Page 50 of In a Rake's Embrace
He almost chuckled at that bit of politeness. “Come here.”
She sauntered over, that delightful pink blushing over her body.
“Sit astride me.”
“Like this?” she murmured, sitting in his lap, her legs caging his knees.
His belly rippled, and he clenched his teeth. He moved a little, adjusting his position so that the hard ridge of his cock nestled against her mound. The feel of his stalk against her bare pussy was alreadytorture. Perhaps he should put on his trousers for this lesson.
“You can face me … or give me your back, but your legs should bracket each of my thighs.”
“Oh,” she said, grabbing the headrest. “I would prefer to face you. Your eyes are so beautiful, Thomas. I always feel like I’m being pulled under when I hold your gaze.”
Their eyes met, and his heartbeat quickened. “Are you practicing the art of flattery now?”
“A man likes his vanity stroked,” she purred, her tone laced with playful confidence. “Did I delight yours?”
He smiled.Yes. “You can place your hands on my shoulders to balance your weight or slip them around my nape. Your lover can either place his hands on your hips or hug them around your back, or thrust his fingers into your hair and arch your throat.”
Agatha nodded and slipped her hands up to clasp his shoulders. Thomas wanted to get a dagger and stabbed himselfin the heart. How stupid to have suggested she could pretend to ride him to learn the rhythm. He was a glutton for torture.
“Like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
His cock throbbed, and she looked down.
A soft shudder went through her body. “Usually, … your cock would be inside my body.”
“Yes. We’ll pretend.”
“Have you ever done that before?”
“Done what?”
Her gaze lingered on his face, a faint smile on her lips. “Imagined yourself … inside me.”
“That knowledge is hardly relevant to your lesson,” he replied.
Her rich and unguarded laugh struck him like a spark, intensifying his awareness of her warmth and allure.
“When you’re on his cock, you’ll want to move—slowly at first, then up and down, finding a rhythm,” he instructed, keeping his tone steady. “While I am not in you, you can still practice the motion.”
She released one of his shoulders to unpin her hair, letting it drop in a silken waterfall. Agatha surprised him by coasting that hand up his chest to cup his jaw and hold his gaze.
“Your eyes are truly beautiful,” she said softly.
Then she undulated. It was fucking laughable the way his cock jerked and his balls burned as if he was already close to a climax. She moved up and down, her body awkward.
“Slower … feel your weight, find your balance, and get comfortable before you pick up the pace.”
Agatha wrinkled her nose. “Perhaps I should learn to ride the horse first. However, I do not think that is logical. I have never seen a man or a woman bouncing atop their horse when they ride, and Bea said it was like bouncing.”
She sounded irritated, and he scowled, wondering if he was the only one losing his damn mind. Agatha reached between them and clasped his cock.
Sweet mercy. “Agatha—”
“My fingers can barely meet around your … manroot.”
A choking sound left him, and she laughed, her lovely eyes gleaming.
