We're doing one of those annoying couple things and hitting the gym together this morning. It's not something we usually do, mainly because I'm always dancing and you like to run and spin and get out some aggression. Also, it's good to have some time apart, to get back in our own minds and feel connected to our own bodies and souls.
Anyway, this morning we decided to gym it together. After a lazy morning lounging in bed and a nice breakfast, I decided I wanted to try the new yoga class they were offering which just so happened to be scheduled for the same time as a spin class.
So, here I am waiting for you outside the spin studio. Yoga was great, and I hope the new girl sticks around. Your class should be winding down soon, so I decide to keep stretching outside the studio. I can see you in there, tucked into a corner, pedaling away furiously on your bike. Sweat is dripping down your neck and you look so hot, baby.
Like, sexy hot.
The fact that I'm turned on in a matter of seconds watching you exercise is another good reason we shouldn't do this too often.
Deciding its best I move before I do something that'll embarrass both of us, I head over to the actual, dedicated, stretching area and get back to work. I don't really need to stretch, I've been doing that for an hour, but it gives me something to do to kill time.
Getting to look at all these bodies in motion is one of the reasons I love coming to the gym. The exercise is great, but I pretty much do that for a living. Watching people move their bodies is one of my favorite pastimes; I shared it with you on our first date. We even make a game out of it sometimes when we're out and about. You're cool with it because you have nothing to worry about, babe. Our gym has a good mix of hard bodies and soft bodies and people who are being proactive about getting into shape.
After a few minutes of generally scoping out everyone, I find myself eying a girl in the corner doing pull-ups. She's got amazing arms and shoulders, and I can't help but stare. I can't see her face, but her body is fit and toned and she hasn't stopped doing pull-ups since I started watching. Seriously, I've never seen a girl do so many in one set and I'm completely mesmerized. I'm not attracted to her in the slightest, but unbelievably curious as to how she can work it that hard.
I feel something tap my leg and look over to see your spin shoe covered foot. I let my eyes rake over your sweaty body before reaching your face, but you're looking in the direction of pull-up girl. She finished her set and turned around and shit, she's gorgeous. You're not the jealous type and I don't give you a reason to be, but your shoulders stiffen when she turns around. You wipe some sweat off your face and neck, before asking me if I'm ready to go. When I meet your eyes I see something flash in them before you turn around.
We head to the locker room and you switch your shoes as I zip up a track jacket for the walk home. I grab your gym bag and throw it over my shoulder, smiling at you. You don't smile back. I ask you how your spin class was and you give me a curt response.
That's when I know I'm gonna be in trouble.
You're definitely not the jealous type, well, not usually…not since we met. But sometimes something else makes you insecure and it affects everything in your life. It doesn't happen often, and the first few times it did it threw me. But, now that we've been together for a couple of years and I know that's how you react, I can usually calm the storm. I love you, I've always loved you, I will always love you. You know that, but sometimes you need extra reassurance.
I can give that to you, baby.
I will always give that to you.
You walk out of the locker room before me, looking a little stormy. I let you stay ahead of me for a bit, you need the space to get some steam out. You stop when you reach the first crosswalk and glance behind for me. I catch up and stand next to you, and when the light turns we take the first step off the curb together. We walk in step the rest of the way, quietly, silently, reverently. Your brow is furrowed and your hands are clenched in the pockets of your hoodie. It's still going to be a little stormy when we get home.
You bound up the stairs and open the door, holding it for me before you briskly walk to the elevator, ignoring the doorman. We ride in the elevator in silence. When the doors open, you bound out and unlock our door while I hold the elevator for the neighbor in 3B. Once I'm inside the apartment and the door is shut, you round on me before I've even gotten the gym bag off my shoulder.
A jumbled mix of Spanish and English flies at me while your hands whirl in the air, I can make out something about a girl, my eyes, sexy, leering, and then I tune out. If I let you spin for a bit, I can usually interject when I see you take a deep breath. Sometimes you just gotta get it all off your chest. You don't meet my eyes, instead you pace around in a little circle a few feet away from me. You're rambling longer than usual, and I can feel my head tilting and my bottom lip pouting.
You are a total enigma and that's one of the reasons I love you- I'm never bored. Sometimes you can't wait to tell me what's bugging you, needing to share and hear my thoughts. But, other times, you keep whatever it is bottled up inside, like you need to fully grasp it before you can let me in. Its ok, I know at some point you'll tell me. It just usually happens after this.
Your feet stop moving and I can hear you take your deep breath so I jump in- here's my chance. I softly say your name and you look at me, your eyes hard, hard, hard. It takes half a second before I decide there's nothing I can say, so instead I step forward and take your face in both of my hands and kiss you. It's hard, raw, frantic.
It's everything I wanted to do when I watched you in spin class.
Your lips are stiff at first, but you breathe out a sigh and relax into the kiss, opening your mouth, inviting my tongue inside.
A moan escapes your lips and your hands find their way to my hips, grabbing on as if for dear life. Suddenly they're tugging at my jacket, trying to pull it off over my head, and I know where you're going with this. I start pushing you backwards towards our bathroom, tripping over my feet as I try to get my shoes off, needing to pull away from your lips so I don't bite you. You slide out of your untied sneakers and pull your hoodie off, throwing it over the couch as you wrap your hands around my neck. My shoes make their way off and I unzip my jacket, waiting for you to slide it down my arms.
When we crash into the bathroom, I only have my yoga pants on and am working of divesting myself of them, while you grab my ass trying to get me closer to you. I giggle and pull away, focusing instead on getting your sweat soaked sports bra off your body. You practically pull me into the shower, and we slam into the wall, knocking over a shampoo bottle. You attack my mouth with so much passion, heat, need, want, lust, that I feel my heart growing with love for you.
I reach over and blindly turn the water on, letting the steam start filling the already steamy room, as you finally get my pants off. Your smirk grows devious as you slide back up my body, pulling your long, dark, hair out of its elastic.
You attach your lips to my neck, on that spot that makes me weak, and begin leave your mark. It's your favorite spot to torture me, it's my favorite spot to be tortured, and my moans reverberate around the cold tile of the shower. I feel your breath coming out rushed against my neck and I know you're just as turned on as I am.
You keep biting, sucking, licking, all over my neck and collarbone and baby, I love when you get territorial like this.
When you finally slide into me I'm more than ready for you and my moan is mixed with a sigh of relief, you're finally where I want you, where I need you. You begin thrusting slow and deep, bottoming out on each one before slowly pulling back out. It's torture. Delicious, fabulous, torture.
"You're so wet, Britt-Britt."
"Always for you, S….always."
You groan at my answer and I slide my thigh between yours so you can join my climb.
"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
"Uhhh...so much…baby…keep going."
You move your face from my skin and rest your forehead against mine, watching me as I gasp, moan, call out your name.
When you add a third finger I know I'm done for.
You start sliding against me harder and I can feel your arousal spread on my leg even in the shower. It makes me shiver, feeling you on me. I lean forward and nip at your jaw, your ear, your neck and I feel you shudder. You're getting close, too. Working me up like this always gets you so hot.
The combination of your moans, and the look on your face, and your fingers curling inside of me sends me over the edge and I come hard against you. You keep thrusting into me, extending my pleasure and working yourself harder against my leg. When I can finally breathe, I slide inside of you and curl my fingers once, twice, three times before you clench around me and fall into me, your climax overpowering you.
You try to settle against me, to catch your breath and enjoy the moment but I have other plans, spinning us and pinning you against the wall. "Oh, I'm not nearly done with you yet, babe."
We stayed in the shower until the water had run well past cold. Being in the shower with you, in any capacity, is also one of my favorite things. I love bodies, I love your body. I want to look at it and touch it all the time, even if we're not doing anything sexy. You're dozing next to me as I trace my fingers over your neck and jaw. Your hair dried into a bird's nest of tangles and knots but, baby, it is sexy as hell.
Your eyelids blink and you let out a contented hum before you open your eyes. I smile and say a shy "Hi", and you smile and return it with your own shy 'hi' before I sweetly kiss your swollen lips.
You hand grazes my face when I pull away to look at you, your eyes are hooded and heavy and your face is glowing.
I smile before I kiss your nose and express my fondness for what just happened. It was hot. Super hot. So hot. I kiss you again, and then admit that I don't want you to be jealous all the time, because I love you the way you are, but sometimes…. sometimes it's really sexy.
You smirk and only one of your dimples shows, and I kiss it.
You run your hands through my hair and whisper in my ear that it's hot when I get jealous sometimes, too.