Clothes were tossed to the side, and he didn’t look where they fell. He made sure she was completely bare, and she did the same with him, lowering his breeches past his hips. His length stood to attention, hard, and in longing, only for her.
When they kissed, that length was pressed against her stomach and she moaned into his lips, as if the feel of it thrilled her all the more.
“Tonight, show me whatIcan do foryou,” she whispered, drawing back breathlessly from the kiss.
“No. These nights are for you,” he insisted, kissing down her neck. “I want you to know every pleasure possible.”
“And it would bring me pleasure to see what I can do for you...” She smiled with confidence as she stood tall, and he lifted his lips from her neck. “Please, Seth. Show me what to do.”
Seth inhaled a shuddery breath. His whole body was tight now with the want of her. There was something he could show her, some way that she could pleasure him, but he would only do it if he could do it for her at the same time.
He ushered her toward the bed and shifted the covers, laying her down on her back. He trailed kisses across her breasts and her navel, down to her hips, then lifted her legs. She writhed, moaning his name, before he hovered his fingers outside of her, seconds from entering her.
“Seth…” she moaned, tipping her head back as her hands curled around his biceps. He gently took one of those hands and glided it to his hip first, and then to his length. She gasped, her lips parting, as he showed her what to do, moving her hand in tune with his.
The moment he released her and allowed her to do it herself, she seemed to have a good instinct for what he desired. She gripped him that touch harder, and he was lost to her pleasure. Holding himself above her, he pressed his fingers into her and pleasured her as she did him.
The way they rocked their bodies together, imitating what they could be doing, was scintillating to him. Watching her small hand too as she thrilled him, was enough to drive him near his edge.
He wanted it to last… to keep pleasuring her in different positions, but the acquisition of finally having her touching him was pushing him far and fast.
“God, Charity,” he murmured softly.
You’re mine.
He thought possessively, plunging his fingers inside of her and driving her to such a fast rhythm that her legs shuddered around his hips. When she came, her body bucking against his own, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer too. With her hand moving over him, he spilled himself into the sheets, arching his body enough so that he didn’t get it on her, but on the bed instead.
With great gasping breaths, they came down together, reaching out to wrap their arms around one another.
“Say you’re mine, Charity,” he whispered, needing her assurance once again.
“I’m yours,” she promised, moving herself up and over him, kissing him once more.
He tipped his head back and gripped her hard, having every intention of driving her to another climax again. Satiating the both of them all the way through the night.
CHAPTER 17
“Are you ready?” Seth’s voice was close in Charity’s ear. She nodded, her excitement making her hands quiver.
“Show me what to do.”
“Devil take me, but don’t say things like that.” He chuckled under his breath. “You make me think of something else other than horse riding, Cherry.”
“I rather like it when you call me that.Cherry,” she giggled.
“Oh, you may not see it, but your cheeks turn a lovely cherry whenever you try to display a serious countenance. It is quite adorable.”
Charity smiled at him, feeling as he directed one of her hands to the reins of the horse. Her fingers closed around the leather as his palms reached for her waist.
“One, two…. three.” He lifted her into the air effortlessly, and she spun into the saddle, sitting with her right leg lifting around the pommel. She sat very still for a minute or two, feeling the horse beneath her who now snuffled softly. “There, you are ready to ride now.”
“What’s his name?” Charity asked, reaching through the reins to the horse’s mane and neck. She patted him warmly, and he snuffled once again.
“Tomas,” Seth answered her swiftly. “The bravest steed in the Axfordshire stables. He is never spooked by Rufus and Shelby too. I know I can trust him to take care of you.”
As if recognizing their names on their master’s tongue, two barks followed these words, sounding from the edge of the lawn.
Charity laughed and caressed the horse’s mane once again.
