Page 67 of Feverburn

“Will do.”

I watched as he took off, then told Rosie when the coast was clear. She came out of the cuddy chanting that stupid song “Ice, Ice Baby!” and danced around me. I was grateful she didn’t let the interruption ruin the playful outing.

I checked my pole and got us more water. Watching me, she wound her bikini string around her finger anxiously. “You should let me do something. I feel so bad you’re doing all the work.”

“Quit your bitchin’ and come sit on this face,” I said, grabbing her hips as I slinked down on the bench.

“What?” she asked, mouth hanging.

Flat on my back, I position her straddling over my chest. I could tell she didn’t believe me, so I crunched up, biting one of the strings on the side of her bikini, letting it drop. She watched with a shocked giggle.

I ran my thumb over her pink slit, separating her. The sound and sight of it made my mouth water. “I’d love to taste you. Would you like that? Or does this bother you?” I asked, making sure she was comfortable with my brazen behavior.

“You stopping would be the only thing that would bother me at this point.” She untied the other side, throwing the fabric across the boat before scooting closer.

I brought her to me, nuzzling her sweet pussy as a hiss escaped her lungs while she fought the urge to sit completely down on my face.

“Fuck that feels good. Your mouth on me is…you’re the…”

“The only man you’ll ever want tasting you again,” I finished for her, pushing her down, completely smothering in her sweetness. With an ass cheek in each hand, I held her to me as she braced on the lip of my boat with both hands. And from there, we let the waves help her rock against my face.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Afterwards, Rosie lounged in the sun. Her bikini was thin, causing her nipples to poke through as she sprawled on the back of my boat. I put sunscreen on earlier but rubbed her down every hour, which she found entertaining.

“Babe, I’m not going to shrivel up and die!”She shielded her face from the sun while looking down at me.

I knelt on the boat's seat and grabbed one of her legs to slather the lotion.“I don’t want you sunburnt. I’m not done touching you.”I rubbed higher and higher on her leg before flopping it down and pulling up the other one, making her giggle.“Turn over.”

She giggled more.“Now I feel like a rotisserie chicken!”

She flopped over, and I smacked her ass playfully.“Well, if you insist on cooking like one, woman!”

“What about you?”

I scoffed.“I was made for this. I am Greek. Greek doesn’t creak.”

She turned on her back and shielded her face again to look at me. She touched my beard and slightly tugged it.“You’re sostriking. I’m jealous you can tan.”

“Don’t be. I like you just the way you are.”

I sat on the bench cushion below where she lay on the boat's back end. My shoulder was at the same level as her body, which was on full display for my eyes tofeast. My fingers trailed around her navel and then on the edges of her ribs. She had a black and gray under-bust tattoo of Medusa on her solar plexus with ornate snake filigree spreading on her ribs. It wasgorgeousand crisp. It depicted a fanged Medusa asfierceyet beautiful.

“Speaking of Greek, you have alovefor Medusa?”I asked while tracing a snake.

Her mouth pulled into an uncomfortable smile. She must be ticklish.“Something like that, yeah.”

A shiny patch of puckered white skin caught my eye above Medusa’s head. One snake swirled around it, concealing it entirely. I don’t think I could’ve seen it if it wasn't in direct sunlight. It was aperfectcircle right where her ribs met, no bigger than a quarter. I touched it, wondering if it was a scar.

I glanced up at Rosie, who was already staring at me.“What’s this scar from?”

Her voice came out small, barely audible above the waves.“It’s a branding.”

Like the hot poker ranchers used on animals?My palm covered it as my mind sputtered, trying to decipher what could have happened. Her hand covered mine in solidarity, but she said nothing else.

“Was it done on purpose?”I asked.

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