“Holy hell, Skye,” I rasp. “My calves are gonna hate me after this.”
“Don’t push past the point of comfort. It shouldn’t hurt.” She stretches her arms behind her back. “I’ll go get us some water and then we can do a few more poses, okay?”
I grunt my approval and take a seat on the mat. My gaze catches on a tripod set up in the corner that I don’t recall seeing there last night. Skyler’s smartphone has been fitted into the support brackets, with the camera pointed directly at where we were doing yoga just now. When she comes back with two glasses of life-saving water, I decide to ask her about it.
“What’s with the phone?” I ask, nodding to the tripod.
She sees what I’m referring to and blushes.
“Oh... That’s actually for my blog.”
“You have a blog? What do you post?”
She bites her lip before she answers. “I post a lot of body positivity content. And I have the tripod set up because I sometimes like to post pictures of myself doing yoga.”
“Regular yoga or naked yoga?”
“Both.” She meets my gaze and holds it. “Does that bother you?”
“No.” I’ll admit, I’m more than a little surprised by the revelation, but I’m not bothered. If anything, the thought of other people appreciating Skyler’s beauty fills me with a sense of satisfaction, and more than a little pride.
Yes, my baby girl is sexy as fuck. Thanks for noticing. Now fuck off.
“I try not to show my face in the nude photos in case they get stolen from the blog.” Her expression falters for a split second, but she recovers quickly. “I won’t lie, getting likes and comments is a nice ego boost, but mostly I just like to show my readers that anyone can do yoga, no matter their size.”
“Was that ever really in question?”
“For a lot of people? Yeah, it is. It can be intimidating to walk into a gym or a yoga studio as a larger person. There’s a lot of shame and stigma to wade through. Like, why bother trying to take care of your body when society tells you you’re worthless and disgusting?” She gestures down to her naked form. “I want my readers to feel beautiful and confident in their own skin, so I show them mine.”
“That’s amazing, Skyler. You’re amazing,” I say, and she beams up at me. I cup her cheek in my hand, letting my thumb drag across her lips. “You know I can’t get enough of your gorgeous curves, but I have to say, your confidence is incredibly sexy, too.”
I feel her throat work against my hand as she swallows.
“Would you...like to take a picture with me?”
“You mean, for your blog?” I ask, tilting my head.
She nods, and a predatory grin spreads on my lips. Knowing that countless strangers will see the two of us together, skin to skin, sets my blood on fire. Just one look and they’ll see that I’m the man in her life.
And while they’re appreciating her body from afar, I’m the one who gets to touch her.
“Then absolutely, baby.”
Skyler jumps to her feet and pads over to her phone. After fiddling with the settings for a minute, she sets it back into place returns to the mat.
“So, for what I have in mind, let’s have you on the bottom and I’ll be on the top.”
A throb of desire shoots through my body at the thought of Skyler on top of me.
“Just tell me what to do, Baby Bird, I’ll follow your lead.”
She drops to her knees, sits back on her heels, and places her forehead to the mat with her arms out in front of her. “You’ll be just like this, in child’s pose.” She lifts her head to flash me a smile, and I feel my heart melt at the childlike excitement on her face.
“I think I can manage that,” I nod.
She stands and I take her spot, trying my best to copy her movements. I inhale deeply and settle into the position, feeling a nice stretch in my lower back.
“Perfect,” she says. “Stay just like that. I’m going to rest over you now.”