“Do you want me to teach you how to post?” he asked when they’d circled the corral once.
“What’s that?”
“When the horse trots,
you have to bob your body up and down in rhythm with it,” he said, his hand moving again in an erotic motion on her belly. His lips brushed against her sensitive ear. “It makes for an easier ride.”
She shivered, tempted by his deep seductive tone and moving lips. Her nipples had tightened against her new bra at those words: easier ride. Yet—
“I’m not sure I want to go any faster,” she said, twisting her head slightly to better feel his whiskers and lips against her ear and neck. She inhaled choppily when his warm mouth landed against the corner of her lips. His long fingers lowered on her belly. He pushed her back more firmly against him. She bit her lip, suppressing a soft moan at the feeling of his hard thighs and cock against her ass. “Can we just walk today?”
“Yes. We’ll go at your pace. But I think you should push yourself a little.”
“Why?” she asked breathlessly, because his first two fingers were rubbing the flap of her zipper directly over her mons.
“Because I think you can do this.”
“Okay,” she said, unable to disguise her trepidation.
“Tell you what,” he said after a short pause. “We’ll walk him on the straightaway toward the lake, and trot and post on the way back. Sound good?”
She frowned. They’d already traversed half the length of the corral toward the lake. They’d have to go faster soon. Too soon. Dylan must have sensed her hesitance, because his mouth nuzzled the side of her neck and his fingers lowered. Suddenly, he was applying a concise pressure on her fly just above her clit.
“And I’m going to touch you and make you feel good,” he said quietly. “But only on the slow stretch.”
Her mouth fell open, but nothing came out. His hand opened over her entire outer sex. He rubbed her firmly, applying an eye-crossing pressure and pushing her against him at the same time, making her highly aware of the fullness behind his jeans.
“Won’t someone see?” she asked breathlessly.
“No. The view of the corral from Kevin’s house is obstructed by trees, but even if someone did glimpse us, I’m only going to touch you while we face the lake. As you can see, there isn’t a soul in sight. Okay?”
He was circling over her sex now, his motions subtle yet firm. The rolling cadence of the horse beneath them took on a new meaning, adding to the stimulation.
“Okay,” she mumbled. She would have agreed to just about anything with Dylan’s hand between her spread thighs and his cock growing distractedly hard and full against her ass. As if he agreed, he flexed his hips slightly, pressing her bottom tighter to his crotch.
He groaned.
“These new jeans make your ass look edible,” he breathed out near her ear. Alice quaked and then melted at the sensation of his front teeth scraping her earlobe. “I noticed right away. But I hadn’t considered the torture of being behind you on a horse.”
“I’m so sorry to torture you,” she muttered with distracted sarcasm.
“That’s okay. I’ll get you back. We’re to the turn. Take the reins and tell Quinn what you want.” Alice took the reins without thinking, doing what seemed natural to guide Quinn, tilting the reins in the direction she wanted to go. The animal followed her lead without hesitation. She gave a little triumphant laugh, but it segued to a little cry of displeasure when Dylan’s hand moved off her sex.
“Only on the approach toward the lake,” he reminded her. She frowned at the hint of laughter in his deep voice. “Okay, straighten Quinn out. Good girl.” He put his hand over hers again as Quinn came around the bend, taking control of the reins. His arm circled her waist. “Now we’re going to go faster and post. I want you to move with me on the trot, do what I do.”
Panic leapt in her belly. “I need more instructions than that!”
“No, you don’t. I know how you move with me. You’re perfect.”
“But—”
He dropped the reins and made a chirruping sound. Quinn bolted forward. She choked off a gasp. It was a slow trot, nothing more. It felt like freefalling through space. Her body went stiff in fear, her hands grasping the pommel, her thighs squeezing the saddle hard.
Dylan’s arm tightened around her.
“I’ve got you. Everything’s fine. We’re moving, but there’s control, Alice. Move with me. Don’t fight it.”
It took a moment for her anxiety to subside enough to really absorb what he was saying. As keyed in to him as she always was, her body began to match the cadence of his instinctively. She realized that when she matched both his and the horse’s rhythm, the jolting, jostling, out-of-control feeling subsided.