45: 45 The Good Student (AVOT)

45 The Good Student (AVOT)

Daisy found her thoughts scattering as they reached his room, her worries completely overshadowed by the potent proximity of Rhain as he placed her down and pulled her against him. His lips found hers with a fervor that seemed to scorch her very soul, drawing her into a maelstrom of sensations that made her forget about anything and everything else.2

With a skill that belied his apparent youth, Rhain began to undress her with a deftness that was nothing short of fascinating while their lips remained locked. He steered them back toward the bed as he left her in nothing but her chemise, and then his words broke through the haze of her desire.

"Now," he murmured against her lips, "I seem to recall teaching you how to undress me while being distracted."

Oh, was that a lesson?

Regardless, she knew what he meant. Her hands fumbled with his jacket, taking it off with more ease than before. The vest came off even more easily, then the shirt... She took her time with that, exploring his toned body as she peeled it aside. Heat bloomed within her as she traced the contours of his torso, and felt the steely strength of his arms and shoulders.

"Mmm... You are a quick learner," he praised, a note of approval tinging his voice as he admired her progress. "Now, the trousers," he added, his lips tracing kisses down her jawline.

The trousers?

The idea seemed daunting, but spurred on by his kisses, she fumbled with the buttons, while her head fell back on a soft moan. The buttons proved more difficult, and then she hesitated to strip him. "Oh Daisy," he teased, a chuckle lacing his words, "Do you need me to instruct you every step of the way?"

A blush warmed her cheeks as she slowly pulled down his trousers until they fell away. He continued to pepper her with kisses, discarding his trousers with a swift kick and then pulling her into his arms in his completely bare form. Every inch of him was pressed against her, his hardened length evident against her belly through her thin chemise.

This time, her heart pounded merely with anticipation.

"You're still sore from last night?" he asked gently, as he cupped her cheek.

Caught off guard by his perceptiveness, she nodded slightly, a blush warming her cheeks. "A little," she confessed.

"Then you could use your riding lessons," he suggested, his eyes twinkling with an intriguing proposal.

"I...I don't understand," she stammered, puzzled by his insinuation.

His chuckle was warm and rich, tingling against her skin like fine wine. His fingers traced her jawline, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. He leaned in, his voice a velvet whisper, "You ride, and I am your stallion."

A rush of heat surged up her neck, painting her cheeks a vibrant shade of crimson. Was he suggesting… that she take control?

"You can set the pace then," he added, leaving no room for doubt.

Guiding her gently, Rhain walked backward until the edge of the bed hit the back of his legs and he sat down. His hands skimmed the back of her thighs, the fabric of her dress gathering in his hands as he guided her forward to straddle him. The contact of her bare thighs against his was electric, sending a thrilling jolt through her that left her body humming with desire.

"Like this," he murmured, pulling her in ever so slowly. "Now you decide how to proceed."

A fresh wave of heat washed over her. Her heart pounded fiercely against her chest, echoing the apprehension she felt at the threshold of this unknown territory.

Rhain, despite his typically assertive demeanor, seemed perfectly content to surrender control to her. His eyes held a soft, encouraging glow, his hands rested lightly on her thighs, and his gaze was steady, never leaving hers.

Gathering her courage, Daisy placed her hands on his firm chest, the heat of his bare skin warming her palms. His eyes, his lips, his rugged jawline, she drank in the sight of him. Then, with a soft sigh, she leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. It was a slow, exploratory dance, their lips moving together in an intimate rhythm. When she dared to deepen the kiss, he responded, his hands tightening on her thighs.

Pulling back, she found herself caught in his intense gaze, his eyes smoldering with desire. Drawing a steadying breath, she decided to embrace the boldness of the situation. She reached down between them, her fingers brushing against his hardness eliciting a sharp breath from her. She took a moment to familiarize herself with the feel of him - hot and pulsating in time with her own heartbeats - before slowly guiding him to her entrance.

With a slow, cautious motion, she lowered herself onto him. The sensation was startling, a combination of pleasure and a sharp twinge of discomfort. As she adjusted, Rhain seemed to hold his breath, his fingers digging into her thighs as he fought to stay still.

As she descended completely, the feeling of him filling and stretching her so deliciously drew a low, primal sound from him. "Oh heavens, Daisy," he growled, pulling her closer, as if he could bury himself even deeper within her.

A gasp escaped Daisy as she anchored herself on Rhain's broad shoulders, her head falling back from the overwhelming feeling. She held still for a moment, allowing herself to adjust to the exquisite fullness. But soon, the desire to feel him move within her became too strong to ignore.

She set a slow rhythm, clutching him tightly as she began to glide up and down his length. As the pleasure built, alleviating the discomfort, she dared to quicken the pace. Rhain responded by gripping her hips, guiding her movements while matching her labored breaths.

Daisy reveled in the sensation of his hands on her, his fingers sinking into her flesh as if wishing to fuse their bodies together. His low groans and raw growls of pleasure only spurred her on, filling her with a newfound boldness. With a push, she forced him back onto the bed, her hands planting firmly on his chiseled chest.

The sight of him beneath her, his flawless body exposed and receptive, only stoked the fires of her desire. The changing expressions on his face, the rhythm of his heaving chest as she rode him, and the erratic beat of his heart under her palms drove her closer and closer to the edge. Until with a deep cry she tumbled over and collapsed onto him. 

Exhausted and still trembling from the waves of bliss, his arms enveloped her, providing a comforting hold as she slowly regained her senses. She had truly never known such pleasure could exist.

Gently, Rhain maneuvered them until they lay side by side, his arm serving as a pillow for her head. His fingers lazily traced through her hair, his chest still heaving under the weight of their shared exertions. The silence of the dimly lit room was filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing and her still-racing heartbeat.

When she turned to meet his gaze, she was taken aback to see his eyes glowing a deep red. Her heart skipped a beat, and she blinked in surprise, to make sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her from the dizziness she felt but as she looked again, Rhain closed his eyes, leaving her to stare at his closed lids.

She was probably mistaken.

"Rhain," she called softly.

"Sleep, Daisy. I really don't want to chase you tonight." 

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