I was uptight and Jonathan was beginning to sense it. I tried so hard to act and pretend that everything was normal around him, but I was dying little by little with each day that I lived with Emma’s threat hanging around my neck like a noose that was slowly choking the life out of me.
“Baby, you know that you can talk to me about anything if something is upsetting you,” said Jonathan one night when we were watching a television series.
“I know,” I answered, as I lay curled up against his side on the sofa, with my head against his shoulder and my bare feet tucked beneath me. “I appreciate and love you so much, Jon, and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. You do know that, right?” I questioned him while looking up into his eyes.
“I do know that, Serenity,” he replied. “I know how beautiful your heart really is. I thank the good Lord every day that you belong to me. I know that I told you that I want you to be my wife in Vegas and things have been busier than normal since we’ve been back, and we put the conversation on the back burner. But baby, I want us to get engaged as soon as possible. Let’s go to the jewelry store this weekend and pick you out an engagement ring fit for my queen. I want to make us official,” he added. “So it’s no doubt to who it is you belong to.”
Scorching hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I sat quietly and couldn’t even reply to his comments. My throat was so clogged up with emotion, my heart was filled with turmoil and pain. All I could do was to sit there and cry.
“Don’t cry, baby. I would hope our marrying would make you happy instead of driving you to tears,” he said, attempting to wipe them away.
“I am happy,” I forced out between gasping sobs. “You make me very happy… so much so that I feel like I am undeserving of all of your goodness and honesty.”
“Baby, where is all of this coming from? Of course you deserve me. We deserve each other because of our love and mutual respect for each other.”
My heart dropped from the intense look in his eyes. This man had truly loved me in a way that I was meant to be loved from the beginning of time. “I wish we would have gotten married in one of the lovely chapels while we were in Las Vegas,” I admitted.
“I would have married you then and there if I had an inkling that you wanted to do so,” he revealed. “I assumed you wanted something a little more traditional… like being surrounded by friends and family.”
“Jonathan, as long as I have you, I don’t need anyone else to be present,” I said as he continued to wipe away my tears.
“I feel the same, baby,” he said, standing and lifting my thickness easily into his strong arms. He climbed the stairs effortlessly and entered our bedroom. He laid me down onto the bed before joining me to kiss the rest of my tears away from my damp cheeks.
His mouth trailed to my lips. His tongue slid easily into my inviting mouth. He made slow gentle love to my mouth with his lips and tongue. I forced my worries to the deepest recesses of my mind and accepted what he offered. He gave me so much tenderness that my heart overflowed with internal tears of its very own.
His lips were sweet and pliant against mine as he gave my mind, soul, and heart exactly what it needed. He fed into my soul on a spiritual level that had nothing to do with mere sex or lust. He gave to me what no other could or would ever give me. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. I needed no other man to fulfill me as he did ever again.
“Let me love you, baby,” he muttered against my lips.
“That’s all I have ever wanted… Love me, Jonathan.”
He slowly peeled my clothes from my body, before removing his own. He covered my body with his. He was my shelter in the midst of the internal storm of my own making. He trailed delectable mouth-watering kisses down my trembling body, before stopping at the juncture at my thighs.
His tongue played a melodious harmony against my clit before slipping his thick tongue inside my heated core.
His tongue swirled and danced in passion’s harmony, which caused a symphony of elicit sighs to escape from my lips. His tongue adored and adorned my intimacy with love’s passionate bliss. I wished, in that moment, that we were on some faraway tropical island away from everyone and everything. I sighed his name into existence with desire oozing from every syllable and vowel in his name.
He trailed soft kisses back up my thighs and belly before settling his body fully between my thighs. He entered me slowly, deriving as much pleasure from his slow drawn out entrance inside my wet warmth as possible.
When he arrived finally and fully inside my nest of love, I felt he was home. His home was inside of me. My home was beneath him as he unknowingly sheltered me from my infidelity and pain that I had brought to us all.
I closed my eyes and imagined us on a different plane, a place where no one existed but us, where time stood still, our love overriding any and all of the mistakes that I ever made as it was erased from the earth’s memory forevermore.
His loving was taking me to another level, to a place where I was free and forgiven for my sins, the sins that he knew nothing about; yet, he healed me through his unconditional love.
“You are the one and only for me, Serenity,” he said, slipping deeper into me. “We are made for each other in every way,” he continued, as he made sweet love to me mentally as well as spiritually.
He continued to pummel into me with strong, dominant strokes. I met and received his strokes by wrapping my thick thighs around his trim waistline. I met him head on, thrust for thrust. We melted into each other’s existence, becoming one entity instead of two. We were one being melted into each other’s essence and existence towards a time and place where no one else entered into the equation but the two of us.
This was the way it should have been from the very beginning. If I made it through this test of my mistakes, I promised myself that I would become the best wife and mother to our future children that I could be. I would be faithful, honest, and love him and only him with my body. I would never defile my body by letting another enter in my sacred temple again.
“I love you, Jonathan, so very much,” I muttered against his slick chest.
“I love you too, baby,” he grunted and gathered me closer as we neared our fulfillment.
My walls convulsed around his shaft as I sprayed all of my love juices onto his hardness. He shuddered against me before releasing, and splashed his essence deeply inside to mix our chemistry together deeply inside my inner walls. We lie there afterwards, glowing and connected still. He was still inside of me throbbing as we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I knew in that moment we would always be connected, no matter what.
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