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“Fuck,” he gasps out for like the twentieth time since we started. His thrusts speed up, so I accelerate my bouncing. “Yes, girl. Fuck, yes. You’re… so… good.” He lets out a low, wordless exclamation just before he freezes.
I remember he needs to pull out, so I lift my hips. He grabs his cock and squeezes it as he comes all over my chest and belly.
I admit it.
I’m kind of proud of that too.
It takes him a few minutes to recover, longer than I expect based on our experience yesterday evening. He lies limply, sucking in air as his body visibly relaxes, softens.
I stay where I am since his eyes are still moving all over me.
But I’m really out of breath, and my thighs are tired, and I want to wash off his semen and put my gown back on.
So finally I climb off him and then off the bed. I clean up and grab my gown, pulling it over my head.
He’s watching me as I push my hair out of my face.
“What?” I ask, immediately self-conscious.
“Those thighs got some hardcore endurance, girl.”
I giggle, from both surprise and pleasure. “I’ve done a lot of yoga in my life.”
“Yoga, huh?” He’s not smiling, but he’s not quite asunsmiling as normal, if that makes sense. “Good to know.”
“Shit,” I say, rolling my hips.
“What? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. Just need to pee again now.”
He nods toward the small room with the nonfunctioning toilet and shower. “You can use the pot in there, or you can go down to the tent.”
I make a face.
“Those are your choices.”
“I know,” I tell him with a frown, forgetting I’m supposed to always make him happy. “But that doesn’t mean they’re goodchoices. I’d rather use the tent, but it’s dark, and I don’t want to go outside by myself.”
“No way in hell you’re goin’ out in the dark by yourself.” He’s hefting himself up, tucking his cock back in his underwear. “Don’t you even think ’bout doin’ that. Not ever.”
“Okay. I won’t.”
It looks like he’s planning to go down with me, which is a huge relief. This is confirmed when he grabs his jeans from the floor and tugs them on.
“You frozen or somethin’?” He gives me a confused glance. “We goin’ down or not?”
“Oh. Sorry.” I grab a thin sweater that’s as long as a bathrobe and tie it closed over my gown. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He still looks confused.
“For taking me down instead of making me use the pot.”
There’s maybe—maybe—a quick flicker of his lips in the semblance of a momentary smile. “Nothin’ to make a deal about.” He pauses before he adds, “I gotta go too.”
The next day follows in a similar way. Levi goes to the river first thing. I don’t even ask to join him. Then there’s breakfast. The morning meeting. And then everyone disperses for the day’s duties.
I hang out with Jen as she does laundry in the morning, and she shows me how to use the washboard. I practice on a few pieces of Levi’s clothes from the hamper upstairs.
