soon.”
“Let go whenever you feel like it,” Longarm said. “I’ll hold out for as long as you need me to.”
“If you’re sure you can hold out until I’m ready again.”
“I’m sure. Go on. Enjoy yourself all you want.”
Jessibee took him at his word. Longarm continued to go into her smoothly and steadily, with a hard, deep thrust now and then to bring her along more quickly. Jessibee’s eyes closed as he continued his paced stroking, and he felt her body tensing. Longarm moved faster now, and thrust deeper.
Jessibee began to tremble, and when Longarm stopped for a moment, buried in her as deeply as he could thrust, she gasped, “Oh, not now!
Don’t stop now! Go faster, Custis, faster!”
Now Longarm started stroking with an intensity that set Jessibee panting and quivering tumultuously. He was buried in her to the hilt when she unlocked her legs from around him, spread her thighs wide, and began to gulp in a series of soft, sobbing cries. Longarm raised himself and then pounded into Jessibee with a succession of long strokes which he maintained until she shrieked deep in her throat and he felt her body heave convulsively and then go limp in a wave of relaxing shudders. He stopped thrusting then, and lay still, filling her.
Jessibee sighed. “Brandy and whiskey mixed, Custis. It’s a combination I don’t often find.”
“We’ll rest,” he said. “Unless I’m too heavy for you.”
“No. Don’t get up. Stay in Me. Now, especially. I haven’t felt this filled for a long time.”
Jessibee sighed and pulled Longarm’s head down for a kiss. Their tongues met and slid together. Jessibee stirred. “Can you stay hard for a while?”
“Sure. As long as it takes. But if you’re ready to start again, so am I.”
“You don’t need to hurry, if you want to rest some more.”
Longarm responded by lifting himself and thrusting hard again. Jessibee drew a quivering breath when she felt his deep penetration, and raised her hips to meet him. The hot flood that he’d felt surrounding him when Jessibee climaxed had aroused Longarm. He wanted to feel himself sinking repeatedly into her ready body, and stroked with steadily increasing vigor. He was still holding back, and continued to do so until Jessibee began to grow taut again. He was building quickly now, but she was responding faster, too.
There was a time of suspended feeling as Longarm held himself above Jessibee, looking down at her face in the strange, filtered moonlight, watching her lips twitching, her head rolling from side to side. When she grabbed him and pulled him to her for a long kiss, he knew the time was close. He let go his control, pounding hard, while Jessibee rolled and thrust up to meet him with a wildness that set him to trembling. He reached the point of no return and felt himself draining in a series of spasms while Jessibee’s throat pulsed with deep, sobbing moans. Then her body went soft and Longarm fell forward, growing soft inside her. Jessibee sighed. “I’ve been without a man for such a long time! You’ve done me more good than I can tell you, Custis.”
“You’re a real pretty woman. Seems like you’d have a lot of men chasing after you.”
“I don’t let just anybody catch me. I do the choosing, not them.”
“Like you chose me?”
“Exactly. I didn’t see any way that you could come looking for me. And I wasn’t sure you would, or even if you wanted to. So I came to you.”
“You’re a right strong-minded lady.”
“Most Cherokee women are. We run the families, you know. If we have a husband who doesn’t live up to what we think he should, we divorce him. You whites haven’t gotten that far yet.”
“Are you a full-blooded Cherokee, Jessibee?” Longarm asked.
She chuckled throatily. “As much as any Cherokee is. We’ve always been tolerant, maybe too tolerant for our own good.”
Jessibee stirred under him, and as much as Longarm was enjoying feeling her wet heat around him, he rolled off to lie beside her.
“Do you have enough cheroots so you can spare me another one?” she asked.
“Sure. You lay still. I’ll get one for each of us.” Longarm padded over to the table, where his vest hung on a chair, and took out two cheroots and a match. He asked, “How’d you get a taste for these, anyhow, Jessibee?”
“That’s an easy story to tell.”
“You might as well tell it to me,” Longarm said, “unless you’re figuring on going back to your kinfolks real soon. I hope that ain’t in your mind, though.”
“It’s not. I know you can’t stay hard forever, though, so we might as well talk while we’re resting. But don’t worry about me wanting to leave. As far as I’m concerned, I’m settling down for a very enjoyable night.”
“I’ll do my best to keep you full,” Longarm promised. “And I aim to enjoy it as much as you do. But go on, Jessibee. Tell me how it was you started smoking cigars.”
“I didn’t start out with cigars. It was cigarettes at first. That was when I was going to Mills College. I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of Mills?”
“Can’t say I have. Whereabouts is it?”
“In California, across the bay from San Francisco. It’s a college that teaches young women such as I was then to keep just a little bit ahead of the times. It’s what they all are becoming, advanced thinkers.”
Jessibee sighed. “That was quite a while ago. Just thinking back on it makes me feel old.”
