Draya.
After we ate, we went to his house. No cars were in the drive, so more than likely no one was here. August came around and helped me out of the car. I waddled up the path, holding on to my back.
"Ya walk is cute."
"Then you carry this baby. You can walk just like this."
"I'm good." He unlocked the door, letting me go first. I went straight to his room and laid on my back, trying to regain some energy.
Before pregnancy, I weighed about 120. Right now, I'm about 155. I always feel like I'm eating for more than two. And I'm huge. I don't think it's normal to be this size at five months. It's to the point now where my hands barely touch if I put them under my stomach.
Like right now. I just gave up and put my hands on top.
"You sho' it ain't two kids in there?" I craned my neck and looked at August, who was standing in the door.
"I honestly don't know." He chuckled and entered the room completely.
His hands pushed up the sweater of his that I have on, revealing my stomach. I'm not self conscious of the stretch marks that are visible, it's what happens when you get pregnant. He placed his hands on either side and kissed it. I smiled, even though I could barely see. The baby started moving around and kicking. I grabbed his left hand and placed it where the baby was moving.
He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and felt a kick to my side. I just ignored it, thinking that the baby was just moving around a lot.
- - -
"Right now?"
"Yes, right na'."
"What if—"
"What if nothin'. If you would come on, we wouldn't have to worry bout it." I sighed in defeat, knowing there was no winning with him.
I pulled the hoodie off, followed by the tank top I had on. August was already practically naked as I straddled him. He remained in his shorts, and I sat in my bra and joggers.
"Come on, take dese on off." I laughed at his determination. I lifted up, and he pulled them down.
"You're an ass."
"I wish you would stop playin' so I ca feel on yours."
"Filter please."
"Draya, pussy please."
"I hate you."
"We'a see how much you hate me afta' 'dis."
He removed his shorts, removed my underwear, and placed a condom on. His hands gripped my waist, and he guided me down onto him. We both let out a shaky but relieving breath. I lifted slightly, slowly sliding back down as he thrusted his hips upwards. I slowly ground into him until I was eventually teasing myself. He took the liberty of speeding us up, and pounding me out from underneath.
I threw my head back, frustrated with myself for depriving both of us of something we both needed.
I attempted to lean in to kiss him, but it wasn't gonna happen. I just rode him like I was a twelve year old at the fair.
- - -
August pulled out and went to dispose of the condom. I laid there worn out. I could barely speak and I knew for damn sure that I wouldn't be able to walk. He came back with a towel in hand, and cleaned me off.
