Draya.
It's yo birthday, so I know you want to ride out
Even if we only go to my house
Sip on weezy as we sit upon my couch
Feels good, but I know you want to cry out
You say you want passion, I think you found it
Get ready for action, don't be astounded
We switching positions, you feel so rounded
Tell me where you want your gift, girl
Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I
I been feenin,
Wake up in the late night
Been dreamin bout your loving, girl
Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I
Don't need candles and cake
Just need your body to make...
Birthday sex...Birthday sex
Birthday sex...Birthday sex
August was more intimidating without clothes on.
His 'friend' was pressed against me, and it alone was scaring the hell out of me. He reached around me and moved his hand down to my treasured place then used one of his long fingers to tease me.
"Uuuhh." He added a finger and pushed them in me.
"Damn." He slowly pumped them in and out. He started kissing my neck and toying with my breast. He started going faster, as I felt his member growing firm behind me.
My breaths became shallow and my heart started racing. Without removing his fingers, he turned me around to face him. He kissed up my neck to my lips. "I see ya ready." He chuckled. I bit down on my bottom lip and squeezed my eyes shut.
He lifted me up, and placed my back against the stone-tiled wall as he continued to tease me with this extensive foreplay.
"August." I whined, all out of breath. "Please."
"Say no mo'." The water cut off and he opened the door.
My body soon connected with the soft mattress of my bed and a still dripping wet August climbed on my bed, positioning himself between my legs. He leaned down to my chest and sucked on and massaged my erect nipples.
When he let up, he climbed off. I looked at him and he was grabbing something out of his pants pocket. When he turned around, my eyes grew wide.
He followed my gaze and smirked as I averted my eyes to look at the opposite wall. My tormentor wasn't nearly as big, so I knew this was about to be hell.
He rejoined me on the bed, reclaiming his spot between my legs. I watched as he tore the condom open and rolled it onto himself.
"Baybeh, you ready?" I nodded. "I wanna hea' you say ya ready."
"I'm ready, August." He laughed lightly, but in actuality, I was nervous as hell. This was a new ball game.
I felt him pressing at my entrance, and my anxiety began to kick in.
"I gotchu, baybeh. Relax." He was starting to ease his way in, which was causing me to wince, bite my lip, and clutch at the sheets. "You aight?"
"Y–yeah. Just go." He nodded and resumed his first mission. "Fuck!" My words started to slur. He pushed until I placed my hand on his chest, signaling that I couldn't take anymore.
August stilled as I started to adjust to his large size. A moment or so later, he slowly rocked back and forth. There was a difference in pain. This one was subsiding into a pleasing sensation.
His rocking sped up and turned into deep thrusts.
I felt uneasy. This feeling was all too uncommon and unsettling. It was different, rooted in the pit of my stomach. What was this?
