I knew, that it was time to go.
Once River and I returned to the lodge we were both tired and yet he still found the time to be fascinated by the zebra that was wandering outside of our room. He was just standing there waving at it and I smiled, I had given up on explaining to him that they weren’t really all that fascinating to me.
“I could stay here forever.” River expressed to me. “I love being here in Nairobi.”
“I can tell.” I giggled placing my hands on my hips, the crickets chirping and the moon shining brightly from behind the acacia trees. “I think Kenya loves you too.”
“I realized that I like the sun,” River told me turning around.
“Yeah, you’ve gotten quite the tan while being here, all of our friends will be shocked,” I told him.
“You feel like the sun to me though.” He said, grabbing hold of my hands and opening the door to our chalet. “Warm, familiar, reliable, so I will have the sun wherever I go.”
Afterwards, I proceeded to take a warm bath, I put on one of River’s shirts afterwards. He was sketching something seated by a pillow on the big white bed, I stood awkwardly in the doorway. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“What’s mine is yours.” He assured me, then pulled me closer and began applying lotion onto my legs, just like I always did before bed. “Thank you for introducing me to your family today. It means a lot that you’ve let me into your heart, and your life like this. I’m sorry if I didn’t make a good impression or if they didn’t like me…”
“They really liked you.” I reassured him, “Why would you think they didn’t?”
“Well, I didn’t really relate to a lot of the things your uncles wanted to talk about. I figured they maybe didn’t think I was masculine enough for you. But I’m okay with it though, I’d rather cook and weave baskets beside you and your aunts than talk about football and drink.” He told me with humour in his tone.
“And I love that about you,” I added. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Did you mean it when you said I’m your partner?”
“Of course, Armani I would have never laid a finger on your body if I never intended for you to be mine.” He assured me.
“Oh.” I realized.
“Yeah.”
“Comment ai-je eu autant de chance?”How did I get so lucky?I wondered. “You are such a beautiful man River Kennedy, inside and out.”
“Kiss me…” he asked and then my lips met his.
Our kiss was hot, fiery, and passionate, it was different this time. It wasn't slow, or patient, it was filled with the hunger and need we so craved from each other since the day that we met. This time it was him who bit my lip, but when I looked into his cold blue eyes it was not regret that I saw—no it was deliberate.
In the most fucked up way possible, we liked seeing each other bleed, perhaps it was a small reminder that despite everything we were not made of stone like our art, but we were human. Soveryhuman.
I lifted the hem of his shirt over his head and ran my hand down every muscle on his body, every freckle, every dimple, and every arc. He was art to me. Finer than any painting I had ever crafted. My fingers drifted down his back and he tensed when I did so. Holding his gaze I allowed him to strip me of my shirt and marvel at the bare skin underneath, he immediately reached behind me and unhooked what was once clasped together & slipped off my undergarments with his teeth.
I wasn't scared, I'd been waiting for this since the day I first laid eyes on him. If anything I was exhilarated.
River's breathing grew more laboured and I sighed when he pushed me onto his bed and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he glided his tongue over my hot skin. His touch sent heat shooting through my veins, and I gripped the sheets with anticipation. He swept my braids over my shoulders and drank me in with his eyes. The sensation of his skin against mine was the most exquisite feeling.
I gripped at his hair and he moaned my name like it was the seventh deadly sin. "Armani..." and it sent me over the edge.
He breathed my name into my chest and I whimpered wanting more, craving more. He knelt before me and gripped my thighs to pull them closer towards him, he moved his tortuous tongue and I arched my back at the contact.
He began reaching for honey and it was inevitable all things sweet would indeed soon come to him.
"La patience est une vertue." He spoke teasingly, with no pardon to his French,patience is a virtue.
"Tu oses parler de vertu avec ta langue en moi?" I retortedyou dare speak of virtue with a tongue so wicked?He laughed at that and so did I, but all pleasantries were gone as I reached to undo his belt.
it was almost as though my body was a vessel built solely for him. He moved slowly at first, my legs wrapped around his waist and my knuckles white and desperately gripping the sheets. We moved to a rhythm only we knew, in tune with a frequency of a much higher power than our human bodies could possibly comprehend.
