“Reckon I’d better just show you what I like,” he said.
They found an even smaller glade about seventy-five yards from the clearing where Catamount Jack slumbered peacefully. Longarm was a mite doubtful about leaving the older man there alone when a monster was supposed to be prowling the countryside, but Lucy assured him her father would wake up if the mules began raising a ruckus. And knowing mules the way he did, Longarm was sure no wild beast, not even one that was half-man, could come anywhere around without the mules pitching a fit.
There was only a tiny patch of moonlight in the glade, but it was enough for Longarm to watch appreciatively as Lucy pulled the buckskin shirt over her head and dropped it on the ground. Her breasts were gentle mounds crowned with dark, surprisingly large nipples. She took off her boots and slipped her buckskin trousers down around her hips, leaving herself naked. “The night air’s cold,” she said softly. “You’ll have to keep me warm, Custis.”
Longarm had brought along two more buffalo robes that Lucy had taken from the packs. He spread one of them on the ground. The other one they could pull over them. He had to shed his clothes first, though, so he hung his hat on a nearby bush and took off his coat.
“Let me,” Lucy said, stepping closer to him. She reached out for the buttons of his vest and shirt.
Just looking at her while she was dressed, a fella might have thought it had been a while since she had gotten seriously acquainted with some soap and water. Now, though, divested of the smelly buckskins, she smelled clean and sweet, and Longarm wanted to plunge his face into her blond hair and breathe deeply of its fragrance.
He settled for standing there and looking at her as she commenced to undress him. She quickly removed his vest and shirt. Then her fingers moved to the buttons of his trousers. He was already hard and ready, and she made a little noise in her throat as she ran her palm over his groin, feeling the length and heft of him.
“My, oh, my, Custis,” she said in a half-whisper. “I was right about you. I figured you for a big man.”
“Was it my ears or my feet that gave it away?” he asked.
Lucy laughed. “Shoot, I don’t put any stock in those old stories. I look in a man’s eyes. I liked what I saw in yours, Custis, and I’m not just talking about this.” She gave him another quick squeeze as she finished unbuttoning his pants.
Longarm gave her a hand, and it didn’t take them long to get his trousers and boots off him. That left him in his summer-weight long underwear; autumn wasn’t far enough advanced to switch to the heavier undergarments yet. Lucy peeled them off him, letting his erect shaft spring free. She reached for it with both hands this time, trapping it in her soft, warm grip.
Longarm’s hips instinctively flexed forward as Lucy wrapped her fingers around him. She sank down to the buffalo robe, still holding on to him. Longarm had no choice but to go with her.
As if he would have rather been anywhere else at this moment!
The night air was chilly, as she had said, but Longarm didn’t really notice it. The heat from Lucy was more than enough to warm him. She drew him down on the robe beside her, then released him to reach for the other robe. As she spread it over them, she twisted around so that her face was pressed against his belly. Her tongue licked out into the mat of hair that covered most of the front of his torso, tracing a wet, white-hot trail across his stomach and abdomen to his groin. The top of her blond head bumped teasingly against his erection.
It was damned dark underneath that buffalo robe, but Longarm could smell the musk of her core as it moistened in anticipation. He reached out, touched the smooth flesh of her thighs. They parted, allowing him to run his fingertips over the even softer inner surfaces, moving closer and closer to the center of her. He felt her breath against his shaft, and her lips closed over the tip of the iron-hard rod at the same time as his fingers found the wet, fiery velvet of her slit. He slid two fingers into her, her muscles gripping them and pulling them deeper.
What she was doing to him with her lips and tongue was more than a solo on the French horn; it was a whole damned symphony. Longarm groaned as she opened her mouth even wider and took in more of him. She cupped his sac with one hand and rolled the tender little orbs back and forth, then used a fingertip to trace the little ridge of flesh beyond it. Longarm wanted to repay the oral favor she was bestowing on him. He leaned closer to her, parted her lower lips with his fingers, and began kissing and licking her, throwing in an occasional thrust into her with his tongue that rapidly became maddening to her. Lucy’s hips pumped back and forth, and he could feel her hot breath coming more quickly on his shaft as she laved it with her tongue.
He wasn’t sure how long the two of them drove each other crazy that way, but a fella couldn’t go on like that all night. Finally, when he knew he couldn’t stand much more, he reached for her shoulders and pulled her around so that they were facing each other again, even though they couldn’t see each other in the dark. Longarm felt a sharp sensation of loss when she took her mouth away from his groin, but it was worth it when she began kissing him. Her legs straddled him, and neither one of them had to reach around and tuck him into her. It went in as natural as you please, as if it was meant to be there. Lucy settled back, filling herself with him, and she gasped against his mouth as the tip of his shaft butted against the very end of her passage. He was as deep in her as anyone could possibly go.
Her hips began to pump again. His organ slid in and out of her, and though she had been wet to start with, in a few moments she was well and truly drenched. She was breathing rapidly, and Longarm’s pulse was pounding a mile a minute too. He lifted his head and found one of her nipples with his mouth. The nub of flesh was extremely erect. Longarm sucked it between his lips and ran his tongue along the corona of pebbled flesh surrounding it. Lucy gave a soft little cry.
She grabbed his shoulders as if she was holding on for dear life when her climax gripped her a moment later. Maybe she was afraid that otherwise the power of it would wash her away. Her spasming set Longarm off, and he lifted his hips from the buffalo robe to drive himself all the way into her again. Shudder after shudder shook him as he emptied himself into her in scalding bursts. Seconds drew out into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days.
“The little death,” Longarm had heard it called. It would sure as hell do until the real thing came along.
He slumped back after his final convulsion had seized him. Every muscle in his body—well, nearly every muscle—was limp. Lucy seemed to be pretty much the same way. She had collapsed on his chest, and he could feel her heart thudding against him. She took in great breaths of air. Longarm knew how she felt. It seemed like a month since he’d had any air in his lungs.
After a few minutes, Longarm was able to speak again. “Reckon we’re gonna live?” he asked.
“I … I don’t know. I reckon I could … die happy … right about now … ‘cept for one thing.”
“What’s that?”
