When Longarm took his mouth away from hers a moment later, he said in a husky voice, “I reckon we’d better go on inside.”
Anna Marie was a little breathless as she replied, “Yes. I think that would be wise.”
She reached behind her and turned the knob. As the door of the room swung open, Longarm tensed slightly. He had been led into more than one trap by a beautiful woman. But a lamp was already burning on the small table beside the bed, and the room was small enough so that he could see most of it from the hallway, could see that it appeared to be empty. He was cautious as he stepped inside, holding her right hand with his left. His right hovered close to the butt of his Colt. But as he closed the door behind him with his foot, he saw that the room was indeed empty except for the two of them. The bed, the small table, a chair, and a wardrobe with both doors open were the only items of furniture in the room. The wardrobe was stuffed full of frilly, lacy, feathery dresses. Somebody could have been hiding behind them, but when Longarm glanced at the bottom of the wardrobe, he didn’t see any feet lurking there.
She must have sensed his suspicions, because she asked, “What is wrong, Custis?”
“Nothing,” he told her. “Old habits die hard, I reckon. I’m a careful man. That’s how I’ve stayed alive this long.”
“Not too careful, I hope.” She came into his arms again and ran her hand over his groin. “A man must be daring when he makes love. Are you daring, Custis?”
“Try me,” he said in a mock growl as his embrace tightened around her.
“I intend to.”
She began undressing him. Longarm helped out by tossing his hat onto a nail by the door and unbuckling his gunbelt. He took his watch from its vest pocket too, artfully concealing the derringer on the other end of the chain as he placed it on the chair underneath his vest. Anna Marie unbuttoned his shirt, tugging it from his trousers. As she bared his chest, she ran her fingers through the thick mat of dark brown hair that grew there. Then she reached down to his waist and went to work on his belt and the buttons of his fly. He was fully erect by now, and the tautness of the fabric at his crotch made her fumble a little with the buttons. She got them unfastened and pushed the trousers down around his knees.
“Sit on the bed, and I will take off your boots,” she instructed him.
Longarm complied, enjoying the view as she turned away from him, straddled each leg in turn, and bent over to tug his boots off. While she was in that position, he rested his hands on the firm cheeks of her backside and braced her. She wiggled her rump against his palms and gave a low, throaty laugh.
When his boots were off, she finished pulling his pants off as well, leaving him in the bottom half of a pair of long underwear. Longarm stretched out on the bed and lifted his hips so she could peel those off him. His shaft sprang proudly upright, saluting her. She perched on the edge of the bed next to him and used both hands to stroke his manhood, sliding her palms down the thick pole of male flesh. Longarm gritted his teeth as a pang of pure pleasure pulsed through him. There was something very erotic about lying there completely naked while a lovely, fully dressed woman sat beside him playing with his rod.
“Why don’t you get your clothes off?” he asked huskily after a moment.
“I will do that,” said Anna Marie. With a final squeeze of his shaft, she stood up and began undressing. Longarm watched in admiration as each of her garments fell away from her, revealing the big-bosomed body he had enjoyed so much the night before. When she was naked, she came back to the bed and sat down beside him once more.
She leaned over his midsection, and for a second he thought she was going to take his manhood into her mouth. But then she filled her hands with her breasts and wrapped the soft, creamy globes of flesh around his shaft. She worked them back and forth, creating an exquisite sensation that drew a groan from his mouth.
“You like that, Custis?” she said with a maddening smile. “I can continue if you like.”
“You do ... whatever you want, darlin’,” Longarm managed to say.
She straightened a little and put her hands on his thighs. Her fingers dug in with surprising strength and began kneading and massaging. She worked on the front of his legs for a few minutes, then told him to lift his knees. Longarm pulled his legs up so that she could rub the back of them. That also allowed her easy access to the fleshy sacs below his shaft. She cupped them in one hand, rolling them very gently from side to side.
While she was doing that, she leaned over and sent her tongue swooping several times around the head of his shaft. Then she kissed down the iron-hard length of him, and finally took the sacs in her mouth as well, using her hands to caress the muscles in the backs of his legs as she did so. Her red hair tickled the insides of his thighs.
Longarm reached for her hips and started to pull her around so that he could return the favor while she continued her French lesson on him. Instead she stopped him, grabbed one of the pillows, and placed it at the foot of the bed. Kneeling on all fours so that her backside was high in the air and facing Longarm, she rested her head on the pillow and said in a voice strained with passion, “Take me now, Custis. Any way you want, just ... take me!”
Longarm gazed for a moment at the full, round cheeks of her bottom and the tempting cleft between them. Then, lifting himself on his knees and grasping his manhood so that he could guide it into her, he said, “I reckon the usual way is plenty good for me.” With a surge of his hips, he sheathed himself in her hot, drenched depths.
From this angle, he was able to fill her as never before, and she gave a low cry and clutched at the pillow with her hands as he drove into her. “Oh! Oh! Oh, my God, Custis!” she gasped. “You are so big!”
Longarm had launched into a steady rhythm right away. He pistoned in and out of her, and with each surge forward, her muscles clamped tightly around him, releasing him only reluctantly as he withdrew. Then he thrust again, the long, thick pole throbbing as it delved deeply within her. She started to pant, and her hips jerked back and forth in a frenzy.
The minutes stretched out, seemed to become hours. Longarm was in complete control now, reveling in the pleasure he brought to her even as similar waves swept over him. He held tightly to her hips, his thumbs pressing into the globes of her bottom, steadying her so that her urgent movements wouldn’t cause him to slip out of her. Deeper and deeper he drove, each thrust opening her up more and more. Heated flesh slapped against heated flesh, punctuating the harsh breaths, the soft, sharp cries that came from both of them.
His breath hissing between clenched teeth, Longarm pulled her against him and held her there while he shifted around on the bed. He stepped off so that he could brace his feet on the floor, then began thrusting even harder and faster. Anna Marie balled her hands into fists and struck the mattress as she practically sobbed in a delirium of ecstasy.
Finally, there was no way either of them could continue. As her hips pushed back against him, Longarm tightened his grip on her and drove himself full-length inside her. His seed began to burst from him in long, shuddering spasms. Anna Marie made a high, keening sound as her own climax gripped her. Longarm emptied himself into her, giving a couple of small, involuntary jerks as the last drops were milked from him.
Longarm would have withdrawn from her slowly, but she collapsed as if all her bones had turned to jelly, slumping down on the bed and hugging the pillow to her as if she never intended to let go of it. Her smooth back rose and fell dramatically as she gasped for breath and tried to recover from the storm of passion that had overwhelmed her. Longarm slid down onto the bed beside her, reclining on his stomach as she was doing.