Nothing But Thieves Imagines (Mature Content)

Goddess Pose - Phil

MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY

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"You sure you want to? I didn't think it was really your thing."

"Yeah, I'm curious, and I know you love it. So I want to try it."

You locked the door to your flat behind you and beamed up at Phil. He leaned down to place a quick, warm kiss on your lips before you both started down the stairs.

It was just like this big softy to come with you to your yoga class, merely because he wanted to do things with you. He'd been so tense lately from rehearsals and recording for the new material, so on a whim you joked he should come to your yoga class.

And now here you were, entering the yoga studio and showing him where to place his mat.

You stifled a giggle. He looked like a fish out of water, with his black muscle shirt and sleeve tattoo, among all these women in their high-end yoga gear.

But of course he didn't notice. He just smiled at you, that gorgeous sunshine smile, and set his mat up behind yours.

"Make sure you can see the teacher, so you can get the poses right," you said absently as you rolled out your mat.

"Eh, I figure I'll just watch you."

Phil's eyes were teasing, and he reached around to smack you lightly on the bottom. You fixed him with a warning look, then sat cross-legged on your mat.

Poor Phil's big body and tight hamstrings just weren't used to this kind of bending. Even before you'd finished the first sun salutation, you could sense him struggling. But he carried on happily, moving from forward bending, to downward-facing dog, to lunges, not caring if he couldn't balance or fell out of a pose.

He kept looking over at you and grinning, and you couldn't help but grin back. What a good sport he was.

When the class moved into cat/cow pose, you positioned yourself on all fours and began your breathing, rounding your spine, then inverting it, in time with your breath. You wondered how Phil was getting on, and turned.

The grin and giggles were gone. His eyes were sliding up over your body, watching entranced as the curves of your hips moved up and down in a slow, fluid motion.

Finally his gaze reached yours, and you quickly tore your eyes away, gulping.

You knew that look. The fire burning deep behind those dark eyes. It was usually reserved only for the bedroom, and only for late at night.

You dared not look back at him, but you could feel him watching as you moved through the poses. A heat started to rise in you, the knowledge of him watching, wanting, spurring you on to stretch just a little farther, bend just a little deeper into each stretch.

When the class finally ended, you peered over at him, a smirk on your lips, as he hastily rolled up his mat, pulling his t-shirt down over his shorts.

"How'd you do, babe? Was I a good model?" Your voice had a rasp to it, one that you could have sworn was unintentional.

He crowded you from behind, urging you toward the door.

"We need to get out of here. Now," he growled.

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The door had barely swung shut behind you before Phil had you up against the wall of your flat, pinning your arms above your head and crushing his mouth onto yours in a desperate, feverish kiss.

You whimpered in yearning, loving his large body pressed hard against your own. His tongue pressed into your mouth, insistent, and you savored the wet firmness of his lips against yours.

He kept your wrists pinned with one hand while the other snaked down around your waist, pulling you tightly toward him, and his mouth traveled across your jaw. You sucked in a tight breath as his tongue found your earlobe.

"Babe, I'm all sweaty," you teased.

"Don't fucking care." His growl sent rockets of lust down your spine. "You have any idea what you did to me back there?"

You smiled, pressing your cheek against his as his teeth scraped at your ear.

"Mmm, tell me, baby," you purred, loving this feeling of being at his mercy, trapped against the wall, ready for him to do anything he wanted to you.

He groaned at your words and crouched slightly to press his thigh between yours. You sucked in a hot breath and he freed your arms, allowing them to loop around his neck.

"Made me want to tear off these clothes, touch you right where you love it," he continued, as one palm came up to your chest  and the other slid between your legs, caressing softly through your spandex.

"...oh god, Phil," you breathed, your face buried in his shoulder as he touched you, making your eyes roll back in your head.

"Made me want to get you under me."  He pulled back to look at you, his eyes searing. "Where I can look right in your eyes and fuck you so hard, just how you like it."

Fucking hell. Just his words made you about ready to explode as you whined, breathless, and ground your body into his desperately. He grabbed you under the thighs, easily lifting you up and striding quickly toward the bedroom.

You crushed your lips onto his as he walked, and your body sparked when he threw you down onto the bed. You wiggled out of your pants and he pulled off his shirt, exposing his gorgeous tattoos.

"You're so fucking sexy," you murmured, as you went for his shorts, stripping them down and releasing him from where he'd been straining against the fabric.

He tore your shirt and bra from you, and his mouth came down on your chest, making you arch up off the bed in ecstasy. His hand snaked down between your legs, and he gasped against your skin as he reached his target, his fingers moving in rapid, messy circles.

"So ready for me, aren't you, sweetheart..."

"Yes, please, Phil, please..."

Your breathy begging in his ear was too much, and he sucked in a long breath as he rose up above you and lined up, looking at you for a final confirmation. You nodded, expecting him to plunge quickly into you.

But he paused. The intensity in his eyes seared into yours, and the silence filled your ears as you gazed at this amazing man.

"I love you so fucking much," he said, his voice cracking.

"I love you, Phil," you replied through your smile.

He drove into you harder than you could ever remember, sending a shock of lightning through your core. There was no slow build up: it was fast and frantic, Phil's manic thrusts and animalistic grunts driving you wild as you rose higher and higher.

It was only a matter of moments before you were screaming his name, bucking against him as the most intense orgasm washed over you in wave after wave.

He pressed his body against yours, your peak pushing him over his own, and he let out a final growl as he came, twitching against you as he rode out the aftershocks.

He collapsed on top of you, steadying himself with his elbows while he placed breathless kisses up and down your cheeks.

"You are a fucking goddess," he whispered, and you squeezed him tight.

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