Page 21 of Burn Baby Burnt

“Not this time, dollface. Yacht attire though. I’ll give you that much.”

I’m immediately flooded with memories. Jasper bending me over the railing of the top deck, fucking me raw a few feet away from neighboring sail boats, my hair and little blue dress whipping around in the wind. The smell of sea water and the taste of his cum on my lips. The yacht. The yacht we would hide away on for weekends or weeks at a time. It was our own little slice of paradise, like the estate with an ocean view.

Beaming up at him, my lips peck against his cheek. “Really?”

“Really,” he agrees. “On second thought though, why the hell should we waste so much time packing?” I’m thrown over his shoulder in one swift toss, my hair spilling out of my bun. His hand lands a playful smack against my bare butt while he walks us into the on-suite bathroom. The shower water hits loudly against the tiles and he strides directly into the lukewarm stream, soaking us along with our clothes.

I yelp as he sets me down, swiftly pulling his now soaking wet shirt off of my body. His sweat pants hit the floor next and then I’m pressed back against the glass door. Jasper’s tongue parts my lips, one hand caressing my face, the other lifting a leg and hooking it around his hips.

“Put my cock where it belongs, Dixie,” he breathes in-between kisses.

I can barely see through the steamy water and the droplets sticking to my eyelashes, but I do. I wrap my hand around his throbbing length and line it up, swiping it through my cunt to hit my clit twice before forcing it to slip inside of me. All the while Jasper is making me shiver, kissing my neck, sucking at my breasts and running his hands over every inch of my skin he can reach in this position.

His hips roll, thrusting himself inside of me completely. I’m still sore from yesterday, but I don’t dare complain. The delicious stretch calms the more potent ache I’ve been suffering for years. My hands settle against his ribs, encouraging him to keep going with a little pull. He finds a slow but deep pace, fusing his mouth against mine again.

“Fuck, Dixie,” he breathes. “We fit so well together.”

His pace quickens a fraction. I cry out, meeting each thrust.

“Greedy,” he whispers. “Such a greedy, horny, little thing.”

“So good,” I murmur against his kiss.

“Too good,” he rasps. “Not gonna last. Rub that clit, babydoll.”

His next stroke has his pelvis graze exactly where I want it to touch. My eyes roll back in appreciation. “Don’t need to. C–coming,” I sigh, arching my back and curling my toes into his spine. His name becomes a prayer on my lips as I chant it, bathing in the moment. The water has gone from warm to steaming hot, only adding to the comfort.

The heat wave of pleasure hits deeper than yesterday, especially as his chest presses into my hardened nipples, adding a third point of nerves being stroked. He joins me, repeating my name quietly, moaning deep in his chest while his cock pulses inside of me.

“Fuck, Dix. You’re still squeezing my dick,” he praises against the skin of my neck. “Perfect. Just,Perfect.”

He lets my leg fall and his cock slip out of me, his cum falling down my thighs slowly. We stay embraced under the warm water, soaking in each other’s presence. Until Jasper begins washing me off, lathering my body in his soaps, and rinsing me off after I’m all clean. He does the same to himself while I watch. His body is chiseled with sharp angles of muscle, complemented by the olive tone of his complexion. The water and bubbles glide off of him in no time, ending the view to his little show.

Jasper towels off the two of us in silence, never taking his eyes off of my body, kissing my shoulders a few different times. He ends the silence after wrapping a silky blue robe around me, securing it into place with the tie.

“All of the clothes you left here are in the foyer guest room closet. Wear the white dress for me?”

I swallow thickly at the reminder of it. The first thing Jasper bought me. The white dress. Not only did he keep my things, he kept them in the only other bedroom on this floor. He wanted them close. “Okay,” I say quickly. “How do you want my hair?”

He never specifically started asking me to dress a certain way, or wear my hair how he wanted it. I just sort of listened anytime he said he liked it in specific styles. I loved when he would pick things for me. Thinking about it reminds me that I still enjoy the thought of it. It’s like a little thrill each time he sees me just the way he wants me and I can never get enough of it. I thought I would never get it again, but here I am.

He smiles. “The little tiny ponytails you do at the top on each side, with the rest down and wavy. Like you do when you want to bake. Remember?”

My heart races. “I remember.Everything. Always.”

Jasper slowly nods. “Me too.”

The yacht stays docked at theBelle City Harborabout an hour from the estate. The northern east coast can be quite cold during the month of February, but the weather is uncharacteristically warm and will be for the remainder of winter.Global warming, I suppose.

Growing up so close to the unruly weather of New York has made me immune to most conditions as it is. I don’t mind the cold, or the warmth. Jasper, on the other hand, despises the snow. He thinks it’s inconvenient and reflects the sun too brightly. He loves a good spiked hot cocoa though. I’m sad I missed that this year.

The small crew greets us both as we board, offering warm smiles. Pam is already on deck when we arrive with Beau and her niece Morgan. She’ll be preparing our meals on the trip as usual, and Beau will be able to run around with Morgan. Of course, there are off-limits areas. The private deck toward the front of the ship is all ours.

I had only met Beau as an infant before, but he’s a charming little guy now, offering hugs and blowing kisses while Jasper pulls me away.

“Ah, come on,” I pout. “I was making friends.”

Jasper snorts. “You can see him at lunch. We have a date with the jacuzzi, berries and mimosas.”

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