“Mirim?”
“Guaranteed, darling. Why, I daresay I shall have you so limp and ruined that you’ll not be able to walk out of here
before midnight. It won’t be until tomorrow that you return to normal.”
“Pretty lady, you an’ I both know that such a thing ain’t humanly possible. But I sure got t’ admire your spunk. If awards are ever given out for ambition, I bet you take first prize.”
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 think I’m exaggerating.”
“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.
“Hey!” Longarm came upright with a leap as something cold and wet blanketed his face and damned near smothered him.
“It’s all right, dear,” Leah soothed, pulling the washcloth away. She grinned. “Surely you didn’t think you were going to go to sleep on me so soon, darling. Why, we’ve barely begun here.”
“You can’t mean that,” he said.
“But of course I can. Trust me.” She pushed on his chest, guiding him back down onto the bed. She bathed his face and neck with the wet, chilly cloth, then plumped the pillow behind his neck. “Trust me,” she repeated with a smile.
“You woke me up,” he said accusingly.
“But of course, darling. How else could I make this lovely thing hard again so we can fuck some more? Gracious, dear, you’d be no use to me asleep. Now would you?” she asked in a gay, teasing voice. She bent forward again, bathing his throat and upper chest. “Trust me.”
“Oh, I do that well enough, I s’pose. But you’re flogging a dead horse if you think you can get another rise outta that limp thing down there. You’ve plumb worn it out, honey, and I won’t get no more use out of it, nor you won’t neither, until I’ve had some rest here. Which is what I was tryin’t’ do when you went an’ woke me up.”
“Trust me,” she insisted.
Longarm shrugged and made no effort to stop her.
Leah dunked the washcloth into the basin to wet it again, and twisted most of the fresh, really quite cold water out of it. She washed his chest and stomach. “Does that feel nice?”
“So-so,” he said. “Mostly it just wakes me up.”
“Trust me.”
She bathed his cock and balls perfunctorily, spending no more time there than she had on his belly, then moved on to his legs and his feet. She took her time washing between his toes, much more time there in fact than she had on his pecker. He wasn’t at all interested in screwing again and wouldn’t be for hours, but even so he found that imbalance of attention slightly disconcerting. If nothing else, though, he conceded, he was damn sure awake now. Her attentions had certainly done that much.
“Roll over, dear.”
He did as she asked, and Leah bathed the backs of his legs, then moved up beside his head and started down his neck and back. Finally only his butt remained unwashed. He started to roll onto his back again, but Leah stopped him.
“Not yet, dear.”
“I know. Trust you.”
“Exactly,” she said cheerfully. He could hear her dipping the cloth in the basin again, and then she began cheerfully washing his ass. “Perfectly clean all over,” she said when she was finally done.
“Well, I’m glad you’re happy ’bout it. Can I go t’ sleep now?”
“Longarm! Really! Tru—”
‘Trust me,” he said, finishing the often-repeated phrase in unison with her.
Leah patted him, and left the bedside to return the basin and cloth to the washstand in the comer. She came back to the bed and stood there for a moment while she unpinned her hair and let it fly loose with a shake of her pretty head. “Close your eyes, darling. No, don’t roll over, please. I want you on your stomach. I’ll tell you when to change. Thank you, dear.”
Longarm was wide awake now. And mildly curious as to what Leah had in mind even though he wasn’t at all interested in getting it up again yet.
He felt nothing. Heard nothing. Leah might have left the room, except he would have heard her if she’d moved. What the hell, he decided. Maybe he could go to sleep now after all. Then he felt... moth wings fluttering above him? A cool and gentle breeze? What? It was so light, so delicate that he wasn’t honestly sure. At first he couldn’t even be positive that he was feeling anything at all. Then ...
Leah moved, and the tip ends of her hair brushed softly over his back and down to his waist. Barely in contact at first, then more fully so that he could feel and identify what she was doing.
The sensation was interesting. Not arousing, certainly, but interesting in an odd sort of way. He yawned.
The touch of her hair became firmer as she bent lower. Then another sensation was added to it somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulder blades. Something warm. And moist. Her tongue, he decided. Yeah, he could feel it now. She was licking his back. It kinda tickled. And then went away completely. He was getting sleepy again now. Might have t’ go to sleep now even if Leah did want him t’ try again. Might have to ...