Page 64 of Friends With Benefits

Chapter Twenty-Five

She stood in nothing but a pink lace bra and matching pink lace boy-short panties, looking ethereal in the candlelight. Slowly, she put her palms together in front of her chest and drew one foot up her leg, standing in the tree pose, her eyes never leaving his face. Her balance was exquisite.

He moved toward her as if in a dream, inhaling a scent that almost made him light-headed. He put his hands on her bare waist.

“What…” He tried again.

She lowered her foot gracefully to the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Remember? You told me your ultimate fantasy was naked yoga. So that’s what we’re going to do.”

He gulped.

“I know there isn’t a whole class of naked people doing yoga, but I thought that might be a bit hard to arrange. So it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay.”

He couldn’t get a word out. She was slowly pulling his shirt out of his pants and down over his arms, all the while pressing little kisses to his face. She tossed the shirt aside and went to work on his pants.

Her fingers teased the skin of his lower abdomen as she felt around for the button of his pants. She brushed over the fly, now straining with his hard-on, then moved back to his bare stomach, which quivered under her fingers. With measured, deliberate moves, she flicked the fastener open, then slid the zipper of his fly down tooth by tantalizing tooth.

He gritted his teeth against the desire to rip his pants off.

After long, luxurious moments, he was naked and she gave him her back so he could unclasp her bra. She let it fall off, and shimmied out of the panties. Taking his hand, she led him slowly to the centre of the room where a large yoga mat had been placed. Beside it sat a bottle of what looked like her oil, a fleece blanket and several cushions.

“We’re going to do the V letter,” she told him softly. “Hold my wrists.” They held on to each others’ wrists. “Now, lean back.” She leaned away from him, pulling their arms out straight and he did the same. “Arch your back,” she said slowly, her head falling back, “and feel the point where we’re perfectly balanced.” He held on, letting his head fall back although all he really wanted to do was look at her luscious breasts thrust forward by the pose.

“Focus on the energetic exchanges occurring through the arms,” she said. “Feel the activation of Swadhistana chakra, the capacity of having highly erotic feelings.”

Well, it felt good. And yes…erotic.

“Now, come out of it slowly,” Kerri said softly, and together they pulled themselves up, and damned if they weren’t perfectly balanced, coming up together in one smooth, graceful movement.

“Cool,” he said. She smiled.

“Bend your knees.” Together they lowered their bodies, this time looking at each other, eyes locked.

“This brings harmony, trust and intimacy to the relationship,” she told him. “Notice how your ability to balance is determined by me, and my ability to balance is determined by you. The longer we can maintain this pose, the greater the harmony between us. This pose will help us have a highly erotic experience.”

“I’m good with that.”

“Now, kneel down.” Together they lowered themselves to the mat, kneeling in front of each other. She slid her hands up his arms to just below his elbows. “Hold me like this, too,” she requested. “This is ustrasana. It will help us experience a state of euphoria and empathy. Now lean back…” She leaned away from him, her head falling back, her hands holding his arms as their arms straightened and pulled. He followed her lead. “Relax your neck,” she murmured. “Feel the free circulation of the energies through our arms and the activation of the solar plexus. Feel the inner state of euphoria.”

He wasn’t sure if he was feeling euphoria. More likely, he was feeling light-headed from lack of blood, all the blood in his body racing to his rock-hard dick.

“Sit down,” she commanded softly, lowering herself in a fluid move onto the blanket into the lotus position. She tugged on his hand and he bent his knees and sat down with a bit of thud, much less gracefully than her.

“Cross your legs, like me.” She still held his hands. Feeling awkward, he shifted his legs and crossed them, supremely conscious of his hard cock thrusting out aggressively and on display between his legs. Kerri’s gaze lowered there briefly, admiringly, then she looked back at him with a serene but warm expression.

His own gaze went between her legs. She sat there completely spread open to him, all pink and pretty, and he had to swallow hard. His cock jumped.

She took his other hand and they sat there in the flickering candle light, soft music flowing around them, the scent of something incredibly erotic mingling with the scent of Kerri’s arousal.

“What is that scent?”

“Jasmine,” she said. “It’s an aphrodisiac. It’s a love plant, used for love spells. In India the jasmine flower symbolizes the promise of eternal love.” Her words were soft, seductive. “Tantra is the ancient art of prolonging the pleasure of lovemaking up to reaching a superior level of consciousness. In other words, you delay the usual way of experiencing orgasm, taking time to fully live and enjoy each sensation, each thrill that crosses your body.”

“How long do I have to wait?” he asked uneasily. She smiled slowly, breathtakingly.

“The idea is, if you maintain a high level of sexual excitement without rushing to the end, involve all your senses in the experience, slowly and patiently let the intensity grow, your attention is focused on the whole path of your sensual journey. Not just the destination. If you get what I mean.”

She tilted her head just slightly as gazed at him, her eyes hot and intent.

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