She Is the Best Workout Motivation

The yoga mat was still warm from my stretches when he walked in, watching me hold a pose too long. I wore just a sports bra and shorts, skin flushed, heart already hammering from the workout. He crossed the room without a word, hands rough and immediate, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. He knew. He bent me over the mat, driving into me from behind while I gripped the floor. Then on my back, legs folded near my ears, filling me completely. After he'd fucked me raw, his fingers returned, pushing deep, thumb circling my clit until I squirted hard, soaking his hand and the mat, my back arching. Later on my knees, taking him in my mouth, tasting myself. He finished across my face, warm and messy. He wiped my cheek, tender after being rough. I smiled, raw and ruined. Just us, two people who wanted each other badly.