Page 59 of Mr. Blackwood

We were having a sunrise yoga session and were currently standing in Vrikshasana or tree pose. Jabari and I did the instructed move before she transitioned us into tabletop pose.

“Now, we’re going to release it all. On your next exhale, I want you to sit back on your heels with your toes touching and widen your knees. Stretch your arms as far as possible for a comfortable Balasana,” she instructed.

I felt the peace flowing through and around me as we transitioned into child’s pose. On vacation, every morning before our day began, we had sunrise yoga sessions that I thoroughly enjoyed.

We were still in child’s pose when she asked us to return to a seated position with our hands at our hearts.

“All the tranquility and ease that has come into your hearts and minds during your time here, I want you to allow it to accompany you back home. Always carry this time in your hearts as well as your mind, and continue your practice,” she advised.

We both bobbed our heads and closed our eyes as she did. After a few deep, calming breaths, she murmured, “Namaste.” We repeated it before we finally stood and folded our yoga mats. Just as we were hugging and thanking her for how she had poured into us on our time here, our butler returned and announced, “Your breakfast is waiting for you on the veranda.”

“Thank you,” Jabari stated.

We put our yoga equipment away and headed to the veranda to enjoy a breakfast of fruits, brioche French toast, freshly squeezed orange juice, and artisanal coffee.

“I have been so spoiled this week. Massages, bespoke meals served to us, afternoon naps, lazy dips in the plunge pool, daily shopping, and adventures—this is the sweet life,” I stated when we were almost finished with our breakfast.

“Don’t forget all the orgasms your body could handle.”

“I could never forget the erotic, great sex that you served, sir.” I giggled as I peered at him over my coffee cup.

“I was thinking we should get one last session in before we leave.”

“That sounds like a good idea to me. Where?”

“The plunge pool. You need something to cool your hot ass off.”

I smirked and felt my panties growing wet at the thought of it. “How are you going to top any of this when we return home?”

“I can think of a number of ways. I’ve been imagining what fucking you on my basketball court underneath the hoop might feel like.”

“Jabari.” I choked on my juice laughing at him.

“Okay, how about in the conservatory or the billiards room? That pool stick doesn’t have shit on my stick.”

I spat some of my juice out. I laughed so hard that tears came into my eyes.

“Well, since we’re getting kinky, we could do it in the staging kitchen, the wine cellar, or the chef’s kitchen.”

“I personally like the ballroom,” he teased, settling back in his chair and wrapping his arm around the back of it.

“Mm. Maybe, but I personally prefer the indoor pool.”

“We can arrange that, but it won’t be as much fun as the outdoor pool, especially if one of my staff stumbles across us.”

“Oh, my goodness. You’ve got me wet just thinking about it.”

“You’ve got one minute to make it to that damn pool,” he stated, rubbing his dick through his joggers.

I hopped out of my chair and ran to the front of the bungalow. I quickly peeled off my yoga pants and top before I jumped into the pool. Several minutes later, Mr. Blackwood was walking my way. He had already stripped, and he was stroking his thick dick with one hand. Those dark, gorgeous eyes were on me, and my body heated up from the sight before me.

I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, but he had other plans in store for me. From the moment Jabari climbed into the pool, his hands were on me. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, covering and claiming my mouth with a sensual, slow kiss.

My thighs clenched at the feeling of his arousal pressed against me, already demanding without words to be let inside. As his tongue looted my mouth, his fingers stole between my thighs and broke into my tight walls. The stroke of his thumb against my clit and his fingers scissoring between my thighs forced me to open up and stop playing games with that grown-ass man.

Jabari was eleven years older than I was, and it was clear that he was on a different level than any of the men I dated closer to my age, including the man I married. When he pulled his fingers free from my pussy as I writhed in that pool, he sucked them clean, clamped his hand around the base of my neck, and lightly squeezed.

I opened my legs and wrapped them around him, ready to be filled with his chocolate steel. The moment that he entered me, he did so with brute force, expelling a strangled cry from my chest. One hand caressed my back, and the other one rested on my ass, alternating between squeezing and pinching it.