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One leg at a time, August maneuvered me into another position. My ankles were held in place by his right hand. He pushed forward slightly, closing my legs.
“Yessssss.”
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
The sound of us was intoxicating.
“Fuck.”
August’s low growls ignited another fire within me. My body began to tingle all over. My breathing became more shallow and more unpredictable with each stroke until finally it stopped. And so did everything around me.
“I’m ’bout to let off,” August announced as his thrusts grew harder and slightly more rapid.
“I’m cumming,” I announced, unsure of what was truly happening around me.
My eyes were shut, and my mind was one-tracked.
On him.
On us.
“Shit, Ti.”
“Ahhhhhh, yessssss.”
I splintered.
He removed himself from my slit. He replaced his dick with his fingers, prolonging my orgasm.
Warm semen coated my stomach and chest. Each time my belly caved from deep inhales, it sank.
Unable to move.
Unable to think.
Unable to comprehend.
Unable to speak.
I placed a hand on my forehead to confirm my existence. I had to make sure this wasn’t another one of those dreams that ended with August in my bed. There hadn’t been many, but I enjoyed every time he visited me in my sleep.
Four dreams.
A thousand daydreams.
Though the number of times during the day that I’d played scenarios in my head that involved August was inaccurate, it felt like much more than it truly had been.
A hot towel and another round found me. Then, a long shower full of the exploration of each other’s bodies followed. Finally, I dozed off with August’s arms wrapped around me, happy that I hadn’t lost my life before experiencing such bliss.
6:08a
I pulled my eyelids apart, dreading the discovery of my fate. Sighing, I patted the space behind me. My predictions were confirmed.
