Evening Practice

The last student had been gone for ten minutes, but I still couldn't make myself leave the studio. My yoga mat was rolled up, my bag packed, and yet I stood in the doorway of the empty office, watching her fold blankets in the dim light.

Lin. That's what she'd written on the sign-in sheet. Long black hair tied in a messy bun, a few strands loose against her neck. She moved like water, even when she was just putting props away.

I'd been coming to her evening class for three months. I knew the curve of her hips in those leggings. I knew how her voice dropped when she said "breathe into the tension." I knew I was fucked.

"You okay, Mark?"

Her voice pulled me out of my head. She was looking at me, one eyebrow raised, a folded blanket pressed against her chest.

"Yeah. Just... wanted to ask you something."

She set the blanket down. "Ask."

I stepped closer. The studio smelled like lavender and sweat. "You know what I'm going to say."

"Tell me anyway."

"I can't stop thinking about you." My voice came out rougher than I meant. "When you adjust my hips in downward dog. When you stand behind me and I feel your breath on my spine. I'm not there for the yoga anymore, Lin."

She didn't look away. Her eyes were dark, unreadable. "I know."

"You know?"

"I've been watching you too." She took a step forward. "The way your shoulders tense when I touch you. The way you hold your breath."

I reached out and touched her wrist. Her skin was warm. "Then what are we doing?"

She answered by grabbing my collar and pulling me into a kiss.

Her mouth was soft and demanding. I pushed her back against the desk, my hands finding her waist, sliding under the hem of her tank top. She made a sound against my lips, low and hungry.

"Lock the door," she whispered.

I did. When I turned back, she was pulling her top over her head. Her breasts were small, perfect, her nipples dark against her skin. I crossed the room and dropped to my knees in front of her, pressing my face against her stomach, breathing her in.

"Fuck, Lin."

"Don't be gentle," she said, her fingers in my hair. "I've been wanting this too long."

I pulled her leggings down. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was bare, already wet, and I groaned when I saw it.

"Jesus."

"Stop looking. Touch me."

I pushed her legs apart and ran my tongue up her slit. She gasped, her hips bucking forward. I held her down, licking her clit in slow circles, feeling her get wetter against my mouth.

"Yes," she breathed. "Just like that."

I slid two fingers inside her. She was tight, hot, clenching around me immediately. I fucked her with my fingers while I sucked her clit, and she gripped the edge of the desk, her head thrown back.

"I'm close," she said, her voice breaking. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I pushed deeper, licked harder, and she came with a sharp cry, her whole body shuddering. I felt her come around my fingers, wet and pulsing.

I stood up, unbuckling my belt. She watched me, her chest heaving, a flush spreading down her neck.

"Now you," she said.

She pushed me back onto the mat on the floor. I landed hard, and she was on top of me immediately, straddling my hips. She pulled my cock out of my jeans and stroked it once, twice, her thumb running over the head.

"Fuck, you're thick."

"You keep talking like that, this won't last long."

She laughed, low and dark. "Good."

She lowered herself onto me. I felt every inch of her, tight and wet, taking me in. She sat still for a moment, her eyes closed, her hands on my chest.

"Okay?" I asked.

"More than okay."

She started to move. Slow at first, rolling her hips, grinding against me. I reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she moaned, picking up the pace.

"Harder," I said.

She slammed down on me. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the empty room. I grabbed her hips, guiding her, fucking up into her. She leaned forward, her hair falling around us like a curtain.

"Touch my clit," she said, her voice a command. "Make me come again."

I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her. She cried out, her rhythm breaking. I kept rubbing her, circling her clit while she rode me, and when she came this time it was harder, her whole body shaking, her nails digging into my chest.

That pushed me over. I came inside her, deep, my hands gripping her ass, holding her against me. I felt her pulse around my cock, milking me, and I groaned, long and low.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing together, tangled on the mat.

Finally she lifted her head and looked at me. A strand of hair stuck to her lips. I brushed it away.

"Eso fue…" empecé.

"Long overdue," she finished.

I laughed. "Yeah."

She climbed off me, and I watched her gather her clothes. The office was dark now, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside.

"Same time next week?" she asked, pulling her tank top back on.

"Mañana a la misma hora".

She smiled, and it was the first real smile I'd seen from her. "Deal."