Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER – NYAKO
Navy had always said that the real test of our love would be how we handled ourselves when we were back in the real world. We hadn’t readily admitted to anyone that we were in love, other than our small friend group. The world knew we were dating, but that was about all they knew.
It was sobering to think about how we had gone through so much for the sake of love, only to be made fools out of with people we had known much longer than we knew each other.
But neither of us missed an opportunity to express our love through actions beyond the bedroom.
I had shown up for several of his games.
Most of them were surprises for him. He knew that I hadn’t cared for sports, especially one as violent as hockey, but I loved the opportunity to show up for him.
Me showing up for him somehow turned me into a hockey fan, and I was usually the loudest and most vocal fan in the stands.
The last two months had been wonderful because the season had ended, and we had two more months before it started up again. Although he had been here in Cherokee Springs with me full time for the last two months and would continue to be for the next two months, we didn’t crowd each other’s space.
He spent time with his friends and family, and so did I, but we also spent time with our families and friends together. We made each other a priority, but we were still taking our time getting to know each other. We were comfortable with our pursuit to happiness and love.
The upcoming season was his last season playing hockey, and he would retire. He had been offered a position as a broadcaster at Bolt Media, the largest media company in the nation. He had accepted it on the condition he could remain in Cherokee Springs.
The music cued, and I closed my eyes. The lights dimmed on the other side of the curtains, and I felt the energy flow throughout my body. I knew that I would miss this life, but my time to shine on the runway had passed.
Everyone was here to hear about my magazine. The reporters, fashion designers, editors, buyers, stylists, photographers, hair and makeup artists, journalists, influencers, VIP clients, and my family and friends were here tonight, along with Navy’s friends and family.
The gold bodysuit that I wore had a long pink and gold silk train attached to my hips, and it trailed ten feet behind me.
The strapless bodice made of pure lace showed off my nipples and had gauntlet lace sleeves.
My diamond studded, gold heels boosted my five-eleven height to six-five.
My hair had grown out from its short cut with faded sides, and I wore a sew-in with curls that cascaded from a waterfall ponytail.
I opened my eyes when the beat struck. Looking to my left, I asked, “Are you ready?”
She smiled a beautiful smile. “I’m ready.”
We moved onto the stage with grace and ease. The photographers went wild as everyone stood and applauded. We worked the stage, giving my audience the show of a lifetime. We returned to the back and did three more changes as other models walked the runway also.
After the last walk, I came out with a microphone in my hand and took a bow.
“Tonight isn’t just about Curves I don’t have to go running for cover. Tonight, I’m gonna be your only, your everything, I’ll be your sensual lover.”
With every verse sung, Nyako removed another article of clothing. She rocked her hips from side to side and dragged her hands up her body. When she leaned forward, grabbed her ankles, and made her pussy pulse, it was a wrap.
I tossed the book aside and reached for her, but she danced out of reach. I sat there mesmerized by her beauty and determined to watch the show that she wanted to put on.
The woman had my shit bricked up, and it was taking everything in me not to snatch her ass down to the floor with me. When the song ended, she crawled toward me.
“Did you like that?”
“Like it? You tortured my ass,” I grumbled, pulling her closer to me.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and smiled. She straddled me with her arms wrapped around my neck.
My hands slid across her back, gently rubbing and easing their way to her shoulders.
“Stand up for me, beautiful.”
She did as I asked, and I inched forward, until I was positioned between her legs.
“You want me to taste you?” I asked, sliding my fingers back and forth across her swollen lips.
“Mm-hmm.”
I shoved a thumb inside of her swollen folds, and she arched forward and gripped my head.
“Ohhh.”
I pulled my thumb out and sucked the juice off before I pulled her lips apart. When my tongue slid across her lower lips, she sat on my face.
I wrapped my arms around her back, and Nyako slid back and forth over my lips and nose, giving me complete access to her. My tongue prodded her opening, consuming her. I smacked her ass until she stood up.
“I want you on your hands and knees.”
She did as I instructed, and I parted her ass cheeks.
“Oh shit, Navy!” She cried out as I pressed my tongue into her asshole. I pulled back and spit in it before I rubbed it in. Moving my face between her cheeks again, I nipped and licked her ass while my fingers plowed her hole.
“Oh shit!” she murmured repeatedly, rocking back and forth.
“If you feed me, I promise that I’ll be good to you.”
Nyako beat her fists against the wooden floor as I plowed my tongue inside of her, licking and nipping until she screamed.
“I cannot hold it. Why you gotta make it so good, daddy?” She bucked her ass against my face.
I worked a third finger into her pussy.
“Aww. Ohhh . . . mmm. It feels too good,” she cried out through clenched teeth as she released on my fingers.
I reached around in front of her and gripped her neck. Tightening my squeeze, I placed my other hand in front of her face. “Clean my fingers, beautiful.”
She sloppily slurped the juices from my fingers before I got up and went into the bedroom. When I returned to the living area, she was still on her hands and knees. I smacked her ass and complimented her. “Good girl.”
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