12 Days Of Forever by Heidi McLaughlin Read Free Book Online

left over from last night. I turn away, breaking our concentration on each other, reminding myself that not only is she
    Harrison’s sister, but she’s just passing through.
    I turn on the sound system, and change the station to something softer. When I
    turn toward the space I just cleared, Yvie is standing in front of the mirror in nothing but a sports bar and some very tight shorts. The pants and sweatshirt she was wearing earlier are long forgotten. She’s barefoot and her legs are slightly spread apart. Her head rolls as her shoulders shrug, loosening up her muscles.
    Yvie starts moving to the music with a tremendous amount of grace and elegance.
    I’ve never paid much attention to any type of dancer before, and I’m quickly realizing that this is the finest form of art I’ve ever seen. Walking to the weight bench, I sit down and watch. Yvie is in a trance and doesn’t know I’m even in the room. Her eyes are focused on the mirror as she watches me watch her. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. A private dance meant just for me.
    Her hips swivel to the music as her hands find her hair. I’m jealous of the mirror for getting the show it is. I swallow hard when her hand rubs over her bra-clad breast and her chest rises. I want to be the one to elicit that movement from her.
    I close my eyes and chide myself for getting hard from watching her. She’s
    working, I’m just an ignorant observer, but my body thinks otherwise. It wants her. I want her. From the moment she walked into my gym with Katelyn, she turned me on and
    watching her now is doing nothing to curb my appetite for her. It’s only whetting it, making it stronger.
    My eyes spring open when weight is added to my lap. She’s straddling me,
    rocking against me. My hands grip her hips pushing her back and forth, faster. Yvie’s hands pull at my hair, tilting my neck to the side. Her teeth graze my earlobe causing me to hiss. This is by far the most erotic out-of-body moment I’ve ever experienced.
    “Can I touch you?” I beg her with my voice. Her answer is to pinch my nipple,
    causing my cock to react even more. I slide the strap of her sport bra over her shoulder, pulling it down just below the most perfect set of breasts I have ever been graced with.
    The bra settles underneath, pulling them closer and leaving her tits on perfect display. Her right one is in my mouth, as my hand massages and tweaks her left. I alternate quickly, lapping and sucking her taut nipples.
    Yvie scoots back, cutting me off from having my fantasy play out. Every man has
    dreamt of having sex in a gym. I knew this was too good to be true. That is until she stands and shimmies out of her ballet shorts. She stands before me partially naked and perfect. I look into her eyes, shining and alight with passion. I stand and awkwardly try to remove my shorts and boxers as fast as possible. She walks toward me, pushing me back onto the bench. I swallow hard as my hands come into contact with her outstanding ass. I squeeze her gently, pulling her forward as her hand wraps around my rigid cock.
    I’m used to being in control when it comes to sex, but this woman is taking
    whatever it is that she needs from me, and I’m willing to give her everything if it means I get to experience her for a brief moment.
    Yvie straddles and guides me to where she needs me the most. Maybe this is what
    she needs, someone who can appreciate her magnificent body. If that’s the case, I can do this all night long.
    My eyes roll back and Yvie sits on me, enveloping me in her sweet-as-sin pussy.
    She places her hands on my chest, pushing me to lie back. I hiss as she moves up and down, using the weight bar for leverage. Her breasts bounce, asking me to hold them, and I do.
    I sit up, unable to take it anymore. I need to feel her body against mine, but she’s not having it. She leans back, placing her hands behind her on the bench, her flexibility paying off in spades. My eyes leave hers and travel