Page 34 of Body Language

I opened the lube that I had brought with me and squeezed some into her asshole. “You ready for me?”

“No.”

“You’ve gotta give me this ass, ma. I need to be buried in your hot, tight, dark hole to get off tonight. Need you to cover this dick up and be so tight around it that I can’t break free,” I explained, parting her cheeks again.

“Mkay,” she mumbled as I pressed against her rear entrance.

“Oh shit. You feel so good and tight. This is enough to make a muthafucka nut right here.”

“It hurts, Navy.”

“You always complain that it hurts, but it always fits, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

I pressed harder against her hole, until it finally gave way and allowed me inside. She was tight and warm. She squeezed me, and I stretched her to capacity until she rocked backward on me. Just her motion was enough to make me nut in her ass.

When I pulled back, I rolled onto my back and lay there for a moment. Nyako lay beside me and rested her head on my chest. She slowly dragged her hand over my abs and murmured, “I’m ready, Navy.”

I lifted my head from the floor and smiled at her.

“For what?”

“That ring that you’ve been keeping in your pocket for the last two months.”

I smirked and rested my head back on top of my folded hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She smacked me on the chest. “Okay, I’m not going to play hard to get anymore. Please.”

I laughed, rolled her off me, and headed into the room. I shuffled through my bags until I found what I was looking for. Removing the box and returning to her, I kneeled in front of her.

“This journey hasn’t been very long, Nya, but I’ve enjoyed every stretch of it with you. No one promised us sunny skies and a field of flowers, but nothing that we have done has been traditional. So, I say that we make our own sunny skies and the flowers that we want to stop and smell. I don’t care if we have a long engagement or a short one, a big wedding or we run away and get married. The only thing that matters to me is that we’re speaking the same language in our bodies, souls, and hearts. I want to love you forever, stay up having crazy conversations, reminisce about the unconventional way that we met, continue building our trust, and I want to spend the rest of my life letting you know that this is what I want to do, . . . love you. Nyoka Moyinoluwa Bellacorte, would you marry me?”

“Yes, Navy Donovan Prather, I will marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life uncovering what’s next, always being surprised at what waits for me around the corner. You love me out loud, and you love me in the silence. Even if everything I’ve accomplished fell away tomorrow, I want you to love me always, because that’s how I love you.”

“I know you do,” I replied, sliding the ring on her finger.

She was my forever, my heart, and my soul. I wasn’t rushing our lives, just embracing every day together as it came.

THE END