“The only person who can change that image is you, JoJo. You must first start by determining who you want to be. Once you’ve got that figured out, then you need to determine the steps that it will take to get you there. You’ll never find happiness trying to be someone you’re not,” Nyako stated firmly.
I squeezed her hand under the table again and kissed her forehead. She was on her way to being whole. I only prayed that one day JoJo might find the same.
14
NYAKO – BODY LANGUAGE
Iwas angry when I first saw JoJo in the living room. Angry at her for daring show her face in my hometown, and angry at Navy for arranging for her to be there. I was also angry at my sister, because I knew Aoko had a hand in helping Navy locate her.
But as dinner played out, and she let her guard down, I learned that JoJo was a really sweet girl. She kind of was who she portrayed herself to be, but just the female version. We walked her out to the car that Navy hired to take her back to the hotel.
She wanted to be friends, but that wasn’t something that I was ready for. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready. I wished her well, but I told her that she needed therapy and that we both had a long way to go on our journeys toward healing. I believed that being a part of one another’s journey would be detrimental to our healing.
“Mm.” I moaned and swiveled my hips.
Navy’s lips were puckered around my swollen bud. I reached a hand down to hold his head in place, but he smacked it away.Looking up at me with heavy lids, he threatened, “Touch me again, and I’ll have to tie those hands up.”
I slipped a nail into my mouth and bit down on it. It was difficult keeping my hands to myself when all I wanted was to touch him, show him how badly that I wanted him, and keep him locked into my pussy from now until eternity.
But I obeyed him as I jut my hips into the air. Navy wrapped his arms around my thighs and pried them apart to prevent me from locking them around his head. Those russet brown eyes looked like pools of bourbon at the moment, with their reddish-brown tint.
I reached up and grabbed my pillow with one hand as I bounced up and down, lavishing in the feeling of him eating my pussy the way that he was. His tongue slid in and out of me as he fed one finger and then a second one inside of me.
It wasn’t long before my hands went back to his head again, and I pushed him into my pussy, burying his face in my mound as I tried to saturate and drown him in my juices. He pulled back, climbed off the bed, and walked into the closet.
“I’m sorry,” I called out, rocking side to side and trying to stem the flow of my juices that was trickling down my thighs.
“No ya ass ain’t,” he replied, returning from the closet with a necktie. He grabbed my wrists in one hand and wrapped the necktie around them with the other. He wasted no time securing them to the bedpost to my right.
“Now hold still and let me eat this pussy properly,” he grumbled before he buried his face between my thighs again.
“Oooh shit! Navy, yes, baby, yes,” I cried out as he lapped at me with his tongue while plunging his fingers inside of me.
I pumped up almost violently, crashing my hips against his face and slamming my pussy into his mouth. His head rocked side to side in a fast and furious motion as he pleasured me.
“Mm. Navy, I have to cum.”
He gave me a brisk nod as his eyes pinned me in place while he alternated sucking my clit and licking and sucking my pussy. My eyes dipped close, and I allowed the churning in my belly to erupt into a turbulent release as my orgasm coated his face.
Navy pulled back and licked his lips and looked at me from underneath a heavy-lidded gaze. He grabbed his hand and slid it up and down his length.
“Are you sure?” he asked, referencing a conversation we had earlier after JoJo left.
It was no secret that it had been over three years since I had sex with anyone, but because he showed me his results, I showed him the last ones that I had taken. It had been eight months, but nothing had changed in all that time. I did annual physicals to include STD panels as part of my career anyway. It hadn’t mattered that I was abstinent. We agreed that we were comfortable having sex without a barrier of protection between us.
As far as birth control was concerned, I wasn’t on any, but he had ordered some Plan B pills when he ordered all the other items to be delivered while I was sick. The man was planning to get some without the condom between us as soon as I got well. As intentional as he had been in nursing me back to health, I figured he deserved to have me the way that he wanted me.
Navy slid his hands up my thighs and spread them apart once more. When he slid inside of me with his gaze on me, he spoke calm, reassuring words.
“I know it’s been a while since a man has loved you properly, Nyoka. I want you to know that not only will I take care of your body, but I’ll take care of your heart too.”
“Mm, Navy, thank you.” I moaned at how he stretched me and seated himself deeply inside of me on his first thrust.
“I know that it wasn’t an easy decision for you to give your body to me the way that you have, but I promise, I’ll never disappoint you.”
He planted both hands on either side of my head and then dipped his head to kiss me. “One day, you’ll trust me with your heart. Until then, I’m satisfied to take my time with you—proving to you that I’m worthy and you’re deserving.” He spoke his words slowly with intentionality and on each pump.
I reached up and locked my hands behind his head and pulled him closer. “Thank you, Navy. I want to enjoy the journey getting there as much as the arrival.”
