Chapter 16: A bed warmer
Abigail had just finished slipping the photograph back behind the pocket mirror
when she heard the sound of voices coming from the livery. Moving cautiously to
the window she peeked out. It was Green handing his pinto off to the liveryman.
He was heading toward the hotel. Hurriedly she placed the mirror in his war bag,
placed it in his bedroll and rolled it up.
Too late.
She could hear the lobby doorbell tinkle and the scrap of boots across the floor
. . . .
As Green opened the door to his room he caught the odor of perfume. Abigail was
lying on her back naked on his bed, her brown hair fixed in a tight bun. Her
dress was hanging over the wrought iron foot railing . . . .
She was wet and tight. She bit into the hard muscles of his shoulder, moaning as
he moved within her. His unshaven face reddened her breasts, causing her nipples
to rise as if they were seeking -- relishing -- punishment. He moved down her
belly parting the wiry, brown cunt hairs with the point of his tongue moving
slowly down the furrow of her slit, faster and harder as she moved her hips up
off the bed forcing his probing tongue deeper into her.
She gripped the back of his head with both hands holding him tightly to her. Her
heart was ripping away in her chest. She didn't know which she was feeling the
most, pain or pleasure. One moment she cried in pure agony, the next in almost
unbearable ecstasy.
Soon his cock was in her again, going in deeper. His mouth eager, wet and hot,
found hers. She murmured a smothered, liquid sound as their tongues entwined,
his tongue and cock filling her simultaneously. Constellations of stars exploded
behind her clenched eyelids.
Their sweat-slickened bodies strained and rocked on the wide bed. Her hands
moved over the hard muscles of his shoulders and down the rippling back to the
taut asscheeks, as if in a frantic effort to 'see' him by touch. Her hands went
to his neck pulling him to her as she forced her tongue farther into his mouth.
She pounded the edges of her fist against him, driving him on; she wanted to be
punished for betraying him. She bit deeply into his lower lip; she could taste
blood. He slapped her, again harder. She gave a deep-throated laugh which he
covered with a forceful kiss that smothered her. Unrelenting she fought back
scrapping him with her sharp nails which only increased the vigor of his thrust
in her.
He pounded into her with the ferocity of a wild man, bringing her to the edge --
and over so intensely that she cried out, her long fingers locked in his thick
hair.
And afterwards there was only the rapid motion of firm breasts rising and
falling beneath sweaty palms, the sound of heavy breathing and rain pelting the
window, a distant murmur of thunder.
