Chapter Four
Cecy had thought she’d known everything that a wife needed to know about s****l congress, but clearly she hadn’t. It had never occurred to her that a woman could mount a man, but, now that she considered it, it was physically possible.
To ride St. George. To sit astride a man and ride his organ.
She could quite see that it would be easier for Gareth if they did it that way, on account of his arm, but that didn’t stop embarrassment sweeping through her. And with the embarrassment was a twinge of anxiety, because Gareth was expecting her to ride him and she didn’t know how to.
What if she did it wrong?
Cecy remembered her journal. It is natural to feel shy and nervous, she had written, and then: The act will likely embarrass you at first, but you will soon come to regard it
