That couldn’t last long, and I didn’t want it to. I slammed my hips against Hope’s butt and gasped in her ear. The sensations from her body filled my mind—her slick skin sliding against mine, the way she moved in my arms, and the sounds she made.
I slammed deep into her and stopped. Lights flashed behind my eyes. My balls tightened and I groaned against her neck while my essence coursed through my shaft in one burning gush after another.
Hope turned when I was empty, and she held me while my cock relaxed. “You know, it isn’t real late yet.” Her fingers played over my chest and my hip, and they danced along my shaft. She kissed my jaw and my lips, and she wrapped me in her legs. My pony was very persuasive.
* * *
It really was late when I fell back on the bed for the last time. Hope was as tired as I was. She crawled up my body, and I brushed a sweaty lock away from her forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day. You look like you’ve been ridden hard.”
Hope lifted her head and laughed at me. She wiped at the sheen of sweat drying on my chest. “And you look like you’ve been put up wet.”
I couldn’t disagree. We relaxed without talking until the room grew cool, and I pulled the bed clothes around us.
“Cowboy?” she asked, and looked up—probably to see if I was still awake, “do you remember back after Christmas when you offered to teach me to ride?”
I stroked her hip and gave her a sleepy smile. “I do,” I said. “You shut me down.”
“I did. But, now, if your sister’s kids will let me on your big gelding, then I’m ready to learn.”