Chapter 11 Navy Achebe #3
"Honor," I moaned, struggling to stop intimacy from hijacking our conversation.
His head lifted until his vacant eyes hazed over my face.
"I need to hear you say it," he rasped, voice sounding a little more gravelly than normal.
"Honor, we need to talk—"
"Please," he begged.
The void in his browns held me hostage. His palms breezed past my thigh, slipping beneath my t-shirt. His thumb swiveled against my clit like muscle memory.
"Please," he coaxed, still searching for what he needed in my eyes.
Pressing his thumb with the right amount of pressure, I came alive. Honor's touch didn't possess a tremble, just need and reassurance.
"Honor I… fuck!" I hissed, twirling my hips, matching his rhythm.
"I need to hear you say it," he rasped against my lips. The tip of his tongue dipped between my lips just to pull out lazily.
"Navy."
My name never sounded sweeter than how it did when spoken by Honor.
"Honor, please, we need to—"
One finger slid inside.
His nails scratched at my thighs.
Two fingers stuffed inside… my pussy juiced.
His palm kissed along my body, then squeezed at my neck, bringing my eyes back to his.
Three fingers were now massaging my walls.
"Navy," he gritted.
I couldn't say what he needed to hear, so I fucked him back. I rocked my hips… might've even waved and sipped like his fingers were the dick tenting in his jeans.
"It feels so fucking good," I cried out.
"Yeah? It could feel better if you just—"
Everything stilled. His hands left my body, and the space they abandoned turned electric. Shockwaves jolting through me.
"Honor!" I belted so loud I heard the resonance of my voice in my ears.
"I need to hear you fucking say it." Stepping away from the island, Honor undid his jeans, forcing them and his briefs to his ankles, and stepped out of them.
His dick, thick and subtly curved, bounced slightly.
My mouth watered with a want to be choked by the length of him.
Slow and steady, Honor's hands squeezed around his girth.
His thumb rubbed across the swollen head.
He smeared his cum while I smeared spit over my lips.
"Navy."
Heat surged under my skin, dragging breath from my lungs. "Honor."
"I fucked up tonight. I know you wanna talk about it, but can we do it in the morning?"
His question was redundant. Neither of us was willing to have a conversation that didn't involve our bodies intertwined.
"Right now, I need to hear you say it. Tell me you love me despite my faults.
Scream my name with passion, just how you did our first time.
We didn't know what we were doing, but I pleased you.
I need that shit, my baby. My heart gotta hear those words from you," he whispered.
Tears clung to his words, turning them into something fragile.
"I love you. I loved you then, and I love you even more now. Every version of me chooses you, past, present, and future."
All the ways I loved Honor poured from my lips, over and over, with hope they'll reignite the love that was absent from his stare. Those gorgeous brown eyes of his were lifeless.
"I love you too," he groaned, entering me.
"Shiitt!" I hissed as my body shifted toward the edge of the island.
"I don't think you understand how much I love you, Navy. You're my everything. You're the reason everything makes fucking sense for me."
Honor showed no mercy. Fucking me hard and deep, every stroke he drove choked back the anger his absence tonight brought on.
"I swear to God, I'll die before I do life without you, Navy. Do you hear me?"
My heart wouldn't allow me to answer. His declaration should've made my heart sing, but this wasn't my Honor. The man I loved didn't speak with pain knotting in his words instead of love… our love.
"Did you fucking hear me?" he gritted, reaching for my throat. "I'll fucking lay my life down, slit my wrists if something ever happens to you. Life isn't worth living if you're not in it. I need you to know that shit. I need you to understand it. Do you understand, Navy?"
"I… I understand."
"You better fucking understand," he hissed against my skin.
Honor's voice clung to me, smoldering with a need that pierced my heart. I love Honor, probably more than I love myself. However, what he needed, I didn't think my love alone could satisfy. Even so, I took him in, all of him.
My body answered his, fluent in devotion. Our bodies moved, speaking a language we both remembered. I gave Honor everything he was in search of. Every moan, every whisper of his name, followed by an 'I love you'. I gave it all to him because that's what he deserved.
"I love you, Honor," I trembled, tears slipping free.
"I love you more," he rasped, lips brushing mine.
I fell hopelessly into the curse of Honor.
Honor chased the blessing he swore lived inside me. But somewhere beneath what we've built, a crack started to form. Not from the absence of passion but the way it started to bend into something unfamiliar. He stroked deep, making love to my body, but for the first time, it didn't reach my soul.