His breathing had barely returned to normal after the first passions of greeting were spent. Now Leah was wanting to start all over again? He sure as hell hoped so. In fact, if she hadn’t been the one to suggest it, he would’ve.
She was freshly bathed this evening, and smelled of soap and scented powder and a particularly delicate perfume fragrance. Her hair smelled as clean as her flesh, and her body was silky smooth and carefully shaven. Or plucked, however it was she managed to keep herself bald down there. Whatever the method, and however odd the appearance, the overall effect seemed worth the trouble. It gave an impression of extraordinary cleanliness. Felt nice too, by damn.
“Shall I whisper to the sleeping giant, dear, and see if I can arouse him?”
“Feel free, ma’am,” Longarm said with a wink.
Leah sat upright, bending to give him another kiss. Then she moved slowly down, dragging her nipples across his body. Once she reached his waist she stopped and lowered herself to the bed again, spooning herself to him face-to- belly while she lay on her side. He could feel her breath hot on his damp cock. If the purpose of this was simple arousal, well, she’d already managed that much and more. He was hard as marble again, as wound up and ready as a boy in his teens sniffing after his first piece.
Fortunately the lady had more in mind than arriving at a hard-on.
She sighed happily as she leaned forward and began to run her tongue lightly up and down his shaft.
Longarm groaned and shifted slightly, rolling onto his side to make himself more comfortable. As if it might be possible to be any more comfortable than this. He smiled.
Leah’s hairless pubis was there in front of him only inches from his eyes. He gave it a good looking over,
and decided he still couldn’t figure out if she shaved her bush or plucked it. The skin of it was soft and smooth. Moisture glistened in the lamplight where it seeped from the pink folds of her pussy.
And there were some things a woman might fake, but not this. Longarm could see Leah’s own growing arousal in the way the lips of her snatch pulsed and fluttered and grew ever more wet as she licked and nibbled and sucked on his cock.
He could feel the heat of her mouth surround him and draw him inside her. He could see the responses of her body there before him.
It was interesting, he thought. And a damned friendly thing to do too. He chuckled, feeling suddenly very fond of this woman, and grateful to her for reminding him of what a woman could and should be. He closed his eyes then and leaned forward himself just a little. There wasn’t very much needed. His tongue found the spot he wanted, and he felt Leah go loose and melt all the closer to him once they were locked head-to-crotch with each other in a French sixty-nine.
Leah was clean and smelled of jasmine, and her flesh tasted sweet. He nuzzled the pink, tender places, found the tiny button he wanted, and began to concentrate on it. The warm body that was pressed against his stiffened as the tensions rose inside her. Then with a loud cry of release she spasmed, clamping her thighs tight together and arching her back. Longarm waited until she was done with the overwhelming sensations, then gave her a brief, loud kiss on the cunt and lay back so Leah could concentrate on things at her end. Or his, depending on how one wanted to look at it.
If he thought she was good before, he hadn’t known the half of it. It was as if Leah had been turned loose of all restraints. As if she wanted to prove herself the best there ever was.
She was like a great, hot, eager cat. Sucking. Touching. Taking Longarm deep into herself and holding him there.
Drawing on him so hard it was as though she wanted to keep him there once she got him where she wanted.
Longarm made no effort to guide her. But then he didn’t need to. Leah knew his body better in some ways than he thought he did. She knew, and she was not shy about using her knowledge. She played his cock and his balls and all the nearby nerve endings like a superb musician might play a fine instrument. She built him until the intensity of his pleasure approached the fine line that separates pleasure from pain, until Longarm himself was not sure if what he was feeling was one or the other, until he knew only that he wanted this to last forever even if it was pain he was receiving.
Nothing lasts forever. Not even pleasure. Especially not pleasure. He exploded. He convulsed, his legs and belly contracting with the power of the ejaculation, and jets of hot fluid spewed out of him into Leah’s own heat.
He cried out, and she was there to pet and soothe and comfort him. He hadn’t even realized that she’d left his cock, but now she was bent over him, her eyes wide and moist and caring, and she was smiling as she ran a hand over his cheek and smoothed the hair back from his forehead and dragged a fingertip along the sweeping flow of his mustache, first on one side and then the other.
“Nice?” she asked.
“Don’t you never do that t’ anybody old,” he said.
“What?”
‘Takes a healthy heart t’ not explode from anything that powerful.” He winked at her. “Course it’d be a helluva way to go. Worth it.”
She laughed and kissed the ball of her thumb and transferred it onto his lips. “Can I get you anything?”
“What’d you have in mind?” .
“Whatever you want. Personally, I’m hungry. I didn’t go out for supper this evening. I was afraid I might miss you if you came. Now I’m famished. I thought I’d ring down and have a late supper brought up. You’re welcome to join me.”
“Couldn’t do that without people knowing you had a visitor,” he said.
Leah smiled and shrugged. “Dear Longarm, my reputation could hardly be tarnished any further. And I earned every bit of it too. So don’t worry about that. Now what would you like? A steak dinner with all the trimmings?”
“What will you be having?”
“Green salad, a little fruit, perhaps a pastry.”
He made a face.
“Steak for you, dear, lettuce for me.” She left the bed, her movements lithe and sure, and tugged the bellpull, then reached for her dressing gown. Longarm got up too. This best room in the hotel was nice and it was good-sized, but it wasn’t any suite. Anybody at the door would get a good look at the bed too. He had time to dress before a sleepy-looking bellboy showed up.
Leah gave their meal order, and asked for a carafe of coffee and a magnum of champagne to be brought up while the food was being prepared.
“Carafe, mum?” the bellboy asked. “I thought that was a animal with a long neck.”
“A carafe is a covered pot, son, something to keep the coffee warm in.”
“Oh, that kinda carafe. Yes, mum, I’ll get you one right up.”
“Thanks.”
Past Leah’s shoulder the boy gave Longarm a look of blatant envy before he wheeled and trotted off about his duties. Longarm waited until he was gone, then winked at Leah. “What you wanta bet he has wet dreams about you for the next six months?”
“Only six months?” she exclaimed. “That’s insulting. Wait until he comes back. I’ll let my gown fall open. About, oh, this much?”
“Hussy,” he said with a laugh.
“Indeed I am, you lucky man.”
“Indeed I am that,” he agreed.
Leah went to the dressing table and began brushing her hair. Longarm pulled out a cheroot and lighted it. “You said you didn’t go t’ supper for waiting for me? How’d you know I’d show up?”