“You got it, girl,” he replied, pumping into me harder. I lifted and met his pace. My hips ground against his, securing our connection. Locking my legs behind his back, I prevented him from lifting out of me.
There was no part of me that wanted to be separated from him at the moment. Our bodies, minds, and hearts were aligned, and it made me feel safe and comfortable. Being with a man like this had been my heart’s desire for so long.
It didn’t matter how beautiful or unattractive, or skinny or fat, or curvy or plain a woman was. At the end of the day, all women wanted and deserved to be loved. Yes, I was a runway model whose net worth was well into the tens of millions, but this was all I wanted, was to be loved. Yet it had eluded me for the last few years. Even in the relationship before JoJo, that man hadn’t loved me. He was a network executive who had been more enamored with me being a supermodel and being a trophy on his arm than anything.
Navy made me feel his love. It wasn’t in just the way that he handled my body in the bedroom or even how he cared for me while I was sick. It was in the way that he came after my whole heart, risking it all to see that I was on the road to recovery.
His thumb wiped the apples of my cheeks, and I realized that I was crying. He brushed his lips against mine and whispered, “I’ve got you, sweet girl.”
Lowering his body onto mine, he held onto me as he rolled onto his side, bringing me onto mine. He rocked up into me as he pulled my right leg over his hip while he stroked mine. We rocked back and forth, maintaining a stable connection.
Our lips spoke words that could not be heard, except for in our hearts. Our body language was soothing and reassuring, carving away years of hurt, disappointment, betrayal, and insecurities. He used his body to peel back the layers of shame and heartache that I held onto from all that I had gone through after loving JoJo and being broken by her.
He tore away the confusion and doubts about the possibility of loving and being loved by someone in such a short amount of time. How could it be love when we had known each other only a week?
But my heart knew that regardless of what people said, my love for this man ran deep from the core of my heart. I used my body to express what I had been too afraid to speak or reveal. My body spoke a language that only his could understand as I received him deep inside of me.
I needed to feel that I was in control, and when I pushed Navy onto his back, he yielded to me. I straddled him, planting my hands on his chest as I shifted and made room for him to fit within. I felt him pulsing deep inside of me, and I could barely breathe.
I rolled my hips forward as his hands reached up and held onto my breasts like they were handlebars to give him steering capability. My hands covered his as I guided him in pleasuring me, while I took control of pleasuring his dick and my pussy.
“Nyoka, every part of me loves every part of you, girl,” he whispered.
My heart clenched at his confession, and tears rolled down my face again. To be told that I was loved with such sincerity in his gaze and touched lovingly by his hands was my undoing. I had been told numerous times that I was loved by JoJo, but never in person, and seldom verbally. It was always via text, email, or the app.
This profession of love was so different. Navy had used not only his body and words to express that to me tonight, but he had done it in the last week as he took care of me. The man had his mother stop by and bring a pot of her homemade soup that she had made just for me. He had risked his own health in nursing me back to health, washed my body when I was too sick to do it on my own, and carried me to the toilet on numerous occasions, despite my protest. The first few times he suggested it, I turned him down. After the fifth time, not only had I puked, but I had almost pissed on myself, because I was too weak to make it to the bathroom.
Navy carried me to the toilet, helped me wipe myself, cleaned me up, and put me back to bed. Then he returned and cleaned up the vomit. He had even gone out one day to a viewing with my realtor on my behalf. When he arrived, he LiveTimed me, so that I could see every surface, architectural detail, and nook and cranny.
I leaned forward and covered his mouth, slipping my tongue inside when he opened his lips. His hands gripped my ass and slid me up and then rocked me down again. He did it several times, picking up the speed as he went. He filled me up emotionally and physically until I could barely contain my emotions.
When he flipped me onto my back and slid into me again, tears poured from my eyes in a torrent. “I love you, Navy,” I cried out.
Sweat glistened on his forehead as he looked at me with a reverent smile. He winked and replied, “I know you do.”
15
NAVY – FEEL MY LOVE
We had decided to come out of our cocoon briefly. I would have to return to game mode in a couple of days, and Nyoka would return to working on her business. She had cabin fever, and she wanted to be around people and outside of the Airbnb. We packed up and headed to Sorrel Island with Caleb, Nyoka’s best friend, Tangie, Aoko, and my brother, Eli.
“Let me see it,” Tangie pleaded, reaching for Nyoka’s phone as she held it out of reach. The ladies giggled and missed the looks that Aoko and Eli were shooting each other. I wasn’t sure how Naoko would feel about her sister dating my brother, but the way they kept finding ways to leave the room at the same time all night, I doubted there was anything that could be done about it. I was certain they were already too far gone.
We were staying at my beach house on the island for a couple of days before we all returned back to real life. I’d been watching Nyoka for a minute, and I knew that it would be hard for both of us to return to reality after we’d been in our little haven for the last week. I knew that was when the real test would begin.We would learn whether we could sustain what we had when the world was let back in.
“You really feeling this girl, man?” Caleb asked as he handed me another beer.
“Yeah, man. I mean, I’m not about to propose tomorrow or shit, but I’m really feeling her.”
“That’s what’s up. You sure it ain’t because of who she is, though, right?” he asked as he rolled a blunt.
“Nigga, please. You ain’t never known me to be starstruck.”
“But this is Nyoka we’re talking about. You always kinda had a crush on her.”
“And I was satisfied to let it stay that way until shit changed.”
“Slipping between them thighs on Valentine’s Day could’ve been some sentimental shit.”
