Blinking, Anthony took a moment to sort what she’d said before he straightened. He couldn’t decide whether to send up a prayer of thanks to the gods or laugh out loud.
He decided on the prayer.
“You’re sure?” he replied, leaning over to smooth the chemise up her body as she moved to sit up. “Because I don’t want to hear a complaint from you tomorrow that I took advantage,” he warned in a teasing voice.
“And I don’t want to hear that I was fast,” she countered.
Anthony furrowed a brow. “My lips are sealed. Although, might I say I am not at all bothered that you seem to be on this night.” He pulled the chemise over her head and stared.
He couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous, her skin rosy in all the right places. Her breasts the perfect shape for holding and kissing, her dusky nipples engorged and ready for suckling.
“Tony,” she said in a warning voice.
Tony?Anthony swallowed. “Yes?”
Dahlia crossed her arms. Doing so didn’t hide her charms in the very least but merely enhanced them. Apparently, she was unaware of what her nakedness did to him. For him.
“Do you like being called Tony?” She slowly uncrossed her arms and leaned back on them, her head dropping to one shoulder.
He blinked. “No one has ever called me that before,” he replied. “But I rather like it.” His brows furrowed. “Is that my... horse name?”
Dahlia tittered. “Would you like it to be? Tony the pony?” She giggled.
Inhaling as his eyes darkened, Anthony nodded. “Allow me to finish preparing my rider, and you can call me anything you want.” He climbed onto the bed from the end of it, his hands sliding up her stockinged legs.
She jerked slightly at his touch, almost resisting how he attempted to spread her knees apart, but when his lips followed his hands to end up between her thighs, she gave up and allowed her knees to fall open completely.
“Oh!” She inhaled sharply as his tongue caressed her womanhood. Inhaled again when he repeated the move, trying hard not to let out another ‘oh.’
She thought of other vowels she might use instead, but nothing sounded right. When his lips suckled on her most private place, she hissed a “yes” followed by another “yes,” relieved when he finally moved his attentions to her belly and breasts and then fell onto his back in the middle of the bed.
He glanced over at her. “Are you all right?”
Her breathing having settled into a more normal rhythm, Dahlia nodded in the pillows. “I think so.”
“Are you ready to go for a ride?”
She nodded again. “How do I do it?”
“Up on your knees. Face me. You won’t need a mounting block,” he added as she gingerly followed his instructions.
She straddled him, although she was careful to avoid touching his manhood—at first. “Is this the pommel?” she asked as she gripped it.
Anthony nearly sat up as he let out an “oomph.” “Careful, my sweet. You’ll have me coming before you’ve even left the stables,” he warned.
But Dahlia’s attention was on his manhood, one hand holding it while a finger caressed the silken skin. “It’s so soft,” she whispered.
Clearing his throat, Anthony said, “Hardly.”
She glanced up and saw his look of offense. “Soft and hard,” she amended. “So smooth. It feels like my velvet riding habit.”
When he didn’t respond with anything other than a guttural agreement, she slid her thumb over the top of it and watched as a clear bead of moisture formed. “Oh,” she murmured, once again passing her thumb over the top.
“I really need you to mount me,” Anthony whispered, as if he were in pain.
“I’m supposed to sit... onthis?”
He nodded, hoping she wasn’t going to change her mind.
