Page 51 of August and the Night

He takes dominating strides towards me putting his hands around my face and kissing me gently. Then, he trails kisses down my neck, sucking my skin and biting it as well. Like lightening, we quickly undress each other. Dying to feel skin against skin.

He put his fingers in my mouth before ordering me to suck and I do, he uses his fingers that are now lubricated with saliva to finger me, his thumb rolling my clit in expert motions that make my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He keeps on going till I cum on his fingers, and he slowly pulls them out of my hot heat, using my juices to jerk off for a minute before he lines himself up with my entrance. He pushes home and we both groan in pleasure, we fit perfectly, like we are made for each other. He carries me, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs around his ass. He uses his astounding strength to bounce me on his cock, fucking me while he is standing and holding me up.

His amazing show of his strength makes my pussy clench tighter around him and he grunts. He continues bouncing me up and down on his cock, but this time he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard as my small tits shake in his face.

This, along with my clit rubbing against is abs is enough to get me to cum around his cock, screaming his name. After a couple more bounces, he follows right after me. Shooting his warm load inside of me.

He puts me down, and we both take deep breaths, trying to steady ourselves after our rough session. We enjoyed every minute of it.

After a moment, August carries me to the bathroom, proceeding to run a bath for the both of us. A smile makes its way to my lips as I see him setting the water temperature exactly the way I like it, even if it scorches him. He also uses my favorite scent of bubble soap, gardenia.

As we ease into the bath, the water envelops us in warmth, and the tension that had lingered between us seems to melt away. August's touch is gentle as he brushes his fingers along my shoulders, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

His voice is low, carrying a weight of sincerity as he speaks, "Being with you, Layla, it's like some of that darkness that's been haunting me for so long starts to lift."

I turn to face him, his eyes capturing mine in an unbreakable gaze. "And you, August, you chase away all my demons. You help set me free."

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, his expression tender. He runs a hand through my hair, the touch gentle and affectionate. "You're the light that breaks through the shadows, Layla."

Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, the gesture fills with an unspoken promise of protection and support. I shift closer, running my fingers through the scruff of his facial hair, the touch both intimate and comforting.

"Thank you, August," I whisper, my voice sincere and filled with appreciation. "For being here with me, for helping me heal."

His response is a whisper against my skin, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks, "Thank you for letting me in, Layla. For giving my life some color."

40

August

I awaken to find her naked form snuggled beside me, my arms wrapped tightly around her. I play with her long wavy hair, and she stirs, looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. A big smile spreads across her face as she reciprocates, hugging me back.

"Are you feeling okay? Sore?" I rasp in her ear, my voice rough from sleep. She giggles slightly, her hand playing with my beard. "Just a little sore," she responds, still smiling contentedly. "This feels really good." She purrs, referring to my facial hair.

A deep laugh rumbles in my chest, and I ask her, "Do you think I should shave it?" She immediately shakes her head, whispering roughly, "I will kill you. I love how it feels when you kiss me." I nod in acknowledgment, still chuckling.

"This is the best morning ever," she says, and I feel a sense of satisfaction.

I hate to admit it to myself, but I love this. This isn't supposed to be real, and I shouldn't like it or crave it, but I do, and it consumes me.

"It really is, my love," I whisper in her ear. The delicate strands of Layla's hair flowed through my fingers like silk, a sensation that sent a gentle wave of warmth through my chest.

The scent of beach and sun fills the room. Layla's eyes are closed, a serene smile gracing her lips, as my touch traces patterns through her hair.

Her fingers intertwine with mine, and it is as if a subtle current of connection passes between us, sending a jolt through our bodies, it seems like we will never be immune to even the simplest touches from each other. Her presence beside me, her fingers brushing against mine, made my unwilling heart beat faster.

Breaking the silence that enveloped us, I murmur softly, my voice barely audible. "What do you think we should do today?" The knowledge of our impending departure hung in the air – our flight back home was just a couple of hours away.

It feels like time is slipping through my fingers, each moment more precious than the last.

Layla's eyes flicker open, and a playful glint dances in her gaze as she looks at me. "I vote for more lounging right here," she replies, her tone playfully teasing. “I think just lounging lazily on the beach is best before we head back to the cold."

A chuckle escapes my lips, and I give her hand a gentle squeeze, our fingers still intertwined. "Your idea has merit," I admit, a fond smile curving my lips. “Soaking up more sun before we head back is a good idea."

Layla's eyebrow arch in mock skepticism. "Sunbathing, huh?"

I nod, a grin tugging at my lips. "Why not? The weather is perfect, and it could be a nice change of pace."

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