"Chingame!" she urged, whispering. "I think I die if you don't!" Her hands became busy with Longarm's britches, freeing his belt, fumbling open the buttons below it. She sensed his hesitation. "Don' worry, Coos-tees, I been with men before." She'd liberated his erection now, and added with a sigh, "But not a man like you!"
Her hands flashed swiftly in the soft moonlight, grasping her full skirt and pulling it high. She wore nothing underneath it. Longarm got a glimpse of her dark pubic hair as she brought a leg up to straddle him, squeezing her thighs around him tightly. Holding him between her moistly warm thighs, she moved her hips gently back and forth. Longarm began to believe that Lita was, as she'd insisted, no longer a little girl.
For a few moments they clung, kissing, while Lita moved her hips, rubbing him slowly. She began to gasp. Longarm picked her up by the waist and lifted her off the ground. Lita spread her legs and guided him into her hot throbbing depth, wrapped her legs around his waist and locked them behind his back, to pull him into her fully. She screamed then, a light, breathy cry of delight. Longarm braced his legs by spreading them and supported her buttocks with his hands, squeezing their soft, firm muscles. Her body twisted, her gasps became a sobbing laugh of pain and pleasure as with his hands he moved her back and forth. He felt the vibrations begin deep in her body. They spread, her muscles undulating, until she was trembling. Her head fell back, the laughing sobs rising from her taut throat as she let ecstasy take her and shake her until, still trembling, she gave a final gasp and went limp in his hands.
He supported her gently, still buried deeply in her, still rock-hard and unsatisfied. "Hold on around my neck," he told the girl as soon as he felt her muscles become firm again. Lita clasped her hands behind his head, and Longarm moved with short careful steps to where Tordo stood, only a few feet away. Whisking the saddle blanket off the gray's back, he managed to unfold it and after a fashion to spread it on the sand.
Longarm's britches had slipped down when he took the few steps needed to reach the blanket and place it on the ground. He sidled along its edge, Lita still locked close to him, her hot wetness urging him to hurry. He was holding himself back, not wanting to enjoy his orgasm alone, giving Lita as much time as he could manage to be ready to share it with him. He dropped to his knees on a corner of the blanket and in the same unbroken motion lunged forward, pinning her beneath him, stabbing even deeper into her than he'd been while they were standing up.
"Madre de Dios! Que verga!" she cried out. "Que cosa maravillosa! Es mas que chorizo, es un grifo de caballo! Dame todo, Coos-tees! Andale! Andale!"
Longarm obeyed her demands. Although he didn't understand the words, her tone told him that Lita needed no more time. He thrust fiercely and she splayed her legs wide to engulf him, her hips rocking. Her trembling began almost at once. Longarm was past being ready, but after the interruption of moving, it took him a few minutes to reach a peak again. He rocked faster and faster, racing Lita's beginning orgasm, until he caught up and pushed hard one last time, and held himself deep within her while her cries broke the cool night air, until his shaking ended and he fell aside, leaving the girl sprawled on the rough wool beside him, both of them limp and spent.
They lay, not moving or talking, watching the moon as it waned imperceptibly, then began playing the game of undressing one another. The night breeze was soft on their naked bodies. Lita lay with her head cradled on Longarm's shoulder. Now and then she'd rub her cheek on his skin, or he'd raise a hand to caress her breasts, his hard fingertips gentle as they traced the puckered tips of her dark rosettes. As their vigor returned the kissing began again, and their hands on each other grew more inquisitive. Longarm rubbed his palm down the smooth warm flesh of Lita's stomach and combed his fingers through her bush to feel the fresh moisture stealing out between her thighs. She spread them for him, and his fingers explored more deeply. Lita's hands were cradling and hefting him, curling around, weighing, feeling his erection begin to grow.
"Es muy hermoso, su grifo, Coos-tees. But I like it more inside me, not in mis manos. You wan' I show you how I like?"
"Sure. If you like it, I will, too."
Her hand went to his hip, lightly pulling, and he responded by turning on his side. Lita was lying on her back; she threw her legs across his body and used her heels to pull herself close, then to pull even closer when he was inside her. She moved with measured slowness, sighing now and then, a small healthy gust of breath, and Longarm lay quite still, contented to feel her inner pulsing wrapping him in soft sensation. She shuddered gently, relaxed, and lay motionless for several minutes. Then she began a slow rotation of her hips, digging her heels into his back, and moved this way until another shudder seized her, quicker this time than before. Once more she lay quiet. Longarm stretched a hand and grasped her breast, its firm smoothness resilient and alive under his palm. He cupped his hand gently, moving it to find the other breast and caress it.
Lita began to quiver. She pulled away and brought her legs up in the air. In the brush between them the waning moon caught glints like dewdrops. "Go in me, Coos-tees!" she gasped. "Al frente! Con su grifo de caballo! Chingame duro, presteza! Duro! Duro!"
Longarm didn't know all the words this time either, but no interpreter was needed. He lunged into her swiftly and fiercely, ignoring her cry of pleasure or pain, arched his back above her and pushed hard, driving deep, the flood building in him forcing him to speed, to thrust, until it crested and burst and Lita's cries of "Duro! Duro!" faded to a long, choking moan, and then to silence.
Longarm relaxed, lying heavily on top of her, too spent to move. Lita did not object, but bore his weight with little breaths of pleasure. The moon had gone by now, and the night lay dark and still around them. After a long while, he rolled off and lay by her.
"Tu es mucho hombre, Coos-tees," she murmured, nibbling at the lobe of his ear. "You still think I am nina, now?"
"If I ever mistook you for a little girl, I sure know better," he replied. "You're muy tnujer, Lita."
"I make you feel good, no?"
"You make me feel good, yes. How you feel?"
"You wait a little while, I show you."
Longarm's chuckle was cut short before it got out of his throat. Distantly, the quiet was broken by an irregular thudding of many hooves and the muted blats of cattle protesting being night-driven. He sat up quickly, there was no mistaking the sound.
Lita sat up, too. "What is it, Coos-tees? What you hear?"
"Hush a minute. I'm trying to figure which way they're coming from."
"They come from the nordeste, from los ranchos grandes de Tejas," she said casually, as though surprised that Longarm didn't know such a simple fact.
"How do you know?"
"Por supuesto, Coos-tees, everybody know this thing. Is happen muchos veces. Maybe three, four weeks was otro hato de ganados go sobre del rio."
"You mean everybody in Los Perros knows there's cattle being drove across to Mexico pretty regular?"
"De verdad. Porque? "
"Because them steers are rustled, Lita. They're stolen from ranches up along the Pecos and above there."
"Si. Esta conozco. Why you don't ask me, you wan' to know?"