Page 36 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

She looked up as she surveyed her work and smiled. “Finn! I didn’t expect you today.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed. When she pulled back she spotted Ronnie’s hand in mine. “And you brought a partner!”

“I did, Cal, this is Ronnie. My…” I panicked for a moment, I didn’t want to call her my baby mama, even though she was.

“I’m Ronnie, Finn’s friend.” She said, giving me a small smile.

“Well, I’m so happy to hear that, Kip and I are so happy for you two. We’ll go easy today.” She gave us a wink and shuffled us to put our shoes beside a mat.

We picked the last two mats closest to the opposite wall where the door sat. While we waited for the class to fill Ronnie fidgeted with her hair, pulling strands loose and twining them around her fingers.

Placing my hands on her shoulders I guided her to sit on the squishy mat. She let me rub her shoulders as the small class trickled in with other couples partnered up.

Cal called the class to their mats and we began with small smooth movements to open our bodies up. I watched Ronnie become more and more open to the stretches and felt a sense of pride swell.

Along with other, much more sensitive parts.

Ronnie’s ass was up in the air, her shirt had slid up to her breasts and I felt the shift in my pants. Goddog. I shook my head and tried to avoid looking at the way her leggings fit her tightly across her ass.

Cal clapped her hands and instructed us to move our mats together. I had to readjust myself before we got into the moves that would bring our bodies closer together. I really didn’t need Ronnie getting upset with me.

“Okay, our toppers, please lay back on the mat. Knees up, feet flat.” I laid down, following Cal’s instructions and waiting for the others to do the same. A few couples argued about who their top would or should be, and I caught Ronnie having to hide her smile.

I hit her ankle, and we shared a conspiratorial smile.

“Now, our bottom’s. Please place one foot on either side of your partner's hips. Like this.” Cal demonstrated with Kip below her, and Ronnie followed suit. I was confused about the sexual orientation of the session. But shrugged it off as Cal being intuitive to our other guests.

“Lower your body slowly to sit between your partner’s legs, like a throne, if you will.” Ronnie watched Cal move her body over Kip and situate herself on his crotch. “Once here, grip your palms on your partner’s knees and rock your hips.”

Ronnie’s eyes flew to mine and I gulped. I obviously hadn’t looked at the schedule close enough when I’d put our names down. I knew Cal and Kip offered Kama Sutra yoga for couples, but I didn’t think to ask. Had I signed us up for sex yoga instead of prenatal yoga?

Fuck me, this was going to end poorly.

Kama Sutra yoga.

Just what I needed, horny, pregnant, with Finn looking hot as hell under me. I couldn’t get my emotions to agree with me, I didn’t know if I wanted to be mad, or uncomfortable. I just knew this was going to go either really well, or really, really bad.

I didn’t sit slowly, instead I dropped like a sack of bricks on top of Finn. Instead of grinding on him like Cal instructed, I leaned down as much as my belly would allow and whispered, “You’re so dead.”

To his credit he looked ashamed, his cheeks were pink and I could tell he was trying hard not to look at me.

“I didn’t know.” He forced out as I sat up and joined the rest of the class as they moved. Cal was still instructing, telling us to move and find what works for us. How to utilize our partner’s legs and torso.

I grinded on him, feeling him grow beneath me. I shot him a glare and he sent me a pleading look, mouthing, “I’m sorry.”

We moved again, rolled is more appropriate. She instructed the ‘toppers’ to lift their shoulders and twist them and their partner’s over so now I was flat on my back with my feet planted on the mat. Finn’s knees were tucked under my ass, lifting it up so my hips were still aligned with his.

I hadn't been touched in months, and it stirred up the need I had, the hunger to be touched and lavished. To lose myself in orgasmic bliss with another person. An exchange of pleasure ripped from the bottom of your soul.

“Ronnie.” Finn said my name sharply, and my eyes snapped open.

Oh God. No. I didn’t.

Embarrassment flooded my system, my face was on fire, and Cal clapped. Fuckingclapped. “If you’re doing it right, that is exactly the response your body should have.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before looking up at Finn. He was no longer moving, instead he was staring down at me with questions I didn’t have the capacity to answer.

“Are you okay?” Finn asked, gently untucking his knees from where my hips and ass rested.

I nodded, because of course I was okay. But my pride? That bitch flew out the window when I’d moaned in front of strangers.

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