I plaster my body around his.
He turns his head. "Ready?"
"Mmhmm."
My pulse speeds up. I hold on tight. In the middle of the river, we dip lower. Malin's chin is in the water. My gut flips.
The pressure of the water is strong. Even though I'm holding Malin tight, I have to squeeze harder not to get dragged away.
He continues moving through the stream until we're on the other side.
"Whoo!" I shout when I release myself from him.
He chuckles. "Did you enjoy that?"
"I think I had the easy part."
He takes my hand. "Let's dry off and get moving, ma belle."
We change and walk the same direction we came the night before. The air thickens as the sun heats the jungle, and birds chirp all around us.
"Will you teach me French?" I ask.
"You said you already knew some words?"
"I had one class as a child, but then my school decided we only needed to know Spanish."
"Ahh. I see. I think I have a better idea though."
"What's that?"
"Why don't you teach me Spanish as I teach you French?"
"Okay."
We walk a few hours, sometimes through thick foliage, but mostly on a narrow path along the river, speaking phrases in different languages. We only stop for small breaks and to eat fruit and macro bars.
It's late in the afternoon when I suggest, "Let's switch to dirty words and phrases."
Malin raises his eyebrows. "But then you'll know all the filthy things I say to you."
My flutters take off. "I know."
He grins. "You go first, then. Give it to me dirty, my sexy ma belle."
In Spanish, I say, "You have a big, beautiful cock."
He groans. "I have no clue what you said, but say that to me the next time we're naked."
"Will that be later today?" I tease. But I am ready for a replay.
Heat fills his eyes, and he scans my body. He leans into my ear. "As much as you want me, you can have me, ma belle. Now tell me what you said."
My sex pulses. I take a deep breath. "You have a big, beautiful cock."
His lips twitch, and he says something in French. My insides flutter more.
"That means?"