Henry was not about to decline such an enticing invitation. It took him just two long strides before he was close enough to kneel on the bed, one hand on each of Anne's knees, spreading her legs and pushing her riding skirt down her thighs.
He leaned down, stretching over her. One hand raced upward to tangle in her thick, dark hair while the other slipped between her thighs, fingers moving, seeking to get her wet and ready for him.