Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... seconds more, it almost seemed like he could see the ease settling within her and a warm glow appearing on her light, creamy skin. His instincts told him to scoff, shrug her damn breathing exercise off and stomp out of the studio. He shifted his jaw and thought about it for a moment, snorting once. She didn’t flinch. Finally, he took one long, deep breath, and closed his eyes. Jenna felt the calm returning to the room. Her eyes drifted open. She smiled again when she saw the brute sitting there across from her, breathing as naturally as a sleeping infant... well, perhaps an infant bull. “Keep breathing,” she said, her voice a caress. “Imagine your space. Make it only as big as you need it to be, not tight but snug. Fall into it.” Tyrone lost his sense of time while sitting there. He felt a tingling sensation, like strands of energy threading through the pores of his skin. Jenna’s voice echoed in his head. Even with his eyes shut, he could feel her there in front of him. Finally, he opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that his face felt tension free. That sensation trickled down right to his toes. “Nice position,” Jenna said. Tyrone looked past her into the studio mirrors. At some point, he somehow had settled his body into a poised, cross-legged position. He was in no way close to the pretzel configuration Jenna had wrapped her legs in, but he definitely felt the ease in his core as his knees rested towards the floor. She nodded her head, rolled up onto her ...

... feet, and walked over to her towel and water. Tyrone watched her with piqued curiosity. There was little wasted movement her actions, one fluidly leading to the next. Regarding her closely, he took a moment to admire how attractive she actually was with her enticing, blended Asian features. There was a fresh, quiet spirit cascading behind her honey-toned skin. He finally stood up. “You do this every week?” Patting her cheek with the towel, Jenna replied, "Yes, every Wednesday evening. Want to join us?” Caught off guard by her invitation, he measured her quickly for any trepidation. She looked back at him patiently awaiting a reply. “Yeah,” he said, bobbing his head, “sure. I think I can do this.” Jenna chuckled, “I’m sure you can do this. You’re obviously in good shape. I also know that you can be very determined when you want something.” He cocked his head back, narrowing an eye on her. “Yeah? Because you know who I am?” he asked knowing full well his notoriety in the company preceded him. She smiled. “Because I can tell by observation.” Tyrone paused. Not the answer he had been expecting. He grinned and nodded. Jenna shrugged her shoulders. “ And I know who you are.” He crossed his arms and waited. “The Bull.” Tyrone frowned. Few ever referenced his nickname to his face. “Oh? You know my rep, then?” “I’ve heard you go after what you want like a beast,” Jenna replied as she bent down to gather the rest of her things. Watching her, Tyrone had a renewed appreciation for how good ...