Saddle Up(67)

“I don’t care about the future,” she said. “Why not concentrate on the present and hold me?”

He dropped his bags with a thump, freeing his hands to clasp her waist. Hers crept up his chest to loop around his neck. They stood like that, body to body, heartbeat to heartbeat for long, silent seconds.

“Keith? When the time is right, how do they go about it?”

He shook his head with a look of confusion. “How does who go about what?”

“The stallion and mare,” she said. “How does she let him know that she’s receptive?”

“If she’s not in season, she’ll either show no interest in him at all or try to kick his teeth out. If he knows what’s good for him, he behaves like a gentleman until he’s clearly invited.”

She took his hand, leading him toward the next room. “What happens once he knows she’s interested?” she asked. “Does he just climb on top of her and go at it, or is there some kind of mating ritual?”

Her question took him off balance, but the glimmer in her eye brought instant understanding. Hell yeah. He could certainly get into this game. “A good stallion woos his mare.”

“He woos her?” Her brows rose. “How?”

“It’s really not so different from our foreplay.” He dipped his head close to her ear. “He begins by seducing her with sounds.”

“He whispers sweet nothings?”

“More like murmurs nasty somethings,” he replied darkly. “Mares like trashy talk. It excites them.”

Her pupils flared. “What kinds of things does he say?”

“I suppose he tells her how excited he is, how much she turns him on. He probably doesn’t have to say much more than that. Being well hung and turned on probably works in his favor,” he added with a teasing smile.

He slid his hands from her waist and over her hips to cup her ass. He was already hard as a post. He rocked his pelvis into hers. The surprise in her eyes said she knew it.

“Does she get more turned on knowing he’s big enough to satisfy her, or just knowing how much he wants her?” she asked, her breaths coming shorter.

“Both.”

“Wh-what about him? What gets him excited?”

“Mainly her scent. When he senses her receptiveness, the courtship moves on to smelling.” He dipped his head to hers, breathing in a teasing hint of her. “The most powerful aphrodisiac to a stallion is the smell of an aroused mare. It’s almost a drug.”

He then nuzzled her throat and hair, filling his lungs with her. Miranda arched her neck with a little sigh, giving him better access. She shivered lightly as he moved up her neck to her ear.

“What’s next?” she asked. Her pale face was tinted a rosy shade, and her eyes had darkened to slate.

“The stallion and mare begin touching noses and sniffing each other. They then progress to nibbling and licking,” he murmured into her honeysuckle-scented hair.

“Are you saying that horses kiss each another?”

“Yes.” He skimmed his mouth over her face and hovered inches from her lips. “I guess you could call it that, although he does most of it.”

“Are there certain places the mare likes him to kiss her?”

“Yes, Aiwattsi,” he replied. “He begins with her face.” He cupped hers, brushing his lips softly from cheekbone to cheekbone, across her nose, and then back to her lips. “He licks and nibbles until he senses that she wants more.”

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.”