She raised her hands to his head, guiding him toward her softly parted lips. He accepted her offering with a long and leisurely kiss. Lips melding, teeth nipping, tongues tangling, he took his time, exploring every sweet inch of her mouth. She arched into him with little moans and sighs. He deepened the kiss, skirting his hands downward to grip her hips, molding them tightly to his.
He released her to unbutton her blouse. “He works his way down her body, nuzzling, nipping, and licking her. All of this excites both the stallion and the mare.” Kissing, licking, and softly biting her soft, sweet flesh, he worked down her body, taking his time to slowly peel away the rest of her clothes, down to her lacy white underthings. He slowly removed her panties and knelt to pay proper homage, delving into her with his tongue, teasing and tasting until his mind blurred with blinding lust. She tried to squirm away, but he held her hips firm, fingering and licking until she was shaking and panting.
He pulled away with a smirk. “By the time he’s done licking her, she’s ready for him to mount.”
“How?” she asked breathlessly.
“From behind. It’s the only way with horses.”
“Don’t some people like it that way as well?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied, wondering what she was getting at. “It’s particularly pleasurable for men.”
“Why?” she asked, reaching for his belt.
“Because men are visually stimulated. We like to watch. And some men are especially aroused by a woman’s ass.”
She arched a brow. “What about you, Keith? Do you like to watch?”
“I do. And I’ve always loved your ass. You have no idea what you do to me, Aiwattsi. I hope you know what you’re doing now. You’ve led my mind down a path that my body wants to follow.”
“I want whatever you want.” Her expression was an irresistible combination of innocence and seduction as she backed toward the bed. “I want you to show me what you want.”
He followed her with his eyes as he undressed, his gaze slowly devouring her—from the red-gold curls cascading down her shoulders and over her erect pink nipples, to her smooth pale belly, her golden nest, and then down her long, slender legs to her pale pink toenails and back up again. “Are you sure? I won’t be gentle,” he warned.
She eyed his erection and then replied, “I don’t want or need gentle. I want you, Keith.”
It was all he needed to hear. He shoved a hand into his pocket to retrieve his wallet and the lone condom he hoped was still there. His hands shook as he gloved himself.
“Turn around,” he commanded. “Spread your legs.”
Hardly giving her a chance to comply before grabbing her hips, he spun her around. Holding her hip with one hand, he glided the other between her legs. She clamped her thighs together on a hiss, trapping his hand in her sex. He shut his eyes on a groan as her hot, wet heat greeted his fingers.
“You’re very wet,” he murmured, his mouth playing on her shoulder.
“And you’re very hard,” she rasped, letting out a little moan as he pressed his erection against her ass while simultaneously stroking and caressing her clitoris.
“I’ve had a raging hard-on since you started this whole damned breeding discussion.”
“That was the idea,” she confessed with a giggle.
“I should punish you for that. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it.”
“Maybe you’ll beg first,” she rejoined, arching her back and teasing him with her ass.
He squeezed his lids shut on a groan. Holy shit. Maybe she was right.
“Keith? What happens once the stallion knows the mare is ready for him?”
“She spreads her legs and lifts her tail. Bed. Now,” he growled, throbbing with the need to penetrate. “I want you on your elbows and knees.”
She climbed up onto the mattress, presenting herself, ass raised. The vision of her pale round globes and glistening pink sex were almost more than he could take.
“Now what?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
“He mounts her by taking hold of the back of her neck with his teeth, and penetrates.” Sliding between her legs into liquid silk, he began rhythmically rocking his hips, coating himself in her sweet, wet heat. She let out a gasp as he simultaneously sank his teeth into her shoulder and pierced her. “Is this what you wanted?” he ground out, sweat beading his brow in his effort to hold back.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed, arching her back and taking him deeper.
Stifling a groan, he slowly withdrew and thrust again, hard and deep, Pleasure jolted through him like an arrow piercing his body. Setting a ruthless rhythm, he drove in and out, stretching and filling her while the echoes of softly slapping flesh melded with guttural grunts and reciprocal moans. Pouring everything into her, he slammed into her harder, faster as his balls tightened with explosive need.
“Now, Aiwattsi,” he growled.
She cried out as her body seized beneath his, her sheath clenching and quaking in spasms that stunned him with sensation. He threw his head back on a feral cry as she milked him to his release. Sweating and panting, Keith collapsed over her, his mind numb and his body spent.
Chapter 24
Miranda stirred against him with a contented purr and then suddenly froze. “Did you hear something?” A soft knock followed her question.