“I’m sorry,” Longarm said. He took his hat off and tossed it on the mirrored dresser on one side of the room.
Anna Marie slid toward him, letting the sheet fall even farther. “You will not make me go back over there, will you, Custis? I would much rather be with you.”
Longarm stepped over to the bed and reached down to cup her left breast. His thumb toyed with the erect nipple as he said, “I ain’t in the habit of kicking pretty women out of my bed unless they’re married or plan on killing me.”
She smiled up at him and leaned toward him a little so that more of her ample breast filled his hand. “I am not married, as you know, and as for killing you ... only the little death will we share tonight.”
Longarm had shared more than a few of those “little deaths” with a variety of willing women. He smiled as he reached for Anna Marie’s other breast. As he caressed the creamy globes, she threw her head back and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the way he kneaded the soft flesh and strummed the pebbled nipples with his thumbs.
With her eyes still closed, she reached out and clasped his thighs through his trousers. Her hands ran up his legs to his crotch, and she began to deftly unfasten the buttons of his fly with one hand while she used the other to trace the length and heft of his shaft, which was already hard and throbbing.
Longarm’s fingers squeezed harder on her breasts as Anna Marie delved inside his pants and freed his manhood. It jutted out from his groin, proudly erect. She closed both hands around it, and the heat of her grip made his hips surge forward a little. She tipped her head forward again and opened her eyes, staring in amazement at the pole of stiff flesh she was holding.
“Custis, you are a lot of man!” she exclaimed. She leaned forward, examining his maleness at closer range. Her tongue stole from her mouth to lick across her lips, and Longarm bit back a groan. She gave him a mischievous grin, then opened her lips wide and took him into her mouth.
Longarm put his hands on her shoulders to balance himself as she sucked him in, her lips closing tightly around the shaft. Her tongue circled the head in warm, wet swipes that made a shudder go through him. She slid over to the edge of the bed so that she wouldn’t have to stretch so far to reach him, and that enabled her to swallow even more of him. She reached around him with her right arm, her fingers grabbing hold of his butt to steady him, while her left hand dropped between her widespread legs. She grunted and sucked harder as she began to play with herself. He couldn’t stand much of this, Longarm knew. And satisfying as it no doubt would have been, he didn’t want to spend his climax in her mouth. When he felt it approaching, he gently pushed her back and slid his shaft out of her mouth. She made a little sound of disappointment.
That quickly turned to a squeal of delight as Longarm laid her down on the bed and put his hands on the insides of her thighs, spreading them even wider. The feminine folds were completely open to him now, and he saw drops of dew sparkling in the thick bush of red hair that covered her mound. He put his thumbs on each side of the slit and peeled the folds back even more as he bent his head between her thighs. His tongue speared into her, making her gasp and clutch at his head, tangling her fingers in his hair.
Her legs, bent far back at the knees, sawed back and forth, her thighs closing and opening against his ears, as he licked and sucked on her core. The opening was drenched, and searing heat rose from it as he explored it with his tongue. She cried out, scissoring her legs around his head once more, then pleaded, “Oh, Custis, now, please now!”
Longarm’s face was smeared with her juices as he lifted his head and began discarding his clothes haphazardly. In a matter of seconds, he was as naked as she was and moving over her. She reached down for his shaft and brought it to her opening, and with a powerful surge of his hips, he thrust into her. She gave a muffled scream, then reached up and twined her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hers. Their open mouths came together and her tongue dueled frantically with his. She had to be tasting her own juices, he thought as she licked frenziedly at his tongue and the inside of his mouth. He pumped into her, driving hard and fast.
Neither of them expected this part to last very long, and it didn’t. When Longarm felt his climax boiling up this time, he didn’t try to stop it. He just drove himself to the deepest point yet and held his shaft there as it began to spew his seed in throbbing spurts. He emptied everything of himself into her, filling her completely, and she was carried over the crest with him, bucking and surging beneath him as her head thrashed back and forth. He lifted himself on his hands and watched her through slitted eyes as he poured his climax into her. The tell-tale flush of her own culmination spread across her chest above the bobbing breasts.
Exhaustion washed over him in an inexorable tide. Barely able to keep himself from collapsing on top of her, he rolled to the side and sprawled on the bed next to her. For a few moments, he had forgotten how hot the nights could be here along the Rio Grande, but now he realized that he was covered with sweat and so was Anna Marie. As he tried to catch his breath, he said, “Wonder if we could ... get a tub of water up here ... so we could take a bath.”
“I think perhaps it could be arranged,” she said as she snuggled against his side and slid the palm of her hand over his chest and the flat stomach beneath it to the thicket of dark hair around his now-soft manhood. She leaned her head closer to him and her teeth nipped playfully at his ear. “I think we could even find a tub large enough for both of us to bathe at the same time.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” said Longarm. He grinned. “Saves water that way.”
Only, what with one thing and another, they splashed out a considerable amount of the water that was carried up in buckets by Mexican servants and dumped in the big tin tub the night clerk brought up. And Longarm wound up not getting to sleep until well after midnight.
But when he finally dozed off, he was scrubbed clean and so sated that he figured he might not ever want to make love again.
Thankfully, by morning he was over that feeling. In fact, he woke up wishing that Anna Marie was still beside him. But she had slipped out sometime far into the night to return to her own room at Kilroy’s. Just as well, Longarm told himself grumpily as he dragged out of bed and splashed clean water on his face from the basin on the dresser. He had work to do this morning.
The orders he had been given in Denver by Henry, Billy Vail’s clerk, stated that the American delegation headed by Franklin Barton would arrive this morning on a special stagecoach. Likewise, the coach carrying Don Alfredo Guiterrez and the other members of the Mexican delegation was supposed to be pulling into Ciudad Acuna, Del Rio’s sister city across the Rio Grande, by midday. Longarm felt fairly confident that Barton and the other diplomats from Washington would show up on schedule. He was less sure that the Mexicans would be on time. Mexico City was closer to the border than Washington, but the country in between was a lot rougher and had more potential for delays. Both groups knew they were supposed to meet at this hotel, so Longarm figured to stick fairly close unless circumstances warranted otherwise.
He shaved, put on a clean shirt, and went downstairs to have breakfast in the hotel dining room. The smell of coffee made him perk up, as did the sight of a buxom blond waitress in a starched apron. She hurried up to the table he had chosen and gave him a friendly smile as he sat down.