Far Out!

The Workout

[I'm sorry this ficis so filthy and over the top, but that's the way it came out?]

Sixty-three. Sixty-four. Sixty-five. Sixty-

Scarlet continued her crunches despite the sound of Herb's approaching footsteps. She was on her exercise mat in their private gym and was in a groove so good she didn't want to stop just yet.

He dropped to his knees behind her head. Not wanting to accidentally smack into him, she reclined on her back.

Planting his hands on either side of the mat, he smiled down at her. "Hey. How's it going?"

She grinned back, happy to see him and also because his upside down face looked comical. "Every muscle is on fire so I'd say it's going pretty swell."

"My little firebrand, how I love thee." He bent down, aiming for a kiss.

She turned her head aside. "I'm all sweaty."

"Well, that works out perfectly because your man is very...thirsty." He licked the side of her neck before she could stop him.

She yelp-laughed. "Herb, I love, you, but I'm in the middle of a set."

"And I'm not?" He grasped her left breast and then gave it a squeeze. "I'm exercising a pectoral right now."

"That's not—oh my." Her nipple strained beneath his palm as if desperate to escape the confines of her sports bra and exercise shirt.

"Come to think of it, my extrinsic muscles are a little rusty."

Her brows furrowed. "What the heck is a—"

Her words cut off as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. Gentle, but insistent. Huh. He kissed upside down as expertly as he did the usual way.

Sly devil! I'll give your extrinsic muscles a workout. She sucked on his tongue and nibbled his lips until he became audibly breathless.

A new kind of sweet torture began as he trailed soft kisses all over her face. "Didn't I tell you?" He brushed back a lock of her damp hair. "Your new trainer arrived. Me."

Her breath expelled in a warm rush as he nuzzled her earlobe. His hands became tentacles, stroking and fondling the exposed skin of her arms and legs. He peeled back her shirt and then pushed up her bra to release her breasts.

She giggled. "What kind of trainer has his way with his athlete?"

"The randy kind," he said, and then bent to take her pebbled nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

He sucked hard on one breast, then the other. Every one of his warm caresses left her writhing beneath his touch.

"Your pectorals are in excellent shape," he murmured. "But let's make sure I've covered every inch." He tongued her nipples again and then fondled her tits in more ways than she could count.

He rolled over onto his side but kept her pinned against him. Quick as lightning, he slid his hand down her shorts. "Oops, you missed a spot."

"That's not a musc—ohh...ahhh!"

She arched in ecstasy as his long, deft fingers probed her clit. She should have insisted on continuing her workout but instead spread her legs to give him more access. The divine ache from his intimate touch made her eyes roll back into her head. He molded the sensitive area until her clit turned stiff and swollen.

"Don't neglect your vaginal muscles," he growled into her ear.

She wanted to come, but she also wanted him inside her. "I need more training first, don't you think?"