June
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Seeing Zaria happy always made a bad day good.
She had not only been the light of my life, but she was also everything a nigga needed through the journey.
Creating special moments for her to keep in her memory had been a priority since day one.
However, tonight was extra special. It didn’t require her to do anything but be herself.
I wanted to experience her for the last time.
I wanted to love her more than she had ever been loved since we’d been together.
I wanted her to know that no matter what happened after tonight, a nigga would always be with her.
She helped me get to the finish line, and because of that, I was going to give her my all.
Just as I asked, she came out of all her clothes and stood before me like a true fucking queen.
She smiled brightly, but I knew in the next few hours that smile would soon turn into a face full of tears.
It was taking everything in me to hold it together.
Everything I needed to say was in the black box on the counter.
It held my truth, it held things that would put all the pieces together, and I hoped that she could understand.
I lifted my finger and spun it in a circle. “Turn around,” I told her.
She slowly turned, leaving her back facing me. I pulled the blunt from my lips as my eyes surveyed her body. I dropped my head, letting the tears I was holding in spill.
“Baby, how long are you going to leave me like this?” she squealed.
I blew out a sharp breath and pinched the bridge of my nose to catch the love that slipped from my eyes. God, please take care of my family. That’s all I ask until I return.
I lifted my head as I stepped behind her. I kissed her neck, then her cheek. “You see that box right there?” I pointed ahead. “That’s for you. You cannot open it until I’m out of your presence. Promise me.”
“June.” She giggled.
I needed to hear her say it. My hand grazed her belly while my thumb stroked it. “Say it, Z. Say you promise.”
I could tell she had become nervous because her heart started to race. Goosebumps emerged on her skin.
“Say it, say it, say it, say it,” I muttered in her ear.
“I-I promise,” she said barely above a whisper.
“Good girl. Now turn around.”
When she turned, her eyes tried to catch mine. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just happy, that’s all,” I lied.
She pressed her hands to my face, bringing me closer, and kissed me.
It started off with a few pecks and went on to our tongues falling in love.
I set my blunt down and picked her up, gently laying her on the floor.
She helped me out of my shirt, then ran her finger over her name on my neck.
That fucked me up, and a tear betrayed me.
“No fucking tonight. I want to make love to you, Z.”
She smiled again. Fuck! This was harder than I imagined, and no matter how many times I tried to put my feelings into the back of my mind, the thought of me having to leave her and my family destroyed me.
Zaria’s eyes softened, her touch had become softer, and the single curl that gently hung in her face was a reminder of how gentle she had been with me over our course.
I came out of my pants and used my knees to pry her legs open.
Zaria Calloway, a nigga loves you to his soul.
Ditto, baby.
I slowly entered her vegan center and got lost. It felt like the first day she catered to my needs.
Zaria was the first woman who not only showed me what love was, but also how to make love.
My hips moved at a slow pace as my eyes devoured my wife.
My love, my better half, my peace, and my savior.
The only woman who could make love feel like gravity and take me to Mars.
She was everything a man could want. Z’s eyes slowly closed as she absorbed everything I was offering.
Each face she made, each moan, made me fall in love with her all over again.
Her grip on my body said she never wanted to let go.
Her pussy loving on me said she wanted it to be like this forever, and the shit tore a real nigga apart.
They say it’s a man’s world, but we’re nothing without a woman or a girl, and that statement was more than true.
I caressed her face as my lips met hers.
Her hand slid up and down my back as her hips matched my pace.
Each move was intentional, each peck to her collarbone was an I love you, each moan that left my lips was a promise, and with all that, the only words I could say were I love you.
I made love to Z until we both had nothing left in us. When she dozed off, I gathered my things and kissed her one last time. “From here to our Calloverse,” I whispered in her ear and left.