KHIP-HOP Mini Series

Giriboy 04

"You selling yourself makes my heart ache"

He's sitting at the edge of the bed while I wash my hands in the sink. He doesn't look at me, infact he hasn't said a word while here, he just kept his head hung low and hands on his face, I know he must be regretting this by now. 

Whatever happened before coming here must have been bad. 

But I couldn't say anything, all I could do was watch him, watch as his world fell apart beside mine. I couldn't provide any words of comfort, there was nothing I could say that could change anything about us.

If maybe my parents hadn't left me, if maybe I hadn't sought comfort in men's wallet's but rather their hearts, if Giriboy and I could have met under different circumstances then my love for him would've been infinite. 

I would have loved him like he should be loved. 

And maybe I could've been really happy. 

We could've...

But that kind of life only exists in the movies. And my life wasn't scripted, it was real. 

With that in mind. I take a deep breath and do what I was brought here for. I walk towards him, each step weighing down on me, as if I was walking on thin ice. I could feel the pain in my chest accumulating the closer I got. And when I stood before him he must have sensed me there because he pulls his hands from his face and flinches. 

I swallow whatever fear I have and instead kneel in front of him, taking his hands in mine. "It's okay." I sound so monotone. "I'll take care of you." I recite the line I've said plenty of times before to many men before him. 

He finally looks up at me, his eyes wet. "So this is the only way huh?" My heart clenches. "This is the only way to your heart?"

I freeze now. He lifts his hand and trails a finger down my cheek bone to the collar of my neck. "You know..." He paused, starring at my lips. "You were the reason why I wanted to rap." I feel a gasp leave my lips. "I was going to use the money I got to get us a home, to start a family...I was going to give you all the love they took away." His expression suddenly saddens at the memory. "But I hurt you too."

I was about to say something when instead he leans forward and places a kiss on my lips. He paused somewhere in the middle of the kiss, his eyes looking right into mine almost as if asking permission to go on ahead. 

He was naive to think he couldn't proceed from here, but I nod my head and that's when he deepens the kiss. 

-

No one's ever made love to me. 

I didn't even know such a way of holding a person existed, but he made me feel like I was pure, like I was innocent. 

The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary.

I feel him, all of him, pressed against me, and I inhale his aftershave and that scent that's just him.

The scent that just feels like home. 

I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don't care, I don't care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn't matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer.

And when about every inch of me is naked and so is every inch of him that's when he presses me against the mattress, his body hovering over mine as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. 

My heart was ready to explode from how high on this I was. And I just about loose it when he entered, when we connected stars were all I could see. 

Our panting escalated as he pushed inside me. I starred deep into his eyes and he starred back into mine as he rocked his hips, "You belong to me." He murmured against my lips. 

"My heart does." I blurt out. 

I don't have time to regret what I said because it takes a toll on him, in a good way though, because he's crushing his lips against mine and this time he wraps his arms around my naked body and so do I. 

"I love you." He whispers. 

He pushed against me some more as our breathing became more ragged but the sensation that drew near had me on a high. And I loved every inch of him that rubbed against every inch of me.

Reaching the climax of our high he pins my hands over my head and groans against my lips, uttering my name.

And then I'm lost.

My toes curled from the insane pleasure that shot from my center throughout my whole body, and I continued to jerk as he held me.

I buried my face into his chest to hide my embarrassment. 

And all he did was laugh in amusement. But once my breathing came back to normal he pulled me in for another kiss and before I knew it we were headed for another passionate embrace.

-

It was silent after that, as he held me to him. He didn't say much after what happened but he continued to hold me close. Running his hand through my hair, "I have to go." He says. 

I flinch. "Oh." 

He released his hold on me and pushed himself off the bed and began to put his clothes on while I stayed in bed wrapped up in the covers. I didn't know what to say or where to go from here. 

I somehow knew that after this nothing would be the same anymore. 

I can feel his eyes on me. "Come with me." 

My heart stops and my eyes meet his. "Come with me." He repeats his offer. 

My insides feel like their being attacked by a swarm of butterflies. "I'll take care of you." He promises extending his hand for me to take. 

I don't know what to say but a part of me really wants to keep whatever disaster we have brewing going, I want to know how far we can go and how hard I can fall and to be completely honest I knew that Giriboy would never hurt me. The only awful thing we could do to each other was fall in love with one another. 

So as slowly as I could I took his hand, and for a second his eyes widened in disbelief and then before I knew it he yanked me off the bed and into his arms. "I'll make the hurt go away." He promises. 

And that's where the first mistake of many began.

(To be continued)