Page 44 of August and the Night

I hesitate for a moment, considering whether she needs some rest after the journey. But then, I realize there's no denying her anything – not after everything that has passed between us.

"Sure, let's go," I reply, the corners of my lips turning up in response to her enthusiasm.

As Layla disappears into the bedroom to change, my mind is filled with images of how I'm going to take her in every crevice of this cabin; my desire for her is already so intense. When she emerges, however, the anticipation shifts into something else entirely.

She stands before me in a sad excuse for a bikini, just a couple of strings covering her private areas and small curves. Gritting my teeth, I growl lowly, my eyes narrowing on her. "Layla, change," I command, my tone firm.

She furrows her brows, a stubborn glint in her eyes as she defies me with a stomp of her foot. "No, August."

I grunt disapprovingly, the tension between us simmering as I step out of the cabin, making a quick phone call. When I return, I inform her that she can wear it, her victorious smile practically taunting me. She dons a cover-up, her determination to spite me clear as she heads towards the beach.

However, as she reaches the beach, her smile falters at the emptiness. Her shocked gaze meets mine, and she questions, "Did you really reserve a section of the beach just for us?"

I offer a smirk, my eyes locking onto hers as I reply, "This is my resort, Layla. I do whatever I want."

Drawing close to her, I lean in, my voice a low whisper that sends shivers down her spine. "No one looks at you so scantily dressed but me. Every inch of you is mine, and I won't allow anyone to ogle at what is mine."

Her breath catches in her throat as I assert my claim over her, the tension between us reaching a crescendo. As my words sink in, Layla's cheeks flush a deep shade of red, her chest heaving with anger. A charged energy crackles between us. I hold her gaze, my own resolve unwavering despite the fire in her eyes.

"You look like you need to cool off," I remark, a hint of amusement lacing my voice. Before she can react, I swiftly move, my arms wrapping around her waist as I effortlessly lift her over my shoulders. Ignoring her sputtering protests, I sprint towards the beach.

Her anger quickly transforms into fits of giggles, the jostling motion and unexpected turn of events breaking through the tension. Laughter spills from her lips. Her grip on me shifts from resistance to a more playful hold, her fingers lightly tapping against my back.

As I set her down on the soft sand by the water's edge, Layla's laughter continues, infectious and contagious. She looks up at me, eyes sparkling with mirth, and I can't help but smile in response. The anger that had simmered moments ago seems to have dissipated entirely, replaced by a carefree and playful energy.

"Okay, okay, you win," she gasps between giggles, the remnants of her irritation now a distant memory. The sun's warm embrace, the sound of waves crashing, and her laughter mingle together, creating a moment that feels almost surreal in its simplicity and joy.

With a triumphant grin, I extend a hand towards her. "Glad you've come to your senses."

She accepts my hand, allowing me to pull her up from the sand. The lightness in her eyes, the playful grin that tugs at her lips – it's a sight that makes everything else fade into the background.

35

August

We spend a couple of hours swimming, enjoying the Miami sun, which is a stark contrast to rainy, cold Seattle. The water and the sun invigorate our senses, relaxing our bodies and minds.

After hours of swimming, we get very tired and are now resting on the beach. I cannot take my eyes off Layla; she lies on her stomach, accentuating the curve of her ass. That bikini is so small that her ass cheeks are on full display, much to my enjoyment. I would kill whoever saw her like this. This view is only available to me. Only I can see her this exposed.

My hands move on their own accord, spanking one of her cheeks, then the other. She turns her head and glares at me. "What was that for?" She whines with a pout, and I chuckle darkly before responding, my voice rough. "For thinking that you can showcase what's mine."

She shakes her head at me before turning around, blessing me with the sight of her small, perky tits barely covered by the fabric of her bikini.

My eyes move downwards, eyeing her flat stomach and toned legs before settling on her pussy. The barely-there fabric of her bikini bottoms has shifted, exposing part of her little cunt to the air.

My fingers immediately hook into the fabric, moving it even further away and exposing her cunt completely to the outside air. She shivers before attempting to push my fingers away from her womanhood, wanting to cover herself back up. But my hands don't budge, and she sighs before giving up, moving her hands away and letting me have my way.

I push a finger inside of her while I play with her clit and can see her eyes clouding over with lust at the taboo of being pleasured in the open.

A smirk makes its way to my face when she can no longer stop her moans; they tumble out of her, mixing with the sounds of the waves, creating a perfect symphony.

My other hand removes her bikini top, leaving her completely exposed to the open while I play with her.

After a minute, the pleasure blinds her, making her lose her inhibitions as her hips start to meet mine, rutting herself on my hands. My smirk widens, seeing her being such a pretty little slut for me, just for me.

I can sense her tightening around my fingers as her orgasm washes over her, screaming my name with no reservation as waves of pure hot bliss wash over her.

I chuckle slightly, bringing my fingers that are now soaked with her essence to my lips, sucking on them under her watchful gaze.

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