Without conscious thought, they slowed their mounts to a stop, each of them staring across the pasture with rapt attention. At some point, Blixford murmured, “Really not the thing to watch, is it?”
“No.”
“Why is it, then, that I’m unable to stop?”
“I’ve no idea, but it’s quite impossible.”
At last, Pendragon dropped to all fours and the excess of his seed spilled from the mare. He lifted his head and whinnied his triumph before he moved to her side. She turned to look and their noses met, ears flicking, coats twitching.
Blixford moved his mount closer to hers, his eyes intensely dark, smoldering even. “I’m one step away from abandoning ducal propriety and tossing my duchess in a pasture. Are you shocked?”
“No doubt I should be, but I’d be lying were I to say I was.” Her gaze lingered at his lips. “Would you kiss me, husband?”
She’d barely spoken the words before she was hauled from her mount and seated before him, enveloped within his arms, her mouth assaulted by his. For a man of strict decorum, her duke was insanely passionate. His hands fell to her waist and he lifted her easily, commanding her to swing her leg over. She did so, and was straddled there, backward, her legs over his and her entire torso pressed against his as he kissed her again, their tongues twisted together, his prominent nose firmly against her cheek. He dropped one arm and it didn’t become evident that he’d unfastened his breeches and shoved her skirts further up until she felt him there, close to her center. “Blix, how can we manage? We’re atop a horse.”
He kept his gaze upon hers while his hands lifted her once again and settled her down upon him, impaling her with his long, hard length. “Place your boots on top of mine,” he whispered, his voice raw. “It will give you leverage. It appears you’ll be required to do most of the work. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Hard work . . . is its own reward.” She followed his instruction, intrigued by the headiness of their distance from the ground, with the movement of the mare beneath them as she grazed, unconcerned by what took place upon her back. He kept his hands about her waist as she began to move, pushing up, then relaxing back onto him. Their positions lent a delicious feel to their joining, his solid, hot shaft sliding against her most exquisitely sensitive spot with every move of her body.
He kissed her again and she slowed a bit, drinking him in, enticed by the look in his eyes. She couldn’t be certain, but she thought he was somehow different, less lighthearted than he’d been yesterday, much more intensely determined to take her. As if he were driven to it. Perhaps he was. She couldn’t deny an answering need, as if everything depended on their coupling, immediately.
One of the horses whinnied and she glanced aside.
Pendragon was covering Grendel, yet again, this time turned in such a way to afford a clear view of his mighty, stiffened penis as he stroked the mare and sought release of his seed.
Jane refocused on Blixford, noting he had not looked again, but was watching her from beneath lids heavy with deliberate desire.
“You’re increasingly very tight round me, Jane. I fear your voyeuristic arousal may be my undoing. Please . . . don’t delay.”
“Do you mean to say—”
“Jane, please.”
She rocked her body, moving her hips rhythmically, never taking her gaze from his. Slowly, surely, she built her desire until she exploded with deep pleasure, her head falling back and a sharp cry bursting from her throat. While her body reverberated with the after-effects of her release, she returned her gaze to his and was astonished by his expression. He looked at her as though he thought her simply wonderful. Suddenly, his shaft jumped within her, crowding her womb, and she immediately felt the warmth of him, saw his eyes close before he slumped forward to rest his chin upon her shoulder. “Good God, Jane, you must think me mad to take you atop a horse in an open pasture.” He paused. “Only think of the danger if this mare bolted. Perhaps I am mad.”
“Nonsense, Blixford. We are merely responding to nature. It’s your nature to pursue me, and it’s my nature to find the sight of horses coupling somewhat exciting, although I have to confess I never thought so before today. You may have ruined me to breeding horses, because it will surely be disruptive and inconvenient if I become aroused every time I see a stallion cover a mare. I hope I don’t respond in this way with sheep. Doubtful, I’d think, because really, sheep are less than elegant creatures. Horses, on the other hand, are truly lovely and graceful.”
He raised up and slid his arms about her, holding her close to his breast. “Ah, Jane, ever sensible. I’ve not shocked you then?”