After the session, the sexy widow Tiffany Chong stayed behind and was obviously dawdling to get some time with Kavan after the other students have left. Sabrina was watching from the small waiting area and pantry outside, narrowing her eyes at that woman striking a pose in front of Kavan. She knows very well what that sexy widow was up to. She herself had played that trick many times over.
The woman was standing close to Kavan and whispering to him while giggling. Sabrina curled her lips. How juvenile, she thought. To her surprise, Kavan laughed at something the woman said and even reached out to pat her back.
How dare he?!? He is touching her! She felt anger rise within her. This Tiffany woman has to go. She doesn't care that the woman is a client. No one can try to seduce her Kavan. He belongs to her! She was just thinking of storming in there to stake her claim when the woman's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, waved at Kavan and quickly left the studio.
"I'll see you at the next session!" She shouted as she hurried out. Sabrina could hear her answering her phone with a breathy "hello darling". So, it would appear the sexy widow has other men on the side too. That makes it easier for her. Kavan had switched off the lights in the studio and was just walking out of the studio. She hurried to his side.
"What was that about with that Tiffany woman?" She asked without preamble.
"She's my new client, she was asking about private sessions too," he told her casually.
What?!? Private sessions! She knows very well what it actually meant and no, yoga was not involved. It may involve various poses and sweating though.
"You're not gonna agree to that are you?" she asked shrilly.
Kavan looked at her, surprised by her tone.
"Why not? Why are you so bothered about that? It gives me some extra income," he told her.
She took a deep breath. How to tell him this? That Tiffany woman obviously wants to jump his bones. She doesn't want yoga sessions, she wants to do the nasty with him.
"It was obvious she doesn't only have yoga in mind," she told him. "You honestly can't tell me that you didn't notice the way she was looking at you? She obviously wants to get in your pants!"
He grinned in amusement at her indignation.
"Are you jealous by any chance?" he asked. Then he frowned. "So the private sessions you wanted was also a ruse?"
"Yes, it was a ruse. I really want you Kavan, no, I need you, I want to be with you," she said passionately, fluttering her eyelashes.
No harm admitting it now. She has already made it obvious and told him many times over how much she desired him. She went near him and leaned on him, brushing her breasts against his arm.
"We can make good magic together," she said huskily.
He visibly swallowed but didn't say anything. He looked tempted and didn't make any attempt to move away from her. That was a good sign.
"Just give us a chance…you won't regret it," she cajoled.
"You are still a married woman Sab. I can't, I don't want to be involved with a married woman," he said.
She is annoyed. How many times must she tell him that her marriage with Dashen is a farce?
"I already told you my marriage is a farce! It wasn't real and we weren't even sexual partners, not even once," she stressed.
"I just find it hard to believe…" he said.
"I am not lying! I've been honest to you since I confess to you about my real identity…what else do you need me to say to convince you?" she asked.
"I mean, look at you, who in their right mind could resist you?" he responded.
That silenced her. She was flabbergasted. Does this mean what she thought it meant? She seized it like you would seize a pot of gold before it disappeared.
"That's right! And you can have me," she breathed huskily. She embraced him and linked her hands behind his neck, staring up into his deep dark mesmerising eyes. His hands automatically went around her waist.
"I actually don't know what you want Sab…a one-night stand? A casual relationship? A boyfriend? What?" he asked her.
She doesn't know. She knows she wants him so badly, she doesn't want to waste a minute not kissing him, not touching him, not having sex with him like there's no tomorrow. She just want to be near him, skin to skin, joined together as one. So, instead of replying him, she kissed him. He didn't resist. His hands tightened on her waist and he returned the kiss.
He tasted so good. So sweet, so warm, so sexy. She delved deeper into his mouth and he returned the favour. Her heart has quickened and she is certain his too. She buried her hands in his thick glossy locks, pulling him closer to her and his hands have moved to cup her ass, pushing her close to him. She could feel him erect and hard underneath the thin material of his yoga sweat pants, pushing against her.
It looks like he is not immune to her after all. She rubbed herself against him and he moaned. Then he was pulling her top off and she pulling his top off. He cupped and caressed her breasts, bending to take her nipples in his silken hot mouth. She moaned and arched into him, her hands roaming his lean muscled body. Her hands went downwards and pushed his sweat pants down. Then she slid her hand inside his tight brief and closed around him. He was unclasping her bra and removing them and they frantically divested the rest of their clothing before coming together again, skin to skin.
They stood there and continued kissing, hands touching and caressing. They were panting heavily now. Soft moans filled the room as they touched and kissed and caressed each other. She was wrapping her hand around him, pushing and pulling and squeezing. He returned the favour, dipping his fingers into her, teasing her till she was wet and ready. She was on fire. Her every sense was tingling and her pulse was racing so fast, it felt like it was bursting. Desire was a hot blazing fire inside her, screaming for release. Every spot he touched and kissed left her panting, begging for more.
Then he was turning her around, pushing her into a downward dog position. He fingered her one last time, making sure she is moist and ready before positioning himself at her entrance.
"Are you sure about this…there's no turning back from this…" he murmured. She groaned and nodded.
"Yes, please, yesss," she moaned, wiggling her ass, urging him to take her right then.
Then, he was thrusting into her from behind. It was fast and furious. He was pumping into her and she was taking his every thrust, revelling in the feel of his large, thick rod buried deep inside her. The sensations were busting inside her, spreading and making her blood sing. The sound of their sweat-slick bodies smacking against each other mingled with their moans. He was now thrusting so deep inside her, she was nearing the edge. She lowered her hands to rest on her elbows and in one smooth movement, lifted both legs to wrap around him. He groaned at the movement as it gave him more room to thrust deeply into her. He gripped her hips even tighter and pushed even harder into her. This position gave him a deeper access to her, rubbing against her G Spot, and the more he pounded into her, the closer she got to her release. In a few more hard thrust and she was over the edge, screaming loudly and her passage pulsing around him. He groaned as she bucked under him.
He quickly withdrew and turned her around. Then he hoisted her up and drove into her as she straddled him and wrapped her legs around his hips. He walked them to the wall and balanced her back against the wall. Then he was thrusting into her again. Her breasts were pressed against his chest as he pounded into her again and again. Their groans continued to fill the room. The pressure was building up within her again as he continued to pound into her, her breasts rubbing against his chest and he took her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking his thrusting movements. She was drowning again in the waves of pleasure hitting her and just as he broke the kiss and suck lightly on her neck, she crashed over and was quivering violently against him. She screamed in ecstasy, holding on to him, scratching his back, and then he was also climaxing, grunting gutturally, thrusting a few more times as he emptied deep into her. He leaned on her against the wall, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies slick and sweaty, still joined at the hips. He kissed her gently and then slowly released her, letting her down as he withdraw his softening member from her. He was still leaning on her, his arms went up to hug her close to him. Their naked sweat bodies so close together it was as if they were fused together. Skin to skin.
"That was…" he murmured before releasing a shaky breath.
"Amazing," she continued for him. She rested her head on his chest.
Sabrina now knew she is in deep trouble. It was not lust that she had for Kavan. He is her perfect human match. And their fast and hard lovemaking earlier could very well get her pregnant.