He cocked a brow. “Which one is that?” he asked. I didn’t tell him, just pulled him in so we were kissing. I pulled him in so part of his weight was resting on me. It was cute to begin with, but how long was I supposed to last when Charlie, sweaty and
disheveled from his first ever yoga class was on top of me, very rapidly getting hard?
He pulled my top off and it was a two-man job getting the sports bra off. I laughed as he tried to get it off without hurting me. His clothes came off much easier. Pretty soon we were rolling around the floor like a couple of dogs in the grass.
“What position is this,” he asked, as I straddled him.
“Cowgirl,” I said, grinning.
“Not quite. You have to make sure you…” he trailed off with a groan when I slid him inside me. He watched me, grinning as I rode him. “That’s right. You got it now.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “Like this?”
Our bodies moved in perfect harmony. I threw my head back, bouncing on his cock. He reached up palming my breast. I felt so naughty. The door was open and we were in one of the guest bedrooms. We weren’t alone in the house. Freya or even Jerry could end up walking in on us but why did that make it hotter?
I stopped bouncing and rolled my hips instead, grinding on him.
He suddenly sat up, so fast I almost fell off his lap.
“Not good?” I asked. He grinned, kissing me.
“Just trying a different pose is all.”
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Charles
I flipped us over so she was on the mat. Her hair pooled around her head like a halo. She laughed as I moved on top of her. Now, this I was good at. If this was all yoga was then we wouldn’t have a problem at all.
“What’s this one called?” she gasped.
“This one,” I leaned back and pulled her legs up before sliding back inside. I stopped, sighing. I’d die happy if it happened right now. She was perfect in every way. I was supposed to fuck her, nobody else. “Is my finishing move.”
I reached for her clit, she moaned and pushed into my hand.
“Right there. Just like that,” she whispered. I watched her. I loved catching the moment she finally got her release. It probably gave me as much pleasure as it gave her. I loved being able to make her come. I worshipped her body, I wanted her to know just what she did to me. She was made for me.
Her eyes closed and she shuddered, reaching her climax. I kept at her clit until she pushed me away. Then all bets were off. I thrust fast and deep feeling it deep in my balls. They pulled inwards and I came, hard, blowing my load inside her.
In the quiet right after we collapsed on the mat, I gathered her in my arms and buried my nose in her hair. Sweaty and panting, we basked in the heat of what we had done.
Brenna wriggled out of my grasp and sat up on the mat.
“I think we should probably get dressed,” she said. “I don’t want to scare Freya and give her grounds for a sexual harassment suit.”
“Nothing she wouldn’t have seen before,” I said. She whipped her head around to look at me.
“Are you trying to admit something to me?” she asked.
“What?”
“A secret romantic past with the woman who is now your housekeeper?” she asked. I threw my head back laughing. I really didn’t see that one coming.
“What? No, what are you talking about? I’m just saying she’s a consummate professional. She knows that the home, while being her workplace, is our home. She’s bound to see things that would earn a lawsuit in some other environment. She washes our underwear, Brenna, she’s not going to be precious about a little nudity.”
“Rich people are wild,” she said, standing.
“You’re one of them, baby.”