’d normally do this with some sort of weight on my hips.”
One corner of her mouth curls. “Is that right?”
I turn my head left and right, pretending to search the small area. “Think we have a barbell around?”
She laughs softly. “Nope.”
“You know what I bet would work really well?” I ask like the best idea just happened to pop in my head.
“Do tell.” She sits back on her heels and crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m breathless with anticipation.”
I sit up, grab her by the waist and drag her closer. “The weight of a little chickadee.”
“It’s yoga time, not sex time.”
I slap my hand over my mouth as if I’m completely scandalized. “You have such a dirty mind. I need a more professional instructor.”
She ducks her head and laughs.
I pat my thigh. “Come on. Help me out here.”
Bracing herself on my chest, she throws her leg over my hips and hovers.
“For this to work, you have to actually put your weight on me,” I encourage.
My cock’s trying to make a desperate escape from my shorts. She drops her gaze, staring at it, which doesn’t help at all. “Are you sure? I don’t want to break anything.”
“You’re not going to hurt me.”
Finally, she lowers herself. Once her weight settles on me, I thrust my hips in the air. “See, much better.”
She giggles and presses her palms against my stomach to balance herself. “This is like the sexiest see-saw ride, ever.” She rakes her gaze up my abs, over my chest and finally meets my eyes. “We need to do this more often.”
“Whenever you want a ride, climb on.” I execute the move a few more times, enjoying the way she digs her fingers into my skin and the gentle bounce of her breasts.
“You know,” I lower my ass to the floor and frown, “there’s something in the way. I don’t feel my hip flexors are getting the maximum stretch.”
She rests one elbow on my knee and leans back. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Your shorts.” At this angle, I have a fantastic view. Smooth, blue spandex stretched so tight over her pussy I can make out every little detail. I trace my knuckles over her center. She hisses and her thighs tremble when I brush against her clit and press.
“Lift up,” I rasp. “Let’s move these out of the way and see if that helps.” I stop and rub my thumb in firmer circles over the spot that makes her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her lip.
Without answering, she lifts her hips.
Fuck yes.
I curl my fingers in the waistband and yank the tiny shorts down her legs, thrilled she’s not wearing underwear. Nothing else to get in my way.
“Look how wet you are. God you’re beautiful.”
She pats my thigh. “Now that my shorts are out of your way, let’s see how your hip flexors feel.”
Huh? Oh, yeah. Bridge pose.
I raise my hips again. “Nah, something still isn’t right.”
“Hmm..” She grips my cock through my shorts. “I wonder what it could be?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and count back from five.
“It couldn’t possibly be your shorts, could it?” she teases.
“That might be it,” I groan as she tugs on the waistband, freeing my cock.
She taps my hip. “Lower or you’re gonna be up in my tonsils.”
I laugh so hard, for a second I’m worried she’s going to bounce right off me. Since the pretense of her coaching me is toast, I reach for the zipper of her sports bra. “Does this need a key or something?” I mutter, tugging at the tiny tab that won’t budge.
Laughing, she bats my hands away. “First things first.”
She squeezes my cock harder, guiding me to her pussy. Fuck she’s sexy when she bites her lip, fully concentrating on squeezing my dick inside her.