“Yeah, I s’pose it is.” The match burned down to his fingers, and he shook it out quick before his fingernail caught fire.
“Hush now. We don’t want to wake Eric.”
“We?”
“Shhh. You’re going to make me laugh, and I don’t want to do that. It hurts.”
“Sorry. So, um, what was it that you wanted to do if it ain’t tell jokes an’ play pinochle?”
“What makes you think I don’t want to play pinochle?”
“You’d ‘a brought a lamp.”
“Actually I did want to play pinochle. But I forgot the lamp. Do you think we can think of something else instead?” Her hand was groping around in the dark. This time it wasn’t a chair she was feeling for, though. It wasn’t a chair she was finding either, although the particular part of Longarm’s anatomy that she settled on to explore in more detail was soon about as hard as the leg of a chair. “Oh, my,” she whispered. “I do like this.”
“You sure you’re feelin’ up to this?”
“I am. So are you.”
“Look, Angela, you don’t owe me a damn thing. An’ I wouldn’t want to hurt you. So whyn’t you slip back inta bed now before …”
“Shhh.” She squeezed his cock with one hand, and with the other laid a finger over his lips to hush him. “I’d shut you up with a kiss, except it would hurt too much to bend over like that. Do you mind?”
“I ain’t complaining.”
“Good. Now hold still and let me do this. Otherwise I’m afraid we’d get to thrashing around, and I don’t think I could stand much of that just now.”
“I’ll try an’ be good,” he promised, only half facetiously.
“As I recall, sir, you are very good indeed.”
Longarm chuckled. And offered no objections when Angela squatted over him with one foot planted tight against each side of him just slightly above waist level.
She touched him lightly on the flat of his chest with one hand to stabilize her balance, and with the other guided his cock while she lowered herself onto his manhood.
Angela needed no preparation. She was wet and ready before the head of his cock ever slid in between the lips of her pussy. He heard her sigh softly in the darkness as the length of him burrowed deeper and ever deeper inside until she had captured all of him within her.
“Nice,” she whispered. “So nice.”
“What, did you come here to talk the night away?” he teased.
She laughed, a little too loudly, then continued to laugh under her breath. He could feel the tiny movements and pulsations as her stomach quivered and rippled with the laughter. It was a nice feeling. Friendly, sort of. He liked it. And told her so.
“Thank you.” Slowly, stroking long and deep, she lifted herself over him and then came down again. Gently. Deeply.
“Damn but that’s nice.”
“I do agree, sir, and I do be thanking you.” She leaned forward and touched his cheek with a fond caress.
Yeah, Longarm thought, Buddy Fulton’s mama was one nice little lady. Sweet and giving. And a good screw too. Never mind what she looked like in the daytime after Cletus Terry got done beating on her. She was one very nice little woman.
Longarm lay back and let her gently draw the juices of his masculinity out of his body and into hers. He came with a sigh and a shuddering, pulsing flow, then closed his eyes and let sleep claim him. He didn’t even know when Angela left him. And if she bumped into any furniture on her way back to bed, well, this time she didn’t wake him.
Chapter 29
“Dang it, Miz Fulton, you’re in no condition to be lifting that heavy griddle. An’ believe me, you an’ Buddy don’t want to try eating what I’d cook. So you stay right there where you can get on with the business of mending while I go down to the cafe and fetch us back something. No, I ain’t gonna listen to no mumbling or fussing about this. My mind is made up on the subject.”
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
“In that case, Mr. Long, could I ask you for some tea today?”
“You don’t like coffee?”
“Not really.”
He’d been bringing coffee right along and had never thought to ask if she liked it. Hell, everybody liked coffee, right? Well, almost everybody. So tea it would be today. And coffee. The thought of starting the day with a dainty little old cup of dishwater tea instead of a good stout mug of coffee was too awful to contemplate.
“I’ll bring you some tea. What about you, Buddy?”
“Could I have a pork chop?”
“You can have as many of ‘em as you like. What’ll it be?”
