Page 25 of August and the Night

I shift slightly as I feel the urge to relieve my bladder grow more insistent. I try to extricate myself from August's firm embrace, but his hold on me tightens, and a low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest.

"Stay," he murmurs in a voice that's both commanding and slightly muffled from sleep. The sound sends shivers down my spine and makes my cheeks heat up.

I hesitate, torn between my pressing need and his firm grip. With a nervous swallow, I say softly, my voice barely more than a whisper, "August, I really need to use the bathroom."

His grip reluctantly loosens, and he releases me with a grumble, his displeasure evident in his expression. I carefully slip out of his arms and manage to sit up on the edge of the bed, my face flushing even more as I realize how intimate our previous position had been.

"Go," he mutters, his gaze following me as I stand up, a mixture of irritation and something else I can't quite decipher in his eyes.

I offer him an apologetic smile, feeling embarrassed at the situation. "I won't be long," I assure him before making my way to the bathroom, my steps quickened by the pressing need in my bladder.

As I close the bathroom door behind me, I can't help but laugh softly to myself. Who would have thought that August was so clingy in the mornings?

After tending to my needs and returning to the bed, I find August waiting, his arms ready to envelop me once again. I get back into the bed, my back against his front, and his arms securely wrapped around my body. The heat of his back against me is making me feel a little dizzy. He's shirtless, and his abs, covered with a dusting of hair, are pressed hard against me.

My voice takes on a slightly nervous tone as I feel desire course through my veins. "August, you know, this is the first time we've slept together," I admit.

I can feel his gaze bore into the back of my head, and a sudden tension seems to hang in the air between us, charged with hot lust. In response to my statement, something hard presses against my backside, leaving me flustered and my heart racing.

His lips brush against my ear, his voice a low, heated whisper. "No, it's not," he murmurs, the words laced with a tantalizing promise, "but trust me, when it is, your voice will be too hoarse to utter those words."

I feel my cheeks flame as I quickly correct myself and tell him that I meant sharing the bed, but my explanation seemingly falls on deaf ears. His arms, cradling my flat stomach, move upwards, dangerously close to my aching breasts.

He moves one hand upwards, passing gently over my breasts, like a whisper, before he wraps it around my neck and uses it as leverage to pull me even closer to his sculpted body. “Do you feel me, little dove?” He whispers in my ear, his morning voice enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my head without a single touch.

I know he's referring to his hardness that is pressing on my backside. I push myself back more into his hips, trapping his member between our bodies, and he lets out a hum in my ear. I nod in answer to him as I feverishly rock my hips, dying to feel a friction only he can provide.

Immediately, his hand on my throat tightens, and his arm is removed from my torso and is instead used to hold my hips roughly. The bite of pain makes a moan escape my throat, and I feel his smile on my hair.

“Words, little dove,” He orders roughly, and I wet my dry lips before mumbling, “Yes, I feel it, August.”

I feel his lips kiss my neck before his teeth sink into it, soothing it with his tongue after the rough bite. His breath tickling my ear is making me lose my mind.

“Do you like how it’s pressed against you, Layla?” He coos sultrily, and I force myself to speak and not just nod, fighting my shyness. “I love it, but please—" I begin before hesitancy takes control and makes the words I was about to say lodge in my throat.

In an instant, August uses his powerful strength to trap me under his solid body, pinning my arms above my head, placing his knee against my aching pussy, and his face inches away from mine. Anger and arousal are mixed on his face as he roughly tells me, “Every inch of my body is yours, just like every inch of yours is mine. I am the only man who will ever satisfy you, so if you want something from me, it is your right to ask for it.”

I look up at his beautiful features and take a deep breath to steady myself before uttering, “Please, August, I want more. I want to cum.” My eyes never meet his as I tell him of my darkest desires, and he leans in to kiss me.

His lips bite my own, and his tongue sucks mine. I do my best to match his pace, and he hums approvingly.

He hastily removes his shirt that I am wearing, leaving me entirely naked underneath. His eyes roam all over my body, and insecurity eats away at me. I would have covered myself with my hands if he didn’t have them pinned.

“No panties, little dove? Are you trying to make it easy for your man?” He asks with a laugh, and I do not think it is physically possible for me to get any redder. I look away from him, my breaths coming out in short, and uneven pants, heavily affected by my embarrassment and mingled desire, by him.

“No need to be embarrassed, I love every single part of you,” He says, and he holds my arms up with one hand and sneaks the other down to caress my body. “I love these perky tits,” he whispers as his hand squeezes my small flesh, I arch my back and let out a moan, the desire becoming too much to handle.

“These rosy nipples,” He says as he tugs on them in turn, I suck in a breath as I feel a jolt straight to my clit every time he tugs on them. He leans down and takes each one in his mouth after a particularly rough pinch, as if soothing them.

His hand reaches my pale stomach, and he moves his fingers gently all around it, making me feel ticklish and try to squirm away. He chuckles slightly, and not being able to touch him starts to grate on my nerves.

“Please, August. Let go of my hands, I want to touch you.” I beg, and he slowly lets go of my arms, whispering with his lips pressed to my stomach, “The day that I won’t yield to these pleas will never come, little dove.”

I melt, my hands immediately starting to play with his hair as he kisses all over my stomach, even dipping his tongue into my belly button, startling me slightly.

He trails his kisses all the way down to the top of my mound, placing gentle kisses on my shaven skin before dipping lower, and making out with my pussy lips. His tongue licks my slit, rolling around my opening and flicking my clit quickly. I cannot stop the scream that comes out of my mouth as he puts his mouth around my entire cunt and sucks hard. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I hold his hair tighter; he moans, enjoying my reaction.

As I cum, he licks me gently, helping me ride the orgasm that got me cross-eyed. He isn’t done with me yet though; he climbs back up my body, and I sigh dreamily as I feel his weight press me down on the bed again.

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