Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

Whrist couldn't help but smile when he paused beneath her, he tasted like smoky walnuts and evergreen, she was about to whisper something in his ear when her ride became a bucking bronco. The black female flew up a good 3 feet into the air and gravity inevitably kicked back in hauling her downward, she landed hard in her chest, the wind knocked from her, though as she began to wheeze air back into her lungs she laughed raucously and staggered to her paws. “Ready” she called out facing him shifting her shoulders like a cat waiting for his next move.