Chapter 14 Nyako – Body Language
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.”
“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.”