Honey Flava

He was staring at me like I was a plate of triple-chocolate brownies with a side order of margaritas. I decided I was past caring if we were interrupted. “Trust me, I can be quick.”

“I want you all to myself, my quietly alluring student.” His gaze pinned me in place as he stalked forward. “As a great philosopher once said, ‘Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.’”

So, was I the beauty or the bait? Did it even matter? I glanced at the bulge in his shorts. “I don’t think you could get any larger.”

He reached me and cupped one shoulder. His other hand went to my waist and he hauled me against his erection. I ground against him and cream flooded the apex of my thighs. I was so ready for this. “Was that Confucius?”

“If we go too quickly,” Taek said, releasing my shoulder to skim his hand down my chest, “you may not receive the full benefits from every posture.” The pad of one finger tapped my protruding nipple. “Will you still come back next week, my silent beauty? I’ve been waiting for you to speak since you joined my class.”

I reached for his erection, slipping my hand past his waistband to touch the hardness beneath. “Next week and every week after that,” I promised, pulling his cock free. My thumb edged over the tip, teasing the tiny slit at the top and spreading the single drop of fluid over the impressive head. “I was playing hard to get. Bad idea.” He thrust his thick penis within the circle of my fingers. “It seems I have a lot to learn.”

“Then we’ll get started. And that was Socrates, not Confucius.” He peeled off my leotard, tugging the straps from my shoulders and pushing the snug fabric past my hips. I stepped free and tore off my black leggings. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and—

Wait. Was I getting naked in the middle of a yoga studio?

No, my mind corrected, in the middle of a healing-arts center. Fine line, I thought.

“Fine ass,” I told Taek, seeing that he’d stripped. And it was…tight and curved, the color of an amaretto latte…and dayum, did I need a taste.

He smiled, white teeth gleaming. “Lesson one. Always use your yoga mat.” Taek lifted me off the hardwood floor and slammed my back against the pile of mats he’d positioned in the center of the room. The sharp slap of vinyl stung, stimulating deliciously. I reached for him, but he stepped back. “Relax first. Proper breathing is essential for full benefit of any vinyasa sequences.”

“Sequence away,” I said airily, enjoying the view. His erection, stretched taut beneath skin of polished maple, looked heavy, powerful. I craved his cock inside me. “But the longer you make me wait, the longer I’ll keep you right here.” I pointed between my legs, where I knew I was flushed with wanting.

“Lesson two. Take time to arrange your limbs correctly for every posture.” Taek bent my knees, placing my feet on the mat near my bottom, and spread my legs wide. Then he curved both of my hands beneath my breasts so that I was cupping the undersides. I thumbed my nipples, wishi

ng he’d get on with it. Months of “balancing” no sex with no sex had me wanting to scream, Screw the lessons, Taek! Screw me!

But I waited, aching. I pinched my nipples. Better. I licked my lips, wanting to run my tongue along his muscled thigh.

He gazed down at me, still not touching, surveying his handiwork as he knelt at the base of the mats. “A good yogi knows how to hold the proper posture.”

“Am I proper enough yet?”

“Bridge pose, Setu Bandhasana,” he commanded.

I lifted my butt off the mats, bringing my pelvis even with my knees. The position brought my drenched folds within inches of his face. I felt sex juice leak from my opening and trickle down the crevice toward my ass. Feeling the slick glide made me impatient. I’d learned one thing today: balance was overrated. If he didn’t quit toying with me and fuck me soon, I was going to karate-chop his dick off.

“Pranayama.”

He wanted me to focus on my breathing? Ha! I noticed his respiration was smooth and even; his absolute control was a turn-on. Calming the frantic motions of my fingers on my breasts, I did as he instructed and took a deep breath and held it, then slowly released the air in a controlled exhale. The anticipation between my legs skyrocketed.

I breathed in again and Taek nodded. He swooped down, his mouth covering my clit in one quick motion, sucking hard. He licked over my outer and inner lips, drinking in the liquid passion dripping from my body, devouring me. I moaned, starting to come undone beneath the expert ministrations of his tongue.

He held my thighs wide apart, the tips of his fingers edging from my furred mons downward, past where he drank, to explore the receptive flesh leading to my ass. I abandoned my breasts and clawed at his shoulders. My hips flailed, rocking my pussy against his mouth. His tongue drove me higher.

I panted, gyrated, then let go and shoved my knuckles against my lips to keep from screaming when my entire abdomen clenched and spasmed as a powerful orgasm shuddered through me.

My thighs shook, the muscles straining, barely able to hold me aloft. I heard a noise and glanced at the doorway. No one was there. Had someone been watching? The thought fired my excitement.

The walls of my pussy were still shaking. I felt light-headed.

Again. I wanted him to touch me. Again and again.

“Breathe,” he whispered, pulling away and licking his lips. They glistened with my juices.

He pushed three fingers of one hand inside my vagina and swirled them around, capturing more liquid. My rippling muscles gripped his fingers, holding him tightly. I whimpered when he pulled out and watched, dazed, as he brought his wet hand to his erection and stroked himself, moistening every splendid inch.

“Taste. I want a taste.”