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She didn’t stop there. She kept moving until she had her knees planted into the mattress on either side of his head and her sweet pussy hovered over his mouth.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, exploring the soft, plump folds with his tongue, his lips. Scraping them lightly with his teeth before sucking on her clit and feeling her body quiver above him.
Her groans filled his ears.
They had gotten it down to a science where they could keep the noise down enough so no one walking by would realize anyone was in his room. Having a woman in his room was nothing new.
But it was who this woman was that would be the problem.
His room was right across from the kitchen at the very end of the corridor before The Barn’s “public” bathroom and the steel door separating the bunkhouse and church. A lot of traffic passed by his door. However, needing something in the kitchen was the perfect excuse for her if she did get caught. The sisterhood often raided it. Only not at this time of night.
She ground herself against his mouth, riding his face to the point he struggled to breathe, so he surged up and rolled her backward, following until she was flat on her back and he was sandwiched between her thighs with their heads now at the foot of the bed.
He dove face first into her pussy, her tang coating his lips, his tongue, his beard. Her aroused scent filling his nostrils.
Driving her fingers into his hair, she held the length out of his way, clutching it so tightly, it tugged sharply at his scalp.
Everything she gave him, he accepted.
Everything he gave her, she took.
He could either accept it or end it. But he couldn’t seem to make himself do the second.
So, he continued to do the first, driving her to the brink with his mouth and his fingers sliding in and out of her at a fast pace. Taking her there, giving her what she came for. Taking what he wanted along the way.
He couldn’t see it in his windowless, dark room, but he could experience it through his hearing and touch.
It usually didn’t take much for him to get her to orgasm the first time. It was like she already came to him primed and ready to go. Similar to his cock getting hard the instant his door opened, maybe it was the anticipation as she snuck into the quiet, dark bunkhouse so late at night.
Sometimes just the anticipation of whether the door would open or not made him rock hard. And when it did and the door didn’t, he had to take matters into his own hands.
As soon as her hips rose, her nails scraped along his scalp and her pussy smashed into his mouth, he knew she was there. Intense ripples engulfed the two fingers he had plunged deep inside her while he alternated flicking her clit with his tongue and sucking hard with his lips.
Once he slipped his fingers free, he kept his mouth on her and followed her as she melted back into the mattress, nothing but a soft satisfied sigh coming from her lips.
They weren’t done. Not even close.
He just needed to grab a wrap first. He assumed she was on birth control, but it was something among the many things they hadn’t discussed, so he wrapped it tight every time before sliding inside her.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him as he returned to the head of the bed. He didn’t have a nightstand, but instead a plastic storage bin with drawers next to the bed. He ripped open the top one and blindly pulled out a wrap, tearing the packaging open with his teeth and spitting it onto the floor. After pressing the latex disc to his throbbing, leaking head, he rolled it down his length.
The whole time he did so, he listened to make sure she wasn’t trying to escape his bed before he was done with her. While it hadn’t happened yet, one night it just might. That thought made him move quickly, making sure the wrap was secured before rolling back to where she waited for him.
Where she waited for him.
Relief swept through him when she didn’t seem to be in a rush tonight, unlike some other nights. On the nights she seemed to be in a hurry, he couldn’t even ask why.
Had it been a last minute decision to make the trek to the bunkhouse? Were there too many people still awake?
He gave up on getting the answers to his many questions. Or even asking typical questions he’d ask a woman he was about to have sex with, like, “You wanna be on top?”
So, unless she silently directed him with her hand or a nudge of her knee, he did whatever came as instinct.
