Leah chuckled and pressed her face to his for a moment, sucking Longarm’s lower lip into her mouth and running her tongue back and forth across it. She wriggled her belly against the bulge of his cock and hugged him. “Sweetheart, you only
“Honey, this here is one time I’d admire t’ be proved wrong. And one thing sure. I won’t do nothing t’ stop you from trying. So have you at it, ma’am. I am yours t’ drain dry.” He threw his head back and his arms wide in surrender, and closed his eyes as Leah had requested.
“Longarm, dear, you simply can’t know how much fun this is going to be for both of us. But I’m glad you are willing to find out.” She laughed again, and he felt the butterfly-light touch of her fingers tugging delicately at the buttons and buckles of his clothing.
Chapter 9
Longarm stretched, his teeth chattering as he contained a yawn. Damn, but he felt whipped. No doubt Leah did too. But, Lordy, she was one helluva woman. She could turn a man inside out and then wring him dry. Which Custis Long certainly was at the moment.
What he needed now, he figured, was a stiff drink— wasn’t anything else about him likely to be stiff again for a long while—and a full night’s sleep. At least that part should be easy enough to come by. It wasn’t hardly past dark yet.
“Where you goin’, Leah?” he asked as he felt her slide off the bed.
“Mmm, you’ll see, darling.” She sounded playful and still quite fresh even though she’d bucked and shuddered through her own powerful climaxes just as frequently as he had over the past several hours.
“C’mon back t’ bed an’ lemme sleep,” he mumbled. He rolled over and buried his face in one of the feather pillows. “Blow out the lamp when you come back, willya?”
Distantly he could hear Leah puttering around in the room. He could hear her footsteps, the click of crockery on china, the spill of water from the pitcher into a bowl. There was a pause, and then some other noises that he couldn’t quite identify beyond realizing that they had something to do with the water she’d just poured. Oh, well. He began to drift toward sleep, began to feel almost weightless, as if he were severing the connections with his own body and was
starting to float free above the rumpled, sweaty bed. The sensation was pleasant.
Leah returned to the bed. He sensed her presence standing over him. Not on her own side at all but standing on his side of the bed. Then she sat beside him. He could feel the mattress depress.
“Mmm-gumphhh.”
Leah laughed.