Friends With Benefits (16 page)

He moved toward her as if in a dream, inhaling a scent that almost made him light-headed. He put his hands on her bare waist.

“What…” He tried again.

She lowered her foot gracefully to the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Remember? You told me your ultimate fantasy was naked yoga. So that’s what we’re going to do.”

He gulped.

“I know there isn’t a whole class of naked people doing yoga, but I thought that might be a bit hard to arrange. So it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay.”

He couldn’t get a word out. She was slowly pulling his shirt out of his pants and down over his arms, all the while pressing little kisses to his face. She tossed the shirt aside and went to work on his pants.

Her fingers teased the skin of his lower abdomen as she felt around for the button of his pants. She brushed over the fly, now straining with his hard-on, then moved back to his bare stomach, which quivered under her fingers. With measured, deliberate moves, she flicked the fastener open, then slid the zipper of his fly down tooth by tantalizing tooth.

He gritted his teeth against the desire to rip his pants off.

After long, luxurious moments, he was naked and she gave him her back so he could unclasp her bra. She let it fall off, and shimmied out of the panties. Taking his hand, she led him slowly to the centre of the room where a large yoga mat had been placed. Beside it sat a bottle of what looked like her oil, a fleece blanket and several cushions.

“We’re going to do the V letter,” she told him softly. “Hold my wrists.” They held on to each others’ wrists. “Now, lean back.” She leaned away from him, pulling their arms out straight and he did the same. “Arch your back,” she said slowly, her head falling back, “and feel the point where we’re perfectly balanced.” He held on, letting his head fall back although all he really wanted to do was look at her luscious breasts thrust forward by the pose.

“Focus on the energetic exchanges occurring through the arms,” she said. “Feel the activation of Swadhistana chakra, the capacity of having highly erotic feelings.”

Well, it felt good. And yes…erotic.

“Now, come out of it slowly,” Kerri said softly, and together they pulled themselves up, and damned if they weren’t perfectly balanced, coming up together in one smooth, graceful movement.

“Cool,” he said. She smiled.

“Bend your knees.” Together they lowered their bodies, this time looking at each other, eyes locked.

“This brings harmony, trust and intimacy to the relationship,” she told him. “Notice how your ability to balance is determined by me, and my ability to balance is determined by you. The longer we can maintain this pose, the greater the harmony between us. This pose will help us have a highly erotic experience.”

“I’m good with that.”

“Now, kneel down.” Together they lowered themselves to the mat, kneeling in front of each other. She slid her hands up his arms to just below his elbows. “Hold me like this, too,” she requested. “This is ustrasana. It will help us experience a state of euphoria and empathy. Now lean back…” She leaned away from him, her head falling back, her hands holding his arms as their arms straightened and pulled. He followed her lead. “Relax your neck,” she murmured. “Feel the free circulation of the energies through our arms and the activation of the solar plexus. Feel the inner state of euphoria.”

He wasn’t sure if he was feeling euphoria. More likely, he was feeling light-headed from lack of blood, all the blood in his body racing to his rock-hard dick.

“Sit down,” she commanded softly, lowering herself in a fluid move onto the blanket into the lotus position. She tugged on his hand and he bent his knees and sat down with a bit of thud, much less gracefully than her.

“Cross your legs, like me.” She still held his hands. Feeling awkward, he shifted his legs and crossed them, supremely conscious of his hard cock thrusting out aggressively and on display between his legs. Kerri’s gaze lowered there briefly, admiringly, then she looked back at him with a serene but warm expression.

His own gaze went between her legs. She sat there completely spread open to him, all pink and pretty, and he had to swallow hard. His cock jumped.

She took his other hand and they sat there in the flickering candle light, soft music flowing around them, the scent of something incredibly erotic mingling with the scent of Kerri’s arousal.

“What is that scent?”

“Jasmine,” she said. “It’s an aphrodisiac. It’s a love plant, used for love spells. In India the jasmine flower symbolizes the promise of eternal love.” Her words were soft, seductive. “Tantra is the ancient art of prolonging the pleasure of lovemaking up to reaching a superior level of consciousness. In other words, you delay the usual way of experiencing orgasm, taking time to fully live and enjoy each sensation, each thrill that crosses your body.”

“How long do I have to wait?” he asked uneasily. She smiled slowly, breathtakingly.

“The idea is, if you maintain a high level of sexual excitement without rushing to the end, involve all your senses in the experience, slowly and patiently let the intensity grow, your attention is focused on the whole path of your sensual journey. Not just the destination. If you get what I mean.”

She tilted her head just slightly as gazed at him, her eyes hot and intent.

“I get it,” he said hoarsely.

“We’re going to breathe together. Do you remember how to do yogic breathing?”

“Uh…I think so.”

“Breathe in…through the nostrils…fill your belly…” She instructed as they went, her voice low and velvety. He followed her directions, feeling just a little silly, but he went along with it.

“We’re going to breathe in unison,” she whispered. Her eyes focused steady and warm on his face as they inhaled slowly, exhaled even slower, again and again. After only a few breaths, Mitch felt his body relaxing…well, most of his body. His cock got even harder, if that was possible.

There was something about breathing with Kerri that made him feel…weird. Not bad weird, but good weird. Mesmerized. Hypnotized. His chest rose and, although he kept his eyes on her face, he could sense her breasts rising at the same time. The movements of their bodies were slight but synchronized, and a feeling of peace flowed slowly over him.

His gaze locked with hers and he had the fantastic thought that he could see inside her soul as their breaths mingled and their bodies moved together. He had no idea how long they sat there and breathed together, but when Kerri let go of his hands and gently placed her palms on his face, he felt as if he was in a trance.

Her warm soft hands framed his face, her eyes still on his. “I’m going to touch you all over,” she whispered. “I made a special oil just for us.”

She reached carefully for the bottle that sat beside them and poured a generous amount into her hand. Again, the scent went straight to his dick. It wasn’t a strong smell, but had a distinct effect on him.

She put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them over him, so agonizingly slowly, stroking softly, lushly. She moved from there down his arms, over his biceps that flexed under her touch. A small, admiring smile touched her lips as she stroked him, watched every muscle bunch and twitch. “Relax,” she whispered.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he protested. “I am so far from relaxed…”

“But you’re enjoying it…aren’t you?” She looked a little anxious for a moment.

“Christ, yeah.” He groaned with pleasure as her hands, slick with the oil, found his again. It was only his
hands
, for God’s sake, but as she rubbed and slid her fingers over and between his, he felt it through every cell of his body. Pleasure surged through his veins, sensations sparked across his flesh and he ached for her.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he moaned softly. “God, Kerri, I need you so bad.”

“I know,” she whispered. “You can do it. Just feel every sensation. Enjoy every touch. Don’t think too far ahead.”

He closed his eyes, his head feeling heavy on his shoulders, and his world narrowed to Kerri’s hands on him, everywhere, teasing, touching, tempting. An erotic cocoon of soft music, exotic scents and enticing touch enclosed them. It could have been hours later when Kerri finally broke the spell, his whole body burning up, a mass of sizzling erotic sensations.

“Now it’s your turn,” he dimly heard her say over the blood roaring in his ears. Her hands rested on his knees. She had touched him everywhere except where he really, really wanted to her to touch. He almost groaned again.

He struggled to open his eyes. She sat there in front of him and to his lust-fogged eyes she appeared to have a glowing aura around her nude body. He blinked.

She took his hand, turned it palm up, and poured some of the oil into it. It almost felt burning hot, which was very strange. He rubbed his hands together as she had, feeling the warmth seep through his already heated body.

He touched her shoulders almost hesitantly, feeling a little overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. Some kind of weird shit was going on here.

Her shoulders were so small and smooth. He smoothed his hands over them, trying to go slowly. His hands wanted to race to her breasts, but he resisted.

“Keep concentrating on the sensation,” she breathed. “This part is still for you, too.”

“Yeah.” He followed the same path over her body as she had over his, her firm, slender arms, her small hands. When he took her hands in his and slipped his fingers between hers, slick and warm from the oil, he felt as if some kind of energy passed between them. He almost jerked back at the force of it.

Startled, he met her eyes and she, too, looked a bit unnerved.

He swallowed and kept going, from her small toes, up sleek legs, focusing intently on keeping his touch slow and lingering. Her eyes, too, fell closed as she drank in the sounds and scents and absorbed his touch.

His hands hovered over her breasts, aching to fill his palms with her lush softness.

She opened her eyes and reached up for his hands. “Not yet,” she whispered.

God! He almost fell over onto his back. “I’m gonna die, Kerri,” he said pleadingly.

She shook her head. “No you aren’t.”

She poured more oil into her palm and on the back of her hand and touched Mitch’s cock. Her fingers delicately and excitingly touched his scrotum, then massaged his testicles with both hands. The top of his head was going to blow off and his skin tightened and prickled all over. His thighs went rigid and pressure built at the base of his spine, agonizingly sweet. His whole body was aroused to such a heightened point of sensitivity he feared he might explode.

“Okay, now you can touch me like that,” she told him. Eagerly, but trying to go slowly, he reached out and slid his slick fingers into her folds, gently, teasingly parting her, tracing her crevice up, then down.

He flinched when she reached back to him, delicately squeezing the base of his cock with one hand, keeping it away from the rest of his body. She formed a circle around the head with the fingers of her other hand, rotated her fingers clockwise, one finger sliding away from the head of the penis over and over again until he gasped. Sensation exploded through him and he fought for control.

“Keep touching me,” she whispered and again he tried to focus, blinking rapidly and swallowing hard. “Touch me inside.” While he pushed two fingers slickly inside her, his other hand pressed on her clitoris.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, oh!”

“Are you going to come, Kerr?”

“No,” she rasped. “Yes…no, not yet, not yet…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She gave a little nod and reluctantly he drew his hands away, slippery with the oil and her cream.

Her hands withdrew from his cock as well, and she rested them on his knees. He covered her hands with his while they both drew in long, dragging breaths. His lungs had seized up.

“We need to breathe together again,” she managed to whisper. Their eyes met again and Mitch used every ounce of control he had to pull in a long, slow breath, matching his rhythm to hers until they were back in that trance-like state. His skin was on fire, every nerve in his body stretched and sensitized, his senses acutely aware of the feel of Kerri’s hands beneath his, her chest rising in unison with his, the soft sounds of their breathing.

Their gazes locked together again and he couldn’t have looked away from her if someone put a gun to his head. His fingers tightened reflexively on hers.

“Now,” she breathed. She reached to the side, straightened and handed him a condom. “I’m going to spontaneously combust if you don’t make me come.”

“God, yes,” he groaned. He rolled on the condom. Although he wanted to pleasure her instantly, he felt as if he was moving in slow motion, his fingers unable to hurry. He touched her again, found her moisture, slicked it over her folds, sought her hard little clit. His fingers had barely brushed over it when she came in hard shuddering waves, her head falling forward. “God!” Her hand turned in his and gripped him so tightly he was afraid she was breaking bones.