The next two days were complete bliss and surpassed any adventure they’d ever had. Xavier and Corinne found themselves tracking through the exquisite Batoka Gorge with the Victoria waterfall drizzling in the backdrop. They paddled across what was known as the boiling pot in a raft that brought them face to face with the rainfall of water. Then with Xavier’s help, they climbed onto a nearby landing of rocks and stood underneath the waterfall.

“Not afraid to get your hair wet, I see,” Xavier said as they crossed under the water and were shielded behind it.

Corinne poked her lip out then smiled. “Nope but be warned that you’re about to see my hair in its natural state once this is over.”

“Hmmm, I’d much prefer it that way.”

Corinne twisted her lips. “You lie,” she said.

Xavier closed in on her, and Corinne stepped back as he got closer. Her back hit the solidness of the black basalt rock, and her eyes lurched because she knew she was in trouble.

“Now does this look like the face of someone who’d lie to you?”

Xavier grinned naughtily, and Corinne shrieked when he lifted her in his arms. Her legs found their home around his waist and with her comfortable latch came a rigid dragging of his dick to her vagina.

“I’ve been thinking,” Xavier said. His voice was deep and penetrating as he fought to finish his thought through the lava-filled heat that swept over his skin. “What’s keeping you in Florida? Everyone you love is either in Tennessee or Illinois.”

Corinne practically purred as she responded. “Florida is my home. It’s all I’ve known when it comes to building a foundation. But Chicago is growing on me.”

“Then you should stay,” he added, “with me.”

His dick would not be restricted in his shorts as it reached out and tapped against the seat of her panties.

“Oh…” A moan escaped her lips, and they both instantly became aroused.

“We’re in public, we probably shouldn’t,” Corinne said.

“You’re right,” Xavier agreed. “We should get out of here before I end up devouring you against this rock.”

Corinne’s nipples cowered as they hardened. She rotated her hips, causing more heat to balloon in his erection. It became hard as steel, and her fingers trotted down to his shorts, and easily she pulled his bulging member out.

It curved upward and stabbed against her pussy like it had hit a bullseye.

“What are you doing, Bella…” His lips landed against hers for a sweltering kiss.

She spoke between their lips meshing while huffing and puffing. “Getting devoured by you against this rock,” she crooned.

Xavier growled and planted her back against the pillar. “Will you stay with me in Chicago?” he asked. “I need you there.”

Corinne shuddered. “Yes.” Xavier kissed her mouth as Corinne panted again. “Yes,” she whispered.

Xavier’s heart rocked against his chest. “I don’t have a condom,” he warned.

They continued kissing as the head of his shaft pierced her mound, threatening to enter her cove.

“I’ve got my papers,” Corinne said. “Do you?”

Xavier pulled off her lips and hovered right over her mouth. With one strong hand, he reached down and slipped her bikini bottom to the side, revealing her precious sanctuary.

“I do,” he said, entering her soft and slow.

Corinne’s mouth opened, and her head fell back and Xavier rained kisses down her throat. He pushed inside her until not an inch of him was left uncensored. Something like a gurgle bubbled from Corinne’s throat, and she wheezed when his hips moved and rotated the sweet juices inside her.

“Fuck…” Xavier’s dark voice groveled.

“We’re moving forward whenever you guys are ready,” a guide said, standing on the opposite side of the water’s rain.

“Fuck again,” Xavier said, and Corinne giggled then moaned when he rocked inside her core so hard it practically snatched her soul.

Xavier grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head forward then swallowed her scream as he tore into her pussy, thrust after gutless thrust. Corinne wailed into his throat, and tears sailed from the corners of her eyes at his massive probing and thorough trajectory. His balls clapped the bottom of her ass and a spiral of hot lava coursed through their loins as they fucked to meet each other’s orgasm head on. Xavier tried to be quick, but making love to Corinne was a different type of paradise altogether. After what felt like ten minutes but was really twenty, they both came in sync, exploding in a torrent wave of a wet shower. Corinne’s crème coursed down Xavier’s shaft and he coated not only her walls within but her clean shaven mound. They shook, trembling with a force that had their hearts pounding and their bodies tingling.

Xavier sucked her mouth and ran his tongue down her chin to her neck. He wanted more and felt like an animal now that he’d gotten another taste of her.

“When we get back to the hotel…” He left that sentence in the air, and Corinne nodded in agreement.

“Shall we go back now?” She asked.

“Don’t tempt me, woman.”

“Okay, how about we head to our next spot and then depending on what’s shielding us, try this again.”

She couldn’t get enough of him either.

“Deal.”

He covered her vagina with the thin material of her bikini bottom and they resurface from behind the falls. From there, their adventure only got better as they found another place to paraglide.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this here!” Corinne gasped, combing her eyes over the flatlands and hills of Zambia. The land was color-coded and every spot that Corinne’s eyes fell upon exciting the adolescent inside of her.

“I told you we would, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was timid, and they sailed the breeze for as long as possible before landing and being caught up under the big balloon.

“Uh, oh…” Corinne said, seeing the devilish gleam in Xavier’s eye.

“Well what do you know, another place for us to hide and…”

Corinne screamed and giggled, and they rolled around finding themselves in another passionate erotic coupling.

When they reached the hotel, Corinne was fast asleep, and Xavier swept her up in his arms and carried her to their room where he laid her on the bed and watched her. His heart swelled as images of Corinne carrying his child began to take shape. He climbed into bed with her and before long was off in dreamland where they both slept through the night and half of the morning into the next afternoon.

When they finally rose, their day started in the shower, and as their last day, Xavier wanted to show Corinne his reasoning for bringing her to Zambia all along. After arriving in a neighborhood filled with children and women carrying buckets of water on their heads and babies on their backs, Corinne gawked and took it all in.

“I’ve only seen neighborhoods like this in movies,” she said.

Xavier nodded. “These families are provided these homes, clean water, and education due to the organizations like Save the Children. They also take donations directly through wire transfer, which helps the most because it gets the money to the people who need it the fastest and most effectively.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that.”

Xavier nodded. Corinne turned to him. “How did you know?”

He rubbed his chin. “I’ve had my fair share of donating as well, Bella Anima. Would you like to meet the children?”

Corinne’s eyes lit up. “Yes!”

They entered the village, and their guide introduced them to the kids and their parents. The kids wore school uniforms and were very lively and joyful. They began doing a ritualistic dance, and Corinne tried to follow their movements. When she felt like she had a few steps down, she asked them to show her again, and they were pleased to do so.

“Mister, do you know how to play ball,” one kid asked Xavier.

“By ball you mean basketball?” Xavier asked.

“Yes.”

“It’s my all-time favorite sport.”

The little boy grabbed Xavier’s hand. “He plays!” he yelled, and a group of boys crowded him with their own makeshift basketball.

“Oh, you want a piece of me?” Xavier said.

“Yeah!” they shouted.

“All right, let’s do this. Now Im’ma go easy on you because I’d hate to embarrass you in front of your friends,” Xavier told the first kid that approached him.

The little boy threw Xavier the ball as if to say “check” and Xavier tossed it back. They were playing a game of all of the children against Xavier, running around him in circles, passing the ball back and forth before making their shots in an old rugged hoop.

“Ah, man, ya’ll cheating,” Xavier said, and the kids all laughed.

On the sidelines, Corinne and the girls did their dance like cheerleaders while the boys played. Some of their movements snagged Xavier’s attention as he took his gaze over to the way Corinne’s hips rotated. While he was distracted, the ball hit him upside the head, and the group of boys laughed then turned around and sent the ball flying through the hoop.

Corinne and the girls giggled, too, and Xavier winked over at her trying to refocus on the game. Their day was spent at the village, but when it was time to depart, it was bittersweet.

“Visit us again, please!” One little girl begged, tugging on Corinne. Corinne bent down, throwing her arms around the child.

“You have my word.”

They embraced with Xavier watching. Again, he thought of Corinne as his bride and mother of his children. He stood by until they finally let go, and with the linking of their fingers, they rode back to the hotel in calmed silence.