Ravishing Rapunzel (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales, #6)(25)

He shrugged. “We’ll make do with a substitution.” He lay down on the bed, Rapunzel next to him. “I’ll be your stallion for the moment,” he said with a wink.

Rapunzel grinned as she caught on. “Oh, will you?” she asked. “So, what is your name, stallion?”

“Must a stallion have a name?”

Rapunzel nodded as she climbed on top of him, her pelvis over his muscled abdomen. She could feel his rod thicken beneath her, and she watched the look of lust in his eyes. “In every story book I’ve read, the horses have names.”

He placed his hands on each of her arms and gently slid her off of him and back onto the bed. She felt a rush of disappointment. “Don’t frown,” he said. “We’ll get to that, but you’ve violated the first rule of horse riding. You never mount the steed without talking to it first. We’re wild beasts. We’ll buck you if we’re not ready.”

“Ah,” Rapunzel said, a lascivious smile on her lips. “Well, what if I’d liked to be bucked?”

That adorable dimple poked through with his grin. “I wouldn’t recommend bucking as the first move, though I could see how you might like that.”

She giggled. “Maybe,” she said, as she pressed her palm on his chest and gently circled his hairy pecs with her fingers. “In one book I read, the lady would rub her horse down — though that might have been after the ride. Is it before or after?”

Both her hands now smoothed over his chest. The bare manliness of it sparked the flames of desire in her. She licked her lips in anticipation of the sport they were about to play.

“This stallion likes it before,” he said. “So, the first rule is to prepare your horse. Sweet talk him, tell him how you plan to ride him, before you mount.”

She leaned forward, her bosoms brushing against his chest as her hands worked on his shoulders, rubbing smoothly, firmly, a gentle massage. “Oh, dear Bradyn,” she said, then paused. “I don’t know … Bradyn feels too manly for a steed. Surely you have a horse name to tell me.”

Bradyn shook his head. “You don’t care for Bradyn?”

“For a man, yes,” Rapunzel said. “But for a horse? I don’t know. In books, they’re named things like Buttercup, Princess, Aragon or Duke.”

“I see,” he said. “Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin your notion of horses, even though I’ve met many a horse with such mundane names as Jack.” Her fingertips traced the line of his neck and he made a soft moan of pleasure, before muttering, “Prince. My horse name is Prince.”

“Oh,” she said, her voice an octave higher in delight. “Prince is a lovely name. And once I know my horse’s name, I just talk to him?”

Bradyn nodded.

“Prince, my name is Rapunzel, and I’m a sheltered maiden. I don’t get out much, but today, I’m getting special privileges. Do you know what privileges are, Prince?”

“I can’t say that I do. I’m just a dumb horse.”

Rapunzel chuckled. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Prince,” she said, her hands gliding over his rugged body. “I’m sure you’re a very smart stallion. You showed up here today, and my plan is to ride you. But just because I don’t get out much doesn’t mean you should take it easy on me. It means the exact opposite. I want to ride, really ride, today. Long, fast, hard, a thrilling ride where you push the limits. I want to experience everything you have to offer. Because I don't get out much, I want it to be memorable.” She leaned in kissed Bradyn’s lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth, enjoying the warmth of his succulent lips as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her heart was already beating at an uneven thunk, and her body felt drawn to his like a magnet. Their kiss was electric and unyielding, and it made her light headed.

Rapunzel pulled away, taking in a lungful of air to catch her breath. He was grinning at her, a wonder in his eyes. “I do hope I’m doing this right,” she whispered playfully.

Bradyn grinned. “Oh, you’re perfect,” he said. “I’m going to be such a good stallion for you, milady. You’ll be so pleased with the ride.”

“You’re such a good horse, Prince,” she said, placing her hand on his abdomen, and slowly tracing down his midline toward his manhood.

“You’re almost ready for a ride, milady,” he said. “But first, you need a treat for your horse. Normally, we like to nibble on carrots, but I don’t think you have any. So, a little known, but much appreciated treat are those,” he said, inclining his head toward her bosoms.

Rapunzel, cupped her breasts in her hands. “These?”

Bradyn nodded, and she edged herself forward so her breasts were right in front of his face. His mouth was on them with ferocity, suckling her breasts, one at a time, while his hands gently massaged the other breast. A gasp of pleasure escaped her as his mouth moved delicately and perfectly over her body, making her tremble with lust. She needed him. She needed her stallion of passion.

“When do I get to ride?” she panted, her words sounding raspy and breathless.

He pulled away, a perpetual grin plastered to his face. “Oh, I think you’re almost ready,” he said. “Did you need a saddle, or did you intend to ride bareback so you can really feel the horse beneath you?”