But Drew was stuck on what she’d just said. Farmer? What farmer? He closed his eyes and wondered where Aurora had met someone like that, to know how they acted around the women they made love to, too.
He shook aside his questions for and concentrated on the woman willing to make love to him again. “That’s it. Use me any way you like.”
Without expecting further discussion, he settled back, leaving Aurora to decide what happened next between them.
Aurora rose up and sank down with a sigh.
She settled him deep, and he twitched inside her. Dampness surrounded his cock as she slowly slid and twisted against him. Seeking her pleasure. Hunting for that elusive thrill of satisfaction only good lovemaking could provide.
She put his hands on her breasts, and he caressed, then kissed them. Became even more excited to hear her moans. He helped her come that way, delighting in her unguarded responses. Her face elated and free of doubt at the end.
That was how he hoped to always make her feel. Not ashamed or feeling any obligation to do his bidding. He wanted her to put on no act around him.
Aurora came back to earth slowly, her gaze lowering to his.
“Oh,” she said quickly, gulping. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. You were meant to come, and I did nothing to hinder you,” he said, casting a wry smile at where she sat nestled against his hard cock.
He hoped she’d stay there awhile.
He wanted to come, too, now.
But only if she let him.
He reached up and brushed her hair back from her damp face, and then caught her under her arms.
He twisted to lie down again, settling her over him.
“Catch your breath here against me,” he suggested, wrapping her in his arms. Holding her fast against his chest.
Aurora was more complicated than he expected but that in no way diminished his interest in marrying her eventually. She allowed his embrace for only a few minutes before she started to squirm. The friction against his cock, wedged still inside her, made him moan out loud.
She rose up, frowning down at him.
He bucked his hips against her, smiling cheekily. “Do you know what a flying fuck entails?”
She looked about them, studying their position. “Somewhat like this, I imagine. A woman astride a man.”
“Not quite. It’s sex like this but actually riding a horse.”
She looked shocked. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Oh, yes.”
“You’ve done it?”
“No. But I’m willing to try it at least once with you. Carefully though. I should hate for either one of us to fall off and be found with our hindquarters exposed to the elements or the view of others.”
He hoped she might laugh at the picture he’d painted of an embarrassing tumble. But her eyes narrowed. “I’m not a great rider.”
“No matter.” He would be happy to teach her one day, after they married. “There are so many more positions to make love in that it hardly signifies to lose that particular one.”
She wriggled a little more, sliding up and down his length again. “Do you want…”
“Want?”
“To come?”