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“I’ma do better, Ti.”
August’s words touched me in places that had never been discovered. New feelings sprouted as he continued.
“I’ma figure this shit out. Figure you out. Figure us out. No excuses. No running. No hiding. Putting all my shit out on the line. Battered. Bruised. Unsure. Lost. Confused. I’m here. I’m yours. And, I’m not trying to go nowhere.”
“Just be here. Just keep trying. I’m not blind. I see you. I see what you're capable of. I see what we can be. I can’t get us there alone. I need your help.”
“You have it.”
I exited the shower with August hot on my trail. I wrapped the towel around his body before securing the second one around mine. His protests were in vain. He was the priority tonight. I had an entire lifetime to be the priority. I’d make sure of it. For now, August needed everything I had to offer him.
We entered the bedroom, both appreciative of the small heater I turned on as we headed for the bathroom. While the rest of my home felt like the inside of a fridge, we were in the furnace.
I shut off the heat, knowing we’d regret it in a few minutes. The vanity was my next stop. I slathered lotion on my limbs and began sliding my hands up and down my arms. I stood to do the same for my legs. My towel gave out, pooling around my ankles.
“Ti.”
I turned to find August standing in front of me.
His hand around my neck.
His lips on mine.
His fingers pressed against my clit.
His tool touching my leg.
“August,” I moaned.
My body collapsed. My knees met the floor. My mouth widened, and I took him into my mouth. I’d been starving for his dark skin on my tongue.
“Shit, baby.”
August rested a hand on the back of my head. Slowly, he guided himself into my mouth.
Over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
“Urghhhhh.”
Saliva pooled in my mouth as I tried accommodating his length. I failed.
“That’s it, Ti.”
Over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
