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THREE
I wasn’t sure who I was becoming. I wasn’t sure who August made me become. I wasn’t sure about anything, honestly. Not when he was around.
My head spun too much. My nerve endings split too quickly. I smiled too often. I lusted too frequently. I longed more than I ever had. And, I waited as if he hadn’t already noticed me.
I couldn’t stop my knees from colliding with the hardwood floor. The towel covering me was no longer around my body. It pooled around me as my hands busied themselves with the belt holding August’s pants up.
“Na,” August grunted, leaning forward.
He scooped his hands underneath my arms and lifted me up into the air. My feet dangled as my back acquainted itself with the linen-colored paint I’d decided on for my walls. I hoped they weren’t the only ones covered with off-white creaminess by the end of the night.
My clit was engorged. Thirst made every limb and every inch of skin tender to the touch. I was famished. Since the day I recognized August standing behind Rome with his hands folded in front of him, I’d been hungry for whatever he had to offer.
Dark brown skin coated him. His hair was trimmed to perfection. The line on the taper fade was surgically applied twice weekly. He had legs like stilts. He was long and lean, but still meaty. August wasn’t thin, but neither was he extremely thick. He was perfect.
For me at least .
Blood filled my mouth as our lips collided.
“ Auuuuuugust ,” I moaned as he found my bulb.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I just want you to myself, Ti.”
His fingers entered me, pressing into my clit internally. His thumb slid around my outer bulb, provoking a body-shattering earthquake that would ultimately result in a tsunami.
“August.”
I didn’t recognize my voice. It was low. Lustful. Dramatic. Desperate. Confident. Submissive.
“You’re soaking, Tiana.”
I closed my eyes, falling victim to his words. His charm. His cologne. His breath against me. His mouth. His movements. His fingers. His tone. His strength. His skills. His gun.
“Uhhhhh.”
Everything tingled. My breath quickened.
My body slid up the wall at once. On one hand, I wanted to escape his mercilessness. On the other hand, I wanted to crash into it. Crash into him. And, burst. Burst like fireworks on a holiday. Burst like a shaken, acidic beverage. Burst like the sun’s light at the peak of daylight.
“Augggg.”
I thrusted my hips toward his body, intensifying the feeling of his fingers inside of me. As I began to mount, his movements stopped. My body was pressed into the wall, and I was silently chastised.
“Wha–”
“If I needed your assistance, Ti, I would’ve had you play with your pussy while I watched.”
August’s voice against my skin was pure honey. I consumed every word, waiting for another one. But, he silenced himself. His fingers resumed their rhythm with the mission to gut me for everything I had.
My body temperature grew with each stroke of his index and middle fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening our connection. My ending was near. And, I quickly grasped the fact that my beginning was even closer.
“Uhhh–”
Primal groans marked the foundation of something far beyond my wildest dreams. Everything within me consented to this moment. This meeting. This match. This magic.
My shoulders rounded as my clit swelled three times its size. Sparkles of bright glitter burst behind my eyelids. My chest sank three inches, pushing my breasts into each other.
“Cum for me,” August insisted.
I did as I was told, raining down on his fingers. My nectar was plentiful, lubricating his hand and dripping down his wrist.
“Uhhh– Uhhhh… Uhhhhh.”
My center throbbed. A slow heartbeat developed as it contracted, in search of semen to extract from the shaft of its victim.
Cold air touched my back, notifying me of the changes being made. August trekked through my home with his lips against mine. I met the middle of my sheets, leaving him hovering over me. Dazed by the intensity of my climax, I struggled to regain my sense of awareness.
“Augusssssss–”
It wasn’t until his lips were against my slit that I became fully aware of what was happening around me. August was undressed, and his knees had found my floor.
He didn’t stay long. His feet were planted, and his girth was staring me in the face after a good licking from my hood to my asshole.
“Hmm,” he grunted, “Get ‘em wet.”
His demand was met with my need for supply. August’s hand went on the back of my head. His dick inched closer to my mouth. Happily, I took it in.
“Shit,” he whispered, complementing my warmth.
Chocolate.
He reminded me of rich chocolate during the week of Mother Nature’s visit. Savoring his scent and subtle secretion, I rested my eyelids against each other.
Oh God, he tastes so good .
I extended my neck to acquire as much of him as possible. He was glorious. His skin smelled like sandalwood and myrrh and oranges and plums. I inhaled him as I pulled back and exhaled as I pushed forward.
“Mmmm.”
His fingers caressed my tresses, stripping me of pure pleasure. I wanted him back already. Back in my mouth. Back down my throat.
“Aug–”
His lips smashed into me, but I was far too occupied with the feeling of his dick pressed against my center to care about the blood he’d extracted.
“Ti.”
August’s voice was met with my grief. I mourned the death of my inner walls, my sanity, and my solitude. I wouldn’t have either once he was done with me. Or, at least I didn’t feel as though I would.
He was sent to destroy me .
Long and lovingly, he stroked me. His lips were still pressed against mine. His tongue roamed my mouth as if it had no home.
“Fuck.”
I will be his home .
“Uhhhh–” I moaned, tightening my grip on August. Internally and externally. Simultaneously. Deliriously.
“Augussss.”
His right hand caressed my left breast.
“Shit, Ti,” he whispered against my mouth. “Fuck.”
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
August plunged into me, mercilessly. Hungrily. Skillfully. Passionately.
He lifted his body and stared down at mine. His face contorted so beautifully.
“This shit so good.” He grimaced, awakening something within me.
My secretion was plentiful. It coated his tool and my entire toolbox, ending mid-way down my thighs.
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.
Alone again .
For months, I’d lie alone in a hospital bed and had felt every second of the loneliness. I didn’t need to physically confirm my suspicions. My heart knew. My head knew. My body knew. The feeling was too familiar.
“Do better, Tiana,” I whispered, “Do better.”
I slid the covers from my body and maneuvered to the edge of the bed. My feet touched the floor, cooling my warm frame. I tucked my feet inside my house slippers, a cherished gift from Rome. She was sweet enough to gift me with an entire collection.
The kitchen was my first stop. I poured filtered water into a glass and then placed it against my lips. Slowly, I sipped from the glass, considering all the reasons I woke up in bed alone. As the thoughts began to circulate, I headed for the front door.
“Hmph.”
Finding it locked was baffling. Nonetheless, I returned to the kitchen and placed my glass in the sink. The water was gone –just as August was .
I tossed the misfortunes aside as I entered my bathroom. Within two minutes, my bladder was emptied and my hands were cleaned. I climbed back in bed, leaving my slippers right beside it.
Involuntarily, my body gravitated to the space that once held August. Frustrated, but simultaneously comforted, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, etching his scent in my memory. Sleep was searching for me. I made the hunt simple because I was in search of it as well.
Maybe in the next lifetime .