Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 4 - Savior

I lie down in a significance of silence staring into nothing in the ceiling wondering about Justine and my life back home, my phone was destroyed during this whole ordeal in my life, and I don't believe there would be any signal here anyway. Just what am I missing out there now, is my mom worried? Is there is search party thing for me? All these unanswered questions but the real problem that nearly has me nauseous is never seeing 'Him' again. How long has it been since I've been bed - well ... Rock ridden; my wounds are still as apparent as ever, but the pain has become tolerable.

I can sit up again and move my muscles without dying inside. Is this the first chapter of meeting the love of your life after a life-threatening accident? Or just with Mafia books. Speaking of which I need to update my stories, so many words I want to pour into my pages, now that life has restarted for me but for now let me focus on my surroundings.

Words I've literally never thought I'd think before, I look beyond feeling a ghost of a smile on my face at the new way of thinking when suddenly my nose picked up a familiar scent, my heart picked up its pace. Am I having a heart attack? biting my cheek to not fan girl when I felt body heat on the right side of my body with soft breaths. Erratic breaths break out from me, and I can feel the sweat coming down. I Know I'm a naturally awkward person but this feeling is all new.

"Rowan"? I softly breathed, fighting to keep my nervousness at bay. My experiences with men have been nothing short of awkward, especially in the presence of the Tarzan man. Just as the name left my mouth, I watch his head lean into my view as a response. Deep blue eyes filled with a calm emotion, I couldn't help the feeling, the way my body melted like butter.

He says no words as always, just stares at me curiously, so entranced by the color of deep blue I hadn't noticed how close he was getting, our nose nearly touching, large, toned arms trap my body inside. Can he hear my heartbeat? can he sense what he is doing to me? Even up close - no flaws, no blemishes, no zits nothing. I just hope for my sake he sees the same. I gasp when his head suddenly dips to my right ear, our cheeks almost touching.

"Rowan" I whisper, nearly moaning at the close proximity of the beautiful man, as usual no words. I know he can speak; I just keep forgetting he doesn't speak my language. The very man that saved my life and I cannot communicate with him, how can I thank him properly. My face turns hot at how those words spewed in my head and the answer to those questions caused a pool in my p***y. I feel him smelling me, almost wondering what I am and where I am from. Is he curious about women in general? Or black women?

Suddenly I felt his hands slithering underneath my body; one hand cupping my nape and the other holding a comfortable position on my back. With no efforts from me at all, I feel myself being lifted, so gently and nurtured as if holding a wrapped newborn.

"What are you-" I saw it than, food.

Crisp brown meat with what looks like sauce resembling barbecue smeared smoothly on every corner, not to thick not to thin, rice so white and fresh with sides of vegetables placed neatly on a crisp lettuce - like bowl. The food looked simply immaculate and delicious just like the man towering above me. A slight chuckle from my right pulls me out of my trance, looking over at him I felt my heart leap, the smile he gives me with those pearly white teeth was handcrafted thoroughly by God himself. I could stare at him forever; he slowly stops the laughter and brings his hand up to my face carefully, staring at my lips.

Toned body with a slight tan flex with the jerk of his moving limb, eyes so deep and blue, If I could die in one peaceful way.

It would be just by looking at his eyes.

I lean into his palm unconsciously inhaling that smell of coconuts again, I'm a Caribbean woman I know tropical smells. Thumb seductively traces my cheeks until he gets to my lips slowly. I've seen this before, he is prepping me for a kiss, this is his way of asking for permission.

I have no mirror; I pray I don't look like a worth hog. Leaning into him, eyes on my lips, I begin to pucker my lips closing my eyes ready to meet his lips. Oh, dear God my heart race is too much.

I can't control my body anymore, leaning in puckering my lips I felt his thumb swipe my mouth, it's than I felt drool pooling under my chin, and I wished the mountain lion should have finished me off honestly.

See.

But was it the food? Or the strong sexy Tarzan man that is half naked in from of me ... oh and did I mention he annihilated a lion in my honor, if I was that type of girl, I would have stapled my legs open and let him use my p***y over and over again.

Ducking away to wipe my face I feel myself burn hot of embarrassment, I can't look at him. With one more smile he huffs genuinely he sits next to me on the rocky bed I'm tempted to lay my head on his chest, placing the food on his chest he gestured for me to eat something. My dumbass thought he wanted me to scoot over, when he noticed I was moving away he gently slithered has palm around my waist and as if I weighed a feather, he lifts me with one hand until I was on his lap.

The roaring fan girl in me right now is soaring, I've always felt insecure about my weight, have always been afraid to go on any rides for my large bum, in today's society they make everything for thinner women. A category I clearly don't fit in, discharge Kevin never failed to remind me. Yet Rowan didn't even struggle, I felt my body being cared for and nurtured.

"Comdas" he spoke, the velvet deep voice massaged my whole body, so rich and sultry, the true voice of a man, I could listen to him speak for hours.

But ... what the f**k did he just say?

Though I'm daze, I don't fail to furrow my brows a bit looking down at him, is this what I'll be looking at if I ride him? My oh my, turn me into a cowgirl and saddle my horse.

Yeehaw.

"Comdas, Naga".

On second thought I think I'll hang his head, wait. It means girl.

Still confused, he raised a brow in realization at my unawareness of his language, "Ah". I watch him lift a hand grabbing the meat, the crunching of the skin from the meat reminded me of fried chicken the aroma partnered up well with the display. With his thumb and index, he rips a small part of the meat, gathering rice and vegetables. The movement of his hand was gentle, he kept one hand on the small of my back occasionally massaging his palm, the thick veins I watched on his hand were so fascinating to watch, I don't even know what looked more delicious by that point.

"Comdas" he spoke once more lifting a brow in expectance, while mouthing for me to open up.

Ohhh, is it 'food' in his ... whatever language.

Opening my mouth, he paused for a second and looked at me in awe, a gleam came and went... in shock I watch him stick his fingers in my mouth, eyes so pure and intent, he doesn't even blink the entire time his fingers are submerged. I forgot about the food, and just kept sucking the flavor of a spicy sauce on his fingers. Pulling it out slowly until I released it with a pop, with his eyes still on me he watches me chew, slowly. Expression calm, but those eyes, they are saying something and from the feel of what's moving under me, I'd say my cowgirl wish will come true.

Again, he repeats the action, the entire time no words, just a really hot, and steamy feeding, his eye contact never faltered, I couldn't bare it for too long, they seem to darken to a dangerous onyx, I'm no virgin but it has been a while since I have had s*x. The grip on my back gets a little harsher, I have the sudden urge to grind on his lap just to tease him. The food long finished yet, he keeps me on his lap, with one swoop he is on his feet with my legs wrapped around his waist, so strong and manly I can feel just how toned and muscled he was. I was in shock I didn't get to gasp.

He lays me back down gently with my head on the wall, putting me into a labor position.

What the f**k?

The more I tried to close my legs and lower them his grip overpowered my mine, taking my hand he placed it in between my legs and the other on my chest and backs away, just what is it he is doing?

"Gut fühlen" he speaks once more, still confused he gestured on his n****e what I was supposed to be mimicking, yet a part of me was still confused, yet found the gesture rather funny.

My laughing came to halt seeing the seriousness lacing in his eyes, there is something he wants me to do. There is something he wants to see, why are my hands placed this way?

Just than our eye contact broke when his grandmother walked in, she eyes the scene and me positioned the way I am before slapping him on the head. An action he didn't even notice, I don't even think he felt anything, his eyes are still on me.

"Bagsa" she says with assertion, with his glare still on me, my breath caught in my throat as he leaned in towards me, my forehead was met with the gentlest warmth of a lingering kiss I have ever felt in my life. Closing my eyes secretly inhaling his manly scent in reciprocation. I was right, those lips were thoroughly crafted by God himself, soft and moist, I secretly wished they were my lips instead. Had I had a lighter complexion he would have seen all the blood rushing to my head.

My body felt naked and cold when he stepped away from me, mentally whimpering from the distance, I think the pain was visible in my eyes, for he gave me a reassuring smile before leaving. I watch his backside leave noticing a dark tan.

"Go ahead and Lay back down love, I'm sorry if he woke you up". she tells me reassuringly. "He is never like this with anyone, not even me".

Inwardly smiling at that statement, "Thank you so much for helping me, I am grateful to both you and him. I bet he has a lot of things to do, and he has to leave it all for me."

I watch her brows debate between furrowing all together or lifting one up with my statement. "What do you mean love?"

"I noticed the tans on his back, he probably is working hard a lot. Yet listens to you and comes to help me under your order. He is amazing".

Her face relaxes than. "My grandson is amazing, yet It would be a miracle if he ever truly does what I say." she huffs out a chuckle, the rings on her lips jingle to the movement. " He does this entirely on his own, no matter how many times I told him to stay away and leave the healing to me, since I'm the Doctor he refuses to."

As if my heart couldn't leap out any further from its ribcage, "that is very sweet, I had no idea. Even in between his other activities? he tans so much".

"These medications are known to help you sleep while they cure your body. You never know when they knock you out, when you are sleeping, the sun sets the rays enter through the holes, he would stay there blocking your face the entire time, with his back being the shield."

As if straight out of a w*****d story, the words couldn't process in my brain. The escalation of my heart rate almost gave me an asthma attack, someone is caring for me this way? for me? I made up my mind long ago that id accept my fate in dying alone, every date I have ever had ended in failure, I'd be lucky to get a text back the next day. Is this the emotions of the female lead in the book? Can I place myself in their shoes? But like most female characters the happy thought came and went. Creeping in my newfound of unsettlement and insecurity.

He doesn't even know me, why would he do all of this for me. I can swallow the reason behind the mountain lion, when you are a giant Tarzan like man, big cats are like kitties to you, of course you'll save someone in need. As the unsettlement crept in, so did my slight uneasiness to everything and found myself questioning everything she mentioned to me since day one.

Is this out of Pure Selfless fascination of women not of his age, or is this a fetishization of a Black Women?

How could I be so stupid, how could I be stupid to think there was a choice between my life back home and the Beautiful Tarzan man... Maybe my sadness was redirected to the simple fact that men like him are quickly swiped up from the market where I live, leaving me only with guys like discharge Kevin or Fish face Jeff. Of course, I fall in love too quickly with every hot guy I see and assume any kind gesture means they are head over heels for me.

I got a taste though, of what it's like to be the main character, but I need to get back home, I need to head back to my boring society. I'm never going to forget him though; I don't think I can.

"Excuse me" I can hear the pain in my own voice. Looking up at me in question. "When am I able to move again? I need to get back home".

I felt like I was chocking at her response, "Two weeks".