22. Dove
I couldn’t stop marveling at my ring. His marriage proposal was so unexpected because we hadn’t been back in each other’s lives for long. Yet, it was the only thing that made sense. I knew that I loved that man, and he had always brought me joy and happiness, even as kids.
After skydiving, we returned to the hotel to shower and change. He surprised me with a large rack of clothing to select from for our next adventure. I chose an off-the-shoulder burgundy jumpsuit and paired it with gold sandals.
We visited an art gallery for a private showing and enjoyed hors d’oeuvres and talked with the artists about their art and Reighvyn’s love of art. He brought me two small prints that I had fallen in love with.
Afterward, we dined at Lady Chablis. I enjoyed myself so much and was surprised to learn after dinner that our evening wasn’t finished.
“This is so beautiful,” I mused as we rode on the yacht. He had taken me on an evening jazz cruise. There were other couples, but we were holed up in our private little section, looking out on the water, the city lights beyond us, and the stars overhead.
Red Groove, Eboni Hargrove, and Michael Saxton, all popular jazz artists, were playing tonight. I was floored to be in the presence of such amazing artists.
“All this beauty pales in comparison to you. You look stunning tonight, love.”
I had changed once again after dinner into a champagne sequin-covered cocktail dress.
It had cutouts on the sides of my breast and stopped just above my knees.
The back was out, and the dress was cut dangerously low in the back and barely covered my ass.
The halter neck in the front caused me to pull my hair up in a bun.
He had gifted me diamond drop earrings and a matching tennis bracelet to wear with my dress, and a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos encrusted with Swarovski crystals.
“Thank you, baby. This night is . . . incomparable to anything I’ve experienced in my life.”
He rested his hand on the side of my face. “Baby, you’re incomparable. I wanted our engagement to be unforgettable.”
“Sir, you’ve outdone yourself,” I whispered, staring into his eyes.
Reighvyn lowered his head and covered my lips with his. Our kiss sent an electric chill down my spine and caused my pussy to clench. It was demanding but sensual and passionate.
When we pulled back, I licked my lips and moaned. “If you keep kissing me like that, you’re gonna have me tossing my panties overboard and humping you right here on deck.”
“Is that all it takes?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm possessively around my waist. He moved me in front of him against the rail. Our backs were to the others at the other end of the yacht, and we faced the water.
“You feeling horny, Dove?” he whispered against the shell of my ear before he licked it. His hand that had possessively held me against him dropped and caressed my thigh.
“Mmm,” I whimpered.
“I can help relieve your problem. All you gotta do is ask.” His fingers inched my dress up.
“Relieve me, Reigh,” I pleaded.
“Dove, you’ve been a bad girl.” His husky voice was thick with need as he discovered that despite my statement about tossing my panties overboard, I wasn’t wearing any.
“I did it for you, baby.”
“You did it to tease a nigga.”
“No. Not really.”
“Tell me what you want, Dove.”
“Please.” My voice was an uncontrolled plea.
“Please what?”
“Make me cum.”
Reighvyn licked my ear and then nibbled on it as his fingers spread my pussy lips apart. “Look at you. Ya ass already drenched.” My hips rocked forward as he soaked his fingers with my nectar before he plunged them inside of me and then slid them out again.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Put your arms up around my neck, Dove,” he commanded.
“Someone might know what we’re doing.”
“You wanna cum, Dove?”
“Y-y-yes.” I whimpered as he scissored me.
“Then do what the fuck I say. I ain’t worried about what nobody thinks or sees.”
I obediently lifted my arms up and reached behind me to lock them around his neck. My back was pressed against his chest, and my hips rocked forward. He spread my lower lips wider and dug deeper inside of me.
I did a slow swirl of my hips, and he plunged his fingers in and out of me before he rubbed my clit and pulled it.
When he removed his fingers, I released a faint cry until he pressed his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean.
I had turned my head slightly to watch him, and that shit turned me on.
“Reigh,” I whimpered.
“Don’t worry, baby. It’s all about you.”
While he scissored me with the fingers of one hand, he used the other to circle my clit.
“Let me see you play with your nipples.”
I reached around to the sides of my dress and tugged the front panel so that my breasts popped free from the sides. I rubbed my thumbs over my nipples as the cool evening air from the ocean kissed our faces and cooled my heated body.
I pinched my nipples, watching as they grew harder at the soft feel of my fingers against them. The boldness of what we were doing caused my nipples to ache, and I yearned to feel his mouth on me, putting me out of my misery.
The sounds of two dueling saxophones filled the night air along with the tinkle of piano keys. The other guests who were onboard could be heard from the front, laughing and enjoying their evening.
Those noises gave me the freedom I needed to release the whimper that rose and grew into a moan but quickly transitioned to a wail as Reighvyn tipped me over the edge.
I clamped my hands back around his neck tightly as I arched my back and pressed my pussy against his hand, suctioning his fingers deeper within. “I gotta cum, baby.”
“You don’t need permission, sweetheart. I wanna feel that shit squirt. My sweet baby’s already wetter than the ocean.”
I rocked and swiveled and pumped until I released and gave Reighvyn everything that he asked for and more. I had enjoyed myself all evening, and I wasn’t ready for the night to end, but I was ready to be alone with my man for a private celebration.
“You’re so gahdamn beautiful, girl.”
I was on my knees, sucking Reighvyn off.
He was hard and thick, and I had choked a few times.
I couldn’t recall him ever being this hard before.
I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline of the day, the excitement of our engagement, or seeing me on my knees in my cocktail dress, sucking him off—but he definitely was growing at an alarming rate in my mouth.
His hands were fisted in my hair as his hips slowly rocked back and forth, feeding me all that dick. Just when I felt his balls tighten, and he shifted into a swaying motion, he pulled back.
“I need to be inside of you when I cum, gorgeous.” He lifted me and carried me to the bed. He took pleasure undressing me, and his heavy-lidded gaze and partially opened mouth conveyed that.
When he finally undressed and joined me, we wrapped our arms around each other for several long minutes and kissed, stared into each other’s eyes, and kissed some more.
“I want you so bad, sugar.”
“I know you do. Just think, you can always have me now,” I replied, laughing.
“Where do you want to live?” he asked and kissed me again.
“After we get married?”
“After. Before. Now.”
My eyes widened. “I mean, I was thinking that we could move in your house. My apartment isn’t that big.”
“Nah. I wasn’t considering that shit at all. I was talking about my house, or maybe we can buy another one.”
“No, Reigh. Your house is perfect.”
Reighvyn’s big ass house had five bedrooms, six bathrooms with an industrial kitchen, a living room, indoor and outdoor basketball court, indoor and outdoor pools, a gym, a theater room, a library, and a huge aquarium.
“Okay. So, do you want to move in before we get married?”
“Absolutely! I want to be there for you in the dark times. I don’t want you ever to be alone, Reigh. No matter what happens, I want you to feel the comfort of my presence.”
He tipped my chin and replied, “You can move in now and keep your place in case you need to escape. I definitely want you around at all times. Need you, Dove.” He kissed me soft and long.
I dragged my fingers over his tattoos that covered his burns. When he stiffened, I spoke affirmations to him and slowly climbed on his dick to ride.
“You’re a beautiful man, Reigh, inside and out.
Your heart will burst because it’s filled with so much love, and you’ve been holding it back to give it to someone.
You’re a trusting soul despite the heartache you’ve endured.
You’re generous with your compassion. You don’t hold anything back; when you love, you love completely.
“You’re a forgiving soul, even when people don’t deserve it.
You’re fine as hell, and I see the way women watch you and want to get with you.
Your beautiful dark skin is the gorgeous hue of our ancestors.
Those dark eyes reflect the beauty of your soul and hold so much wisdom, intellect, and knowledge within.
“Your body turns me on in ways that I never imagined I could be turned on. You make me want to ride you like this every time I see you. You make me want to run my hands over every surface of your body just to touch you and confirm that you’re real. That you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” He croaked with emotion as I leaned down and kissed him.
My hands plastered themselves on his chest as I slowly rose and descended.
“When I see you, I don’t see the tattoos that were designed to cover the scars.
I don’t see the scars that came from a childhood of neglect and abandonment.
When I see you, I see past all that was and is, and I see what could be.
I see your heart, your soul, and the beauty of the man within.
“I see the man who loves and cherishes me, the boy who came to my rescue when I was bullied, the kid that taught me how to serve the volleyball just right, and the kid who asked me to the eighth-grade dance because no one else would.
I see the teenager who made me feel comfortable in my skin in tenth grade when I was going through body shaming because of my peers.
“I see the teen who convinced me I was beautiful enough that I didn’t need to vomit after every meal, but instead he worked with me to learn how to work out in a healthy way.
I see the guy who, on graduation day, told me I would do amazing things in this life, no matter how big or small, and he told me that every part of me was beautiful and worth treasuring and loving. ”
Reighvyn’s hands gripped my hips tightly before he flipped me onto my back. The way the light hit his face, I could see that it was wet. I hadn’t realized that while I was affirming him, he had been crying. I reached up and wiped the tears away as he spread my legs and held them wide.
He dug deeper and deeper into me, until I cried out and dragged my nails down his chest. Reighvyn tossed his head back and released a loud roar as we came tumultuously together.
When he lowered on me again, our foreheads and lips pressed together. “Baby, I will never stop loving you. I’ve loved you since I was seven. The day you invited me to play hopscotch on the sidewalk.”
“When you came to stay with the Reeds the first time.”
He bobbed his head. “I told you, . . . I’ve loved you forever.”
My heart swelled because God couldn’t have designed a more perfect man for me.