Early Bird Yoga - Episode 3

He moves behind her on the mat. His hands find her hips and press them back into downward dog, thumbs digging into the soft skin above her waistband. She feels the heat of him before he even touches her again, the length of him settling between her thighs, thick and obvious through his shorts. Her breath catches. He rocks forward once, slow and deliberate, the seam of her leggings catching against her clit until her arms shake. Then he pulls back, palms sliding up her spine, fingers tracing each vertebra like he owns the map of her body. When she drops to her knees, he follows, chest to her back, one hand sliding beneath her top to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between two fingers until it tightens. The other hand works her leggings down, knuckles brushing the damp heat between her legs, and he groans low when he finds her wet. She reaches back, fumbles with his waistband until his cock springs free, hot and heavy against her ass. He slides through her folds once, twice, coating himself before he pushes in, inch by inch, until he's buried to the hilt. Her forehead hits the mat. He fucks her in steady, rolling strokes, deep enough to make her see stars, the slap of skin on skin echoing against the studio walls. His fingers find her clit, rubbing tight circles until her thighs tremble and she comes around him, pulsing, gasping his name. He follows seconds later, teeth grazing her shoulder, hips stuttering as he spills inside her, the mess of them slick and warm between her thighs.