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Jessica’s leg was asleep, but the rest of her was awoken by her full bladder at dawn. It took her a moment to orient herself. She was accustomed to having Sed beside her, but everything else was unfamiliar. After coming inside in the middle of the night, they’d fallen asleep in the comfortable bed side by side, but now she was propped up on a pile of pillows and Sed’s head was resting in her lap. She stroked his hair and recalled he’d had another nightmare about his dad. He’d been having them recurrently since his father passed and had a hard time falling back to sleep unless she held him and helped him relax. He was sleeping soundly now. She considered not moving for a while longer so she wouldn’t disturb him, but her bladder had other ideas. Jessica carefully shifted his head off her thigh and onto a hastily substituted pillow and hobbled to the bathroom, her entire leg tingling painfully as blood flow returned to her flesh.
Sed was still sleeping—looking like he hadn’t moved an inch—when she returned to the bedroom, and she thought about crawling back in bed beside him, but the sunrise was calling to her from outside the French doors, and the patch of grass beyond the patio looked incredibly inviting. Her muscles begged for a deep stretch, her soul cried out to connect with the outdoors, and her skin craved the brush of the morning breeze.
Naked yoga on the lawn at dawn? Yes, please.
She opened the patio doors and left them open, allowing briny morning air to flood the bedroom. The smooth surface of the patio blocks was cool beneath her feet, and she sighed in bliss when her toes curled into the cushion of soft grass just beyond.
She began her practice with a sun salutation—bending forward to touch the grass, reaching up to touch the sky, extending and folding and breathing. The breathing was the most important part. It connected the inside of her body to the outside world. This was liberating. This was ecstasy. This was yoga.
A scraping sound behind her made her instinctively cover her bare breasts as she spun around.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” her sleep-tousled husband said from the lounge chair he’d pulled out of the shadows and into the early morning sunshine.
She smiled and returned to her vinyasa feeling an added connection to the man observing. When she reached the end of the repeated sequence of poses, she settled on her shins, curled into a tight ball, and extended her arms out in front of her. Child’s pose always delivered an amazing stretch through her hips and lower back, but this morning it offered a little something extra. The grass beneath her teased her nipples. It felt a little kinky, but she liked it.
“I’ve never been jealous of a yard before,” her audience said from his chair.
“It is taking a few liberties with my body.” She rose up onto her hands and knees, knowing that Sed had an unfettered view of her backside and what was usually hidden between her legs as she alternately arched her spine up like a cat and swayed her back low like a cow.
“Are you imagining me inside you while you do that?” he asked.
Well, she hadn’t been, but now that he mentioned it, her thoughts shifted in that direction. “Not sure what that would feel like. Why don’t you show me?”
“Are you sure you want me to interrupt your practice?”
She peeked over her shoulder and found him lounging with his huge cock in his hand. She licked her lips and forced her attention from the sexy sight of his nakedness to the grass between her hands. “I suppose not,” she said, loving to tease him until he lost control. She lifted her hips into the air and flowed into downward-facing dog. Soon after they’d first reconnected in Las Vegas, Sed had claimed the pose would be better named as upward-facing pussy.
“I know what that one feels like when I’m inside you,” he said.
She lifted one foot from the grass and high into the air and then modified her three-legged dog by bending her knee and touching her toes to the back of her head. She moaned in pleasure at the opening of her chest and abdomen as the muscles stretched at her command. She wasn’t sure why the entire world wasn’t populated with nothing but yogis. Yoga was her favorite form of exercise, relaxation, and stress relief. Well, it was a close second to sex with Sed. And whenever she could combine the two passions, she always ended up beyond satisfied.
She lifted her hand from the grass and flipped over so that she was arched belly up in a full backbend. The world appeared upside down, and she closed her eyes to allow a deeper reflection on what her body was experiencing. She adjusted her pose to alleviate tension in one shoulder. With each inward breath, she lifted her ribs a centimeter higher, and with each outward breath, she arched her back a bit more.
“Impressive.”
Sed’s voice came from nearby. Which meant he must have vacated his chair.
She opened her eyes and lifted her head enough to see him standing less than a foot away from her spread knees. Her legs weren’t far enough apart for him to shift between them, but with the careful adjustment of one foot and then the other, he had all the room he needed to take her if he stepped forward. He understood her repositioning as the invitation she’d meant it to be and reached out to slide a finger along her seam. Her belly quivered, and her limbs trembled as his finger moved from clit to pussy to ass and then took the reverse trip. She focused on holding her backbend.
“I always feel like I’m intruding on something sacred when I interrupt you like this,” he said.
His finger slipped inside her, and she gave it a friendly squeeze of welcome before inching her feet a little wider. “If I didn’t like it, I’d tell you to stop bothering me.” She tightened again before adding, “And that finger of yours makes my body more like a sacred temple than any yoga pose.”
“Always happy to contribute.” His thumb brushed against the hood of her clit, and a jolt of pleasure shook her. His finger slid deeper.
She groaned.
“You’re not just bendy,” he said, slowly stroking inside her and rubbing her clit at the same time. “You have to be incredibly strong to hold a pose like that for so long.”
“I’m feeling a bit weak in the knees at the moment.” Her legs trembled to punctuate her claim.
“Would it help if I supported your back?” he asked, sliding his finger free and shifting both hands to brace her lower back.
The head of his cock nudged her opening, and she shuddered.
“Nope,” he said. “That makes you shake more, not less.”
She laughed softly. “It’s not your back support that’s making me shake. It’s that teasing cock of yours.”
“This one?” He shifted his hips in all directions until he managed to penetrate her slightly.
“Yes, that’s the one.” She braced one hand firmly on the ground and lifted her other to reach between her legs and guide his cock deeper.
“Thanks for that,” he said. “We do make a great team.”
She placed her hand on the ground again and held her backbend as he began to thrust. Her toes curled into the grass as blood pooled in her head and made her dizzy. She had the strangest sensation of spinning above the ground completely disoriented as he found a slow and steady rhythm. When her arms could no longer support her, she sank slowly to the grass, groaning in disappointment when Sed’s cock slid free of her body.
“That felt good,” he said, staring down at her with a smile on his lips. “Show me what else you can do.”
“I’ve been working on camel pose,” she said. “I’m not sure if I can do it with you inside me.”
“Camels are known for their impressive humps.”
She snorted. “Well, let’s see how impressive my humping is in camel pose, then.” She was guessing not very impressive at all. “Lie on your back.”
He didn’t hesitate to follow instructions. “The grass tickles.”
She grinned. “You should feel it on your nipples.”
“Maybe later.”
She straddled him and could already tell that the pose wouldn’t go well.
“Usually my knees are closer together,” she said, lodging them as close to his hips as she could manage. She scooted up his body until she could slide his cock inside her and began to bend backwards.
“Without a man between my legs, I can almost get my head to my feet,” she said.
“You can bend backwards like that and put your head on your feet?”
“Almost.”
But this wasn’t working the way she’d envisioned. Maybe there were some two-person yoga moves they could work on together. She doubted they’d find many penetration poses, however. They’d just have to keep being inventive.
“Maybe mermaid pose instead.”
She sat upright and hooked one ankle in the crook of her elbow and stretched her opposite hand overhead to grasp her wrist. Sed’s eyes widened.
“Ow.”
She dropped her leg. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I was saying ow on your behalf. Are there any poses where you just lie there?” he asked.
“Like savasana? You lie flat on your back and completely surrender to the ground.”
“That sounds nice and missionary,” he said.
“It’s also called corpse pose.”
He cringed in horror.
She laughed. “Am I scaring you?”
“I don’t want to fuck a corpse, no, or a camel for that matter. Aren’t you worried you’ll break something with all those twists and bends?”
“I can feel my limits,” she said. “I can’t, however, move when I’m contorted.” She tried to think of a pose that would open her up to him. “We could try happy baby pose.”
His eyebrows drew together. “We’ve got to come up with sexier names for these things.”
She laughed and leaned over to kiss him. “That’s a plan. And we have all day to experiment.”
“We could just call them all Jessica pose,” he said.
“That’s not very descriptive. How will you be able to request the poses you like?”
“I like everything you do to me.”
She understood that sentiment perfectly. “Then prepare yourself for Jessica pose.”
“I’m always prepared for Jessica.”
*~*~*
Neither of them bothered to put on clothes until it was almost dark and they ventured out of the house for dinner. Since the restaurant was only a mile away, and directly on the beach that their rental house overlooked, they decided to walk. Normally when they engaged in marathon sex, Jessica’s legs tired and her hips ached, but she’d done so much bending and stretching while they’d tried out various poses that her entire body felt sensational. She couldn’t stop smiling and neither could Sed. They’d both enjoyed happy baby pose and had the perma-grins to prove it.
They held hands as they strolled along the water’s edge, watching a few diehards relax in the sand and play in the surf. Almost everyone had already packed up for the day, so the usual daytime crowds had diminished. Jessica didn’t mind getting out for a little while, but she was so enjoying her alone time with Sed. When they were holed up in their rented oasis, she had Sed all to herself. On the beach and in public places, she never knew if someone would recognize him as the talented lead singer of Sinners and hound him for autographs and photos. Or worse, rip off his shirt in a frenzy of excitement. He went through more shirts that way.
“Tomorrow we should stay in and try cooking dinner ourselves,” she said, eyeing the young woman who had stopped walking up the beach to stare at Sed. Maybe it was because he was gorgeous. Or maybe she was one of his innumerable fangirls. Either way, Jessica didn’t feel much like sharing him.
He laughed. “I better get my fill at dinner tonight, then. Your cooking is atrocious, sweetheart.”
Atrocious was a bit harsh. Sed didn’t cook much either, and now that Jessica was pregnant, she suddenly wanted to learn to cook. She dreamed of being the kind of mother who made her family delicious and healthy homecooked meals every night after she’d delivered her daily dose of justice in the courtroom. Unlike Sed, Jessica had never been treated to homecooked meals growing up and felt that she’d missed out on important family connections because of that. Jessica would probably never have a good relationship with her mother, and that idea fueled her desire to be the best mom she could be. Jessica’s children would never wonder if they were good enough or loved.
“If we work together, I think we can pull it off,” she said.
“Together, we can do anything.” He nodded resolutely. “Even cook.”
She laughed—happiness bubbling up inside her—and leaned against his shoulder. “Today has been perfect. I treasure every moment I spend with you.”
“Isn’t the honeymoon phase spectacular? Before you know it, you’ll be yelling at me about putting my socks in the hamper and telling me not to drink out of the milk carton.”
She wouldn’t do that, she thought, but then she grinned. She would totally do that. “We should both enjoy this honeymoon phase while it lasts.”
“I say we shoot for a thirty-year-long honeymoon.”
“Let’s make it sixty. By then I won’t remember where you’re supposed to put your socks.”
“Oh my God, it is you!” a shrill voice carried across the sand.
Sed staggered sideways, losing his grip on Jessica’s hand, as a nearly nude body careened into him.
“I love you. I love Sinners. I love you. I love Sinners.” Sed’s attacker squealed and squeezed him until Jessica feared his eyes would pop out. “I can’t believe it’s really you. Will you sing for me, Sed? Please. I’d die happy today if you sang even one word.”
Sed took the fangirling good-naturedly, carefully working his body out of the exuberant hold the young woman in the tiny bikini had wrapped around his midsection. Sed opened his mouth and let out a tremendous battle cry—Jessica recognized it as the one that headed “Let Go,” a lesser-known song on Sinners’ new album. When he started to sing, she wondered if he’d written the lyrics for just this kind of occasion.
“Let go! Let go! What is your price? My suffering? Let go! Let go! Is it your fate to smother me?”
The woman, unfortunately, did not let go. She tangled her fingers in his T-shirt, and Jessica cringed.
“Hey,” Jessica said, wrapping a hand around the woman’s wrist. “You’re going to hurt him.”
Jessica knew well that he was used to this kind of thing, and he never complained, but then he’d never been married to her, and she wasn’t having it.
“Don’t touch me, bitch!” the fangirl snapped, her gray eyes burning with anger.
“You don’t touch him,” Jessica said, then added, “Bitch!”
“Ladies, ladies,” Sed said calmly. “You don’t have to fight over me.”
Jessica begged to differ. “I said get your goddamned hands off of him.” She wrapped both arms around the woman’s waist and tried yanking her off, but the fangirl dug her heels into the sand and refused to budge.
“What are you?” the woman screeched. “His mother?”
His mother? Jessica released her hold to blink at her. “I’m his wife.”
Fangirl’s face fell, and she looked up at Sed. Tears pooled in her eyes. “You got married?” She sobbed. “But you were supposed to marry me!”
“If only I’d met you first.” Sed patted her head, and Jessica had the urge to rip out every strand of hair his hand touched in that small conciliatory gesture. “If you let go, I’ll give you something.”
“A kiss?” Fangirl said hopefully.
Only if he wants his lips ripped off his face. Jessica crossed her arms over her chest and let him dig himself either out of or deeper into the hole he was in.
“Not a kiss.”
Jessica was glad he was digging himself out, not further in.
The woman’s arms loosened, and she took a half step away. “Then what?”
Sed pulled his wallet out of his pocket and fished out a bill. He handed her a dollar.
The disappointment on the woman’s face was priceless. Jessica pursed her lips so she didn’t burst into laughter.
“A dollar?” the woman said breathlessly. “I pledge my undying love for you and your stupid band, and you give me a dollar?”
“A five?” Sed pulled out a larger bill.
“I want your shirt,” she said. “And a kiss.”
“No kiss.” But the fool peeled his shirt off and handed it to her.
Let the hole digging begin, Jessica thought.
Fangirl lifted the shirt to her nose and inhaled. God, why did they always do that? The woman’s eyes rolled back, and she swayed. Sed caught her by the shoulders to steady her.
Mighty deep hole you’re digging there, sweetheart.
Before he could react to stop her, the fangirl kissed his chest—directly in the center of the lion tattoo that decorated his skin—and then dashed away, his shirt clutched against her body. Jessica started after her, but Sed caught her arm and shook his head sternly.
“I still love you,” Fangirl called, kicking up sand as she jogged backwards down the beach. “Hope you get divorced soon!”
“How nice,” Jessica said under her breath.
Sed wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her against his side. “How do you feel about eating in tonight?”
“And avoid meeting more of your delightful fangirls?”
“Exactly.”
“You read my mind.”