14-06-2025, 05:00 AM
The Reach – Warrior II with Partner Assistance
They stood now, the shift from grounded to vertical charged with new energy.
Meghana circled him slowly, eyes scanning his form.
Her touch was no longer clinical—it lingered, slid, appreciated.
“Let’s go wide,” she said, stepping into a mirrored lunge. “Warrior II.”
Their feet grounded into the mat, knees bent, arms stretched in opposite directions.
She moved behind him, guiding his arm into the right line, adjusting his wrist with a featherlight touch that sent a ripple of heat down his spine.
“Sink deeper,” she urged, hands steady on his hips.
He obeyed, feeling her adjust his posture with a sensual precision—every correction a caress in disguise.
Her thigh brushed his.
She stood close behind, and the press of her body against his made concentration nearly impossible.
He tried to focus—on form, on breath.
But she was too close, too warm, too intentional.
“Open through the chest,” she whispered, sliding a hand down the center of his back. “There’s power in vulnerability.”
He almost laughed, but it came out as a breath.
When she stepped to face him, they mirrored the pose again. Her gaze caught his, steady and fierce.
Their fingertips hovered just inches apart. Their arms stretched toward each other, unwavering. Her voice lowered: “Hold.”
He held. Not just the pose—but the moment.
They stood now, the shift from grounded to vertical charged with new energy.
Meghana circled him slowly, eyes scanning his form.
Her touch was no longer clinical—it lingered, slid, appreciated.
“Let’s go wide,” she said, stepping into a mirrored lunge. “Warrior II.”
Their feet grounded into the mat, knees bent, arms stretched in opposite directions.
She moved behind him, guiding his arm into the right line, adjusting his wrist with a featherlight touch that sent a ripple of heat down his spine.
“Sink deeper,” she urged, hands steady on his hips.
He obeyed, feeling her adjust his posture with a sensual precision—every correction a caress in disguise.
Her thigh brushed his.
She stood close behind, and the press of her body against his made concentration nearly impossible.
He tried to focus—on form, on breath.
But she was too close, too warm, too intentional.
“Open through the chest,” she whispered, sliding a hand down the center of his back. “There’s power in vulnerability.”
He almost laughed, but it came out as a breath.
When she stepped to face him, they mirrored the pose again. Her gaze caught his, steady and fierce.
Their fingertips hovered just inches apart. Their arms stretched toward each other, unwavering. Her voice lowered: “Hold.”
He held. Not just the pose—but the moment.
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