Chapter 29 #2
I haul her against me, my lips layering with hers. “Next time it’s great white or bust, baby.”
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“This is magical,” Bianca whispers on a dreamy sigh as we stare up at the endless ocean of stars, the sea gently rocking us from below. After a quiet beat, she says, “Do you remember when you once asked me where my happy place was?”
“Yeah,” I murmur absently as I take in the constellations.
“Mine had been with Forest. Playing video games and hanging out. He never made me feel less than, only more, and it was the same for me with him. I hadn’t done much art until I moved in with him and his family, but I started drawing and painting after my spinal surgery and I was laid up for a while.
I loved it, but it wasn’t what called to me.
After Forest died, I was so lost. You know that.
But then after Mom married Duke and we moved to his ranch, I started playing with metal.
That became my happy place. Doing metal work, making things with my hands.
But I can see how this is your happy place now and I’m thinking this might be a very close second for me too. ”
“I told you back then my happy place was the hospital. The OR. That was true. It’s still true.
It’s what stirs my soul, but the only place I feel true peace is here.
On the water with the sky and the stars and the quiet of my mind around me.
You’re real, B and you remind me what it feels like to allow myself to be that way too. ”
She leans deeper into me, kissing a spot over my sternum and then working to the left side of my chest. Over my heart.
“You once texted me in the middle of the night that you did this when the hospital became too stressful for you. You’d go on the rooftop of your building and stare up at the stars or the sky to give yourself a moment. Gain some perspective. Do you still do that?”
I hold her closer against me, kissing her temple as we lie on the large sunbed on the aft deck.
She’s wrapped up in a blanket, snuggled in close, and I think this is my favorite moment ever.
I might have already said that. In fact, I know I did.
But I’m quickly discovering that with Bianca, every moment is my new favorite.
“No. Not anymore. I was a newbie resident back then. Scared out of my mind. If I had a patient go south on me, it wasn’t just a patient.
It was a child. And that’s what gutted me more than anything else.
The young life with so much potential lost. It still guts me.
There is no getting used to that. But now I’ve learned to focus on the ones I do save.
On the kids who go on to live full, happy lives. ”
She twists toward me, abandoning the stars in favor of me.
Her fingers comb through my hair. “I think what you do is incredible. You fix tiny human hearts. I can’t even wrap my head around something like that and you do it.
Your whole family. You’re a bunch of billionaires.
Each of you. So many of your kind—the children of very wealthy families—live like that.
Off their trust funds and money and create a social media presence and contribute very little other than eating disorders and unreal expectations of life to others.
They do nothing for the greater good. But you all sacrifice and work impossibly hard and give back so much of yourselves through your work.
You save lives and that makes you a hero, Kaplan Fritz.
That’s why you should be famous. Not because you’re hot and have money. ”
I smirk down at her even though my heart is racing at what she just said. “You think I’m hot?”
She smacks at my chest. “Jerk. That’s what you got out of everything I just said?”
I chuckle, tearing the blanket off and rolling on top of her.
My forearms press into the stiff mattress, and I stare down into her eyes, barely illuminated by the glow of the ship lights.
“No. That’s not what I got out of that. But right now, all I care about is that I’ve got you.
Out here, it’s just us. No money or fame or press or sick patients.
We’re man and woman versus the ocean and the elements.
It’s an adventure. A ride. And it’s one I only want to take with you. ”
I let that settle for a moment, watch as it swirls across her beautiful face, through her sparkling eyes and across her curled-up lips.
Her hand cups my jaw and she stares up at me, spellbound. Just as I am with her. “You keep talking like that and you’re going to make a girl fall in love.”
“That might be a risk I’m willing to take so long as the girl doing the falling is you.”
I sink my weight down on top of her, my lips claiming hers in a kiss so deep I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
I’ve taken her so many times in so many ways, in every position there is all over this ship, but none of it feels like enough.
Some moments, the need to bury myself inside her is too intense to control.
There is always this voracious pounding in my chest when it comes to her.
A chant that cries for more, more, more .
Our mouths feast on each other, ravenous and wild.
Primal with an eternal hunger that will never be sated.
We make quick work of each other’s clothes, my mouth licking and kissing a trail down her neck to her incredible tits.
My hand squeezes and lifts one, my teeth scraping along the upslope until I reach her perfect pink peak.
Sucking it into my mouth, I take in as much of her as I can.
Her fingers grip my hair by the roots, her body rocking up into me, seeking friction I’m refusing to give her.
Bianca gets greedy. Frenzied. And it’s so fucking beautiful the way she grows desperate for my cock.
But tonight, I have so many plans for her.
Tomorrow is Sunday and we have to fly home.
Back to reality and I need this with her as much as she needs it with me.
Rising up off the bed, I smile at her displeased whimper. “Where are you going?”
“I’m getting this,” I tell her, grabbing a length of white rope that was sitting on the starboard edge by the lower aft deck.
“Kaplan.” My name is a nervous, breathy whisper. “Rope?”
“B, I’m a sailor and a doctor. I can truss you up in rope in six hundred different ways without breaking any of your beautiful skin. I can do breath play. I can do anything you can begin to imagine with a rope. All of it, you’ll love.”
“Okay.”
So trusting. My hands claim her wrists, dragging them up and over her head. I fasten the rope around her forearms, angling her hands for her to hold on to the line and then I tie her to the base of the sunbed.
“Wiggle your fingers for me,” I command, and she does while I test her circulation.
Coming back around, I climb back onto the bed, straddling her hips but not putting any weight down on her.
And god, just how sexy is she like this?
Splayed out and tied up on the bed, wanting and waiting for me.
With her arms over her head like this, her tits are pulled up and practically smooshed together.
My tongue dives into her cleavage, licking a trail from the bottom of her sternum to the top.
Bianca shivers beneath me. She loves it when I play with her tits and that reminds me.
“Don’t move.”
“What?” she shrieks in alarm as I run off yet again.
I race for our room, locate the item I was seeking, and then in less than a minute, I’m back with her.
“If you leave me a third time, especially like this, I’ll throw you overboard and let Matty the Mako eat you.”
A chuckle hits the air seconds before I kiss her. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I started getting all kinds of ideas and couldn’t stop.”
“Maybe you should plan your kink ahead of time, Doctor.”
“Definitely.” I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking it up into a hard pebble.
Then I place the clamp on her wet nipple and slide the tension bar up until it’s firm but not too tight.
To the point where Bianca’s moaning and whimpering at the bite, but not squirming or writhing in pain. “Good?” I check.
A jerky head nod. I’m pushing her past any limit she’s ever tested and it’s so beautiful to watch. I do the same with the other one and with both her nipples clamped, my mouth comes back down, covering one and then the other before blowing cool air on them.
Her back arcs and she pulls against the restraint on her arms.
Standing up, I shift toward her face, her eyes glued to my every move.
My cock bumps her lips, and she opens for me immediately, her tongue coming out to lick at my tip piercing.
“Get me nice and wet,” I tell her, pushing my cock into her mouth.
“Yes, B. Suck me down like a good girl. That’s it. So good.”
She slurps on me, bobbing her head as best as she can, but with how she’s positioned, she can’t do much. Once I’m nice and lubed up, I pull myself from her mouth and straddle her again, my cock sliding between her breasts.
“Oh, God,” she moans as I press her tits together even tighter, pulling ever so slightly on the nipple clamps.
My cock continues to fuck her gorgeous tits, thrusting up into them.
Her mouth opens, her chin pressed down as the head of my cock hits her lips.
She licks me as I do this, all the while playing with her tits and sensitive nipples.
Her tits feel so good like this. Warm cushions sliding against me, eating my cock up, the visual is nearly enough to have me coming like this. But it’s when I flick on the bullet and press it against her clit that she starts to go wild.
“Kaplan!” she screams.
I fuck her tits while playing with her clamped nipples and pressing the vibrator tighter against her throbbing clit. I can see her pussy leaking from here. Her legs shaking. Trembling. Thrashing.
“I’m going to fucking come.”
“No, you’re not. You’re not coming yet,” I tell her.