Chapter 107

The One Where He’s Obsessively In Love

NATE

In the morning, I wake alone. Arielle, though she slept with me last night after reading my notebook, has clearly woken before me and so I go on the hunt for her.

I find her in her bedroom. The second I enter, I’m greeted with the sight of her leaning over with her ass in my direction, wearing tight black pants. I bite back a groan as she continues doing yoga.

Sauntering across the room, I seat myself on the bed to watch her. When did she pick up yoga and why haven’t I been informed of it? It explains why her stomach has more toning than before, but it also means she’ll be a lot more flexible and the idea of that turns me the fuck on.

When she finally realizes I’m sitting there, she turns to look at me. “Good morning,” she greets with a smile.

My gaze departs from hers—to her nipple piercings that are visibly straining against the fabric of her sports bra—and I draw my tongue along my lower lip, biting down on it. “Good morning to you, too.” I could feel those very barbells pressed to my torso through the thin material of my shirt all night and let me tell you, it was hard to ignore the feeling of them and the way the thought of them make my head spin. Glancing down at the mat, I question, “Yoga?”

She shrugs, walking towards me. Relaxing my knees apart, she moves to stand between them and I waste no time in securing my hands to their home on her waist. “It was something I picked up in the last few months. It was good exercise.”

“Yeah?” She leans into me, my hands wandering to her toned ass. “I can tell.”

She smiles, holding onto my shoulders, “And what’d you do?”

“Boxing,” I admit. Although, it was probably mostly jerking off, if I’m completely honest.

C’mon, boys, you’re so fucking close. A little longer.

“Wanna’ do some poses with me?” She tilts closer to me, fisting a hand in my hair to yank my head back. My face is right in her tits, but she forces my gaze up to her eyes. “I’ll go easy on you.”

My right hand grips her ass hard, “Can’t say I’ll do the same with you.”

She smirks and moves to walk away from me and back to her mat, “I wouldn’t want you to.”

When she sees I haven’t moved, she arches an eyebrow.

“They say yoga can be an aphrodisiac, Nate, “ she tempts, her hands on her hips.

Lifting my ass of the bed, I answer, “Why didn’t you start with that?”

She stands with her feet together, extending her arms above her head and then arches her back. “Mountain pose, Nate.”

This one’s easy, but I’m not exactly serious about this, so I do it, but not without sneaking many glances in her direction.

“Breathe in deep and exhale.”

She then moves to a kneeling position with her feet tucked underneath and touching her ass. With her chest pressed to her knees, she reaches her arms out in front of her in a stretch and her forehead grazes the mat. “Child’s pose.”

I do my best to mimic it, but my knees aren’t as flexible as hers. I still manage to do it, just not as tight and cleanly as she can.

Arielle lifts up to bring her feet out from under her ass and place them out straight behind her. She then places her palms flat to the mat and arches her back upwards. I lick my lips as I observe her raise her head and bend her back down towards the floor.

“Fuck—” I mutter, blowing air past my lips. I do my best to curb the horny thoughts, but it’s hard to.

Focusing as best I’m able to, I copy her—not at all as flexible. In fact, I can barely curve my spine even close to what she’s able to do. I’m actually out of breath by the time I relax my body out of the position and when I look at her, she’s smiling at me.

I observe her as she adjusts her feet, securing them to the mat. She then does the same with her hands and then lifts her ass in the air, forming her body into an upside down V.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan, my eyes raking over the sight of her ass. Why does this feel like the beginning of a porno?

Am I about to start hearing some funky music? A man about to deliver a pizza? Her pants going to suspiciously split right in the crotch?

I mean, c’mon.

She must sense I’m no longer paying attention to what we’re doing, but thinking about the idea of yanking her tight pants down and burying myself inside her—tongue, cock, and fingers—because she angles her neck to look at me.

“Focus, babyboy.”

I take another minute to appreciate the sight of her before I attempt to mimic her. However, I’m unable to get anywhere close to the height with which she’s lifted her ass in the air. Attempting to do so strains my muscles and I end up falling over.

Arielle chuckles, but she doesn’t help me up. In fact, she shifts her body into another pose—one where she’s standing, with one leg out front with that knee bent. The other leg is angled out behind her, but straight. She’s also extended her arms out on both sides. She inhales deep and exhales, “Last one. Warrior two. Try it.”

I’m already sweating and tired, even though it feels like I shouldn’t be. Ultimately, I stand, carefully separating my feet as she’s done. It takes me about three tries, but I eventually get it. Closing my eyes, I slowly lift my arms. They tremble when they get near being straight—already being tired—but I breathe through it and fully focus.

After maybe half a minute, something in the air shifts and I sense shadows. When I open my eyes, Arielle is standing in front of me and she grabs both sides of my face to press a kiss to my mouth. She smiles at me, “You did good.”

I shift out of the position. “It didn’t feel like it,” I chuckle. “I need a shower now,” I point out, grabbing the collar of my shirt to wave it in an attempt to cool myself down.

“You have to hurry, though.” Arielle saunters back over to her mat and I can only assume she’ll do a bit more yoga without me. I’m only holding her back. “We’re going to the vineyard in an hour and I’ll need to shower when I’m done.”

I nod, grabbing the hem of my shirt behind me, yanking it over my head. I scurry into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, strip naked and hop in the shower.