They had time for riding later, anyway. And if they ran out of it, well, he was more than welcome to visit her again later so they could do cover what they'd missed. She was probably going to be stuck in Connecticut for half the summer, anyway, so she was going to be starved for interesting things.

Like learning all there was to learn about riding him, yes.

"Oh, um." Holy shit, did she ever just want to guide him in right this second. But the responsible part of her brain remembered that right about now was a good time to use her free hand to reach for the nightstand.

... Then sadly - though only momentarily! - pull her other hand away from him, because she needed both hands to tear the wrapper.