Page 28 of Secret Seduction
My first full day back at LITHE and not being behind a desk has been amazing. I never realized how much instructing classes grounds me until I couldn’t do it these past couple of weeks. I’m also lucky that I listened to everything Doctor Gallo had to say when it came to healing, minus the orgasms Luke gave me along the way, which in my mind helped even more. Okay, maybe not, but they also didn’t hurt.
Last night, though, life-altering amazing. The afternoon rolled into night, and the orgasms Luke doled out only made me want more. We were insatiable. Neither one of us could keep our hands off the other, even when we fell into a coma-like sleep state.
Which is why when his alarm went off, it was me who climbed on top of him, hitting the offending noise, and sank down on his cock. He’d been slow to wake up. The six-or-so-year age difference must have caught up with him from theday before because he had not one single problem letting me do all the work. I teased him about this, but he didn’t take the bait. I’m pretty sure that was because he thoroughly enjoyed the view.
Each roll of my hips and each bounce on his cock had him awakening even more. Then his hands cupped my breasts, his fingers pinched my nipples, my head tipped back, and my orgasm took hold. Luke’s followed shortly after, only he had to do all the work. I’d been too tired and became so languid I could barely hold myself up. He lifted his hips, fucking his cock into me and showing me yet again that sex with a man you truly have a deep connection with is out-of-this-world amazing.
I walked into LITHE with a smile plastered on my face. Coralynn and Lyric greeted me and noticed it, saying, “Welcome back.” Not in the way of a greeting, either; it was full of innuendo, causing all of us to laugh. We chatted for a few minutes and then went our separate ways. I had two classes today, a beginner class and an intermediate class. I kept this week light in case my body tried to betray me, but so far, it hasn’t.
Our days all end at different times, and while the girls left a little while ago, I’m still here. Lyric has date night with her Viking, and she dashed out of here like her life depended on it. Coralynn laughed and said the date she’d be getting was of the dick variety. I shook my head at my sister’s comment. The girl is always thinking with her vagina, I swear. She’s full of sugar and spice while also having a little bit of piss and vinegar. I saw them off, locked the front door,and stayed back to do a couple of things while Luke hit the gym after work.
We’ve texted throughout the day a few times, him in between patients, me between classes. It’s been this way since the beginning. I was more available than him, and keeping my messages to a minimum when I’m not busy, well, it’s a task I need to work on. Any time I thought of something, I’d go to text him, type out the message, backspace, and exit out of my phone. Luke never said anything when I couldn’t resist the temptation of asking how his day was going or what he wanted for dinner. I kept the silly memes to myself or send them to my sister instead.
I move through the studio turning off a few lights in the rooms that aren’t occupied while I head toward the reception desk to grab my phone. My intention is to turn on the stereo system in the studio, do some Pilates work that doesn’t involve me starting and stopping between poses. Then I’ll head to Luke’s, we’ll figure out dinner, and either cook or order something in.
My phone lights up when I pick it up, notifying me of Luke’s message.
Luke: You still at the studio, baby girl?
Two words:baby girl.The way he says them, the way he means them, and the way he gives me butterflies. Luke is everything I ever wanted but never knew I’d be lucky to have.
Me: Yeah, are you headed home?
I’ve barely been at my apartment. Each time I go there for clothes, more end up at Luke’s, and little by little, it seems like I’m moving into his place. What we have is a lot like love, and while we may not have spoken the words, the proof is everywhere around us.
Luke: Nope, I’m here. Open the door for me?
I toss my phone on the desk, let out a squeal, and spin around to make tracks to let my man in. Most storefronts along the main downtown area have a back entrance; we never use it. Especially because it’s a really small alleyway with no parking and the only thing back there is a dumpster. No thanks, not for me, and not for my clients.
“I thought you were going to the gym?” I make quick work of the deadbolt and pulling open the frosted glass door. I’d had grand illusions of keeping the front of the studio all glass to allow even more light in and so people could see what LITHE is all about. That lasted all of three weeks after opening. We had more lurkers than anything. A quick phone call to my dad telling him what was going on, and he pulled some strings. Of course, going above and beyond, he found a company to work their magic the next morning before we opened, and all has been well since then.
“I figured I’d work out with you tonight instead.” It’s then I realize Luke is in a white tank top, black athletic shorts hitting him at mid-thigh, a pair of sneakers, and is showing off his muscles and tattoos. I’d better get him inside before others start drooling over the man who’s mine and only mine.
“Are you sure? It can be kind of intense.” His hand falls to my waist, his fingers pressing in at the top of my ass. He walks us in, looking behind him to watch the door close and twisting the lock back into place.
“Been watching you stretch all over the apartment for weeks. Not like you normally would since you’ve been healing. I see what all it entails. Also love having my eyes on you the whole time. Now, I want to see my baby girl do her thing, unrestrained.” I have a distinct feeling there will be way more happening than stretching.
“Well, you’re in for a treat. I was about to start anyway.” This time, it’s me dragging him through the studio. I stop to scoop up my phone to look for a play list. I’d usually choose a calming style, but since Luke’s here, I can go for something more sensual. A few swipes across the screen, and the heavy beat thrums through the speakers.
“Fuck me,” Luke groans. There are three rooms in the studio. Since our schedule is more structured, all of us have our own areas. It’s also easier considering I need yoga mats and Lyric needs Styrofoam wedges, mats, and obstacle type courses for the kids. Then there’s Coralynn’s style; she needs a wide-open dance floor with nothing except lights, mirrors, and music. The louder the better in her eyes. We also make sure her classes don’t coincide with others. Staggering works best and makes our lives easier.
“That can be arranged,” I toss over my shoulder as he follows me. I can feel his eyes drag down the length of my body with every step we take. Once we’re where we need to be, I kick off my flip flops and take my shirt off, leaving me in my sports bra and bottoms.
“Pencil me the fuck in.” The mirrors give me the perfect view of him. He toes off his sneakers and bends down to take off his socks as I move to the area where I store my supplies.
“It’s a good thing I know the instructor.” I grab two mats, lay them on the floor next to each other, and watch as Luke strips out of his shirt. He’s going to make keeping my train of thought impossible when we get to our stretches.
“Damn right.” The music changes to a sultry song. It’s now or never.
“We’re going to start off with some easy poses first, then we’ll work our way up.” I stand on the yoga mat. Luke does the same, his focus on me through the reflection on the mirrored walls.
“Lead the way, and I’ll follow.” He shoots me a wink, and we start with the child’s pose. The Pilates I was intending to do is put on hold; I want him to do this with me without struggling too much.
“Alright, let me know if you need a break.” I’m smiling. I have no doubt in my mind that Luke can follow my paces. He’s already athletic, working out at the gym or swimming laps in the pool. He stays fit, and now that I’m cleared, I really want to be in the pool with him. Even though I’d probably distract him, and we’d get a different kind of workout in.
I drop into a kneeling position, fold my torso over my thighs, and extend my arms forward. I peek to the side. Luke has it down to a science, minus tucking his toes together beneath his hips. It takes time to stretch your muscles and become more flexible.
“Still good?” I ask, tucking my tail bone in and plantingmy forehead on the mat, allowing the stretch to reach its fullest potential.
