the mysteries of what she’s been guessing about all her life. It should have happened yesterday, but the sheriff interrupted that.”
“What about that sheriff? You going to be able to keep him jailed? I can’t believe, if this town is as crooked as you think it is, that somebody or other ain’t going to break him out. I don’t think they want you running around here loose.”
Longarm turned his head toward Davis so he could look him in the eye.
“Which means we had better get to smoking. Don’t ask Rebeccah no more leading questions. Stay away from the bandit business. See if you can find out what it would take to win her hand.”
Davis looked startled. “Now just a damn minute. I ain’t got no interest in getting married.”
“I didn’t say you had to actually marry her. See if she’ll put a figure on her bride price. Hell, work her a little. Pretend you are actually a good poker player and play her like you would a hand of cards. Act like you had good sense.”
Davis turned and started for his horse. He said, “I wouldn’t be going around talking about having good sense. Somebody is liable to ask you to trot yours out and show it.”
He stopped Hannah’s angry petulance by simply walking in the door and taking off her clothes. There were not that many to take off. All she was wearing was a blue cotton frock and a little shirtwaist with a slip on underneath. At first she had started to protest, but by the time he had her standing by the bed, pink and glowing and starting to tremble, her mouth was shut except for the quickened breathing that came through her slightly parted lips.
He stepped close to her and kissed her, only having to gently remind her with his tongue for her to open her mouth. After that she kissed him wetly and hungrily, probing with her own tongue and pressing her softness against him. Finally he took his mouth away from hers and began kissing her neck and ear and then her shoulders. Her breath was coming faster and faster. He dropped to his knees. Her breasts were just on a height even with his mouth. He took her nipples, one by one, into his mouth, putting his arms around her, caressing her smooth, firm buttocks. Now she was trembling and gasping. It was cool in the cabin, but her nipples and rosettes were much harder and more crinkled than just from the cold. He kissed the underside of her breasts, licking them, and then worked his way down her stomach to the very edge of the light brown, silky bush that flared up from the fat little mound that always reminded him of a quail breast.
She was rocking back and forth, tearing at his hair. She said, between gasps, “I want to … to see you. Take … off … your … clothes!”
He stood up and sat down on the side of the bed and ripped his boots off. Then he shucked his shirt and slipped down his jeans until they all lay on a pile on the floor. He stood up. Her eyes immediately went to his penis. Her eyes got round. She said, “Ooooh, it’s so big! Is that going in me?”
“Yes.”
She put out her hand. “Can I touch it?”
“All you want.”
For a moment she held it in both her soft little hands, moving it, feeling how stiff it was. Then hesitantly, she found his testicles and cradled them in her hands. He was having to grit his teeth. Her touch was as light as the end of a feather.
Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he took her by the shoulders and laid her across the bed, opening her legs wide. He lay down partly on top of her so that he could kiss her breasts and then her stomach and then the inside of her thighs. She instinctively pulled her knees up, exposing herself more readily to his mouth. He worked his way through the silken hairs until he found her clitoris buried in the wet, warm, pink flesh. As soon as his tongue touched it, she let out a little cry and arched her back. She said, “Eiiiiii! Ooooh! What’s that? What are you doing?”
He took her hand and guided it to the little bump and explained to her what it was. She said, between gasps, “Ohhhh, do that some more! Do it! Do it!”
He lowered his head, and was about to search for her clitoris with his tongue when she suddenly seized him by the head with both her hands, pulling his face deep into her warm, young vagina. As he found her clitoris, she began to rhythmically pump her hips against him, gradually raising her buttocks off the bed, arching her back, pumping faster and faster. In less than a moment she let out a high, keening cry and stayed frozen at the top of her arch, her hands pulling at his hair, her cry going higher and higher and louder and louder.
Then she suddenly collapsed. She lay still for a moment, her breathing heavy and hard. Gradually it slowed. He lay still, letting her savor the feeling. After a moment she said, “Oh, my. Oh, my. Oh, that was wonderful.”
He said, “It’s supposed to be.”
She found his arm with her hand and tugged him upward. She said, “I want to taste you. Come up here and let me see.”
He got up and knee-walked on the bed until he was in front of her face. He leaned down slightly as she raised up on one elbow. He was going to guide it into her mouth, but she suddenly darted forward with her lips parted and enveloped him. It amazed him how deep she could take him. But he had only a second to be amazed as she began to slide her lips back and forth and to work her tongue. He was gritting his teeth, holding on.
Finally he pulled away from her and turned her on her back and lay on top of her, kissing her mouth while he brought himself under control.
Finally he spread her legs with his and then made a forward thrust. It went deep inside her. She was so wet and so open that his penis did not have to be guided.
She said, “Oooooh!” and arched her back and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. With his hands he reached back and lifted her legs, showing her how to put them up and lock them around him.
As he began to move in and out of her, her breath began blowing louder and louder in his ear. He moved his body slightly so he could be sure his penis was sliding across her clitoris. As he made contact with her, she began to move faster and faster, her hands leaving his neck and clawing at his back. Her legs were so tight around his waist he thought she was going to squeeze him in two. She rose and fell, rose and fell with him. He could feel, by the heat of her body, that she was coming up, coming up, coming up higher and higher.
And then that foggy cloud drifted down behind his eyes as it always did, and all he was aware of was the feel of her, inside and out, and the sensations that were running through his body. And then he started climbing up that
