Because I’m looking straight up I can see Naira holding the spear, pointing it forwards. The smell is heavenly, and my mouth waters. My eyes follow the trajectory of his climb, the muscles in his arms and legs flexing and releasing in a mesmerizing dance. His eyes meet mine, and he gives a knowing smile, nodding towards the fish as if to say, “See what we’ve achieved.”
While the fish cooks, Naira turns to the basket of fruit, his deft hands plucking out the ripest ones. I kneel, allowing him to place it over my shoulders. My orgasm starts to build, the tension coiling in my belly. Naira stands behind me, his firm grip on my hips. It still flaps and squirms in its last moments. Naira points at the stream with excitement, his eyes alight with something I can’t see. Naira points at the stream with excitement, his eyes alight with something I can’t see.
