After an unplanned separation, Jason has returned to his luxury yacht in the midst of the Mediterranean Sea. He makes a mistake, misconstruing Gemma’s actions and she has withdrawn consent. However, she isn’t just his submissive, she is also his wife.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him standing under the mast arch—he had come to her.
“I apologise,” he said across the open space. “I missed you terribly. Being alone in the house for two nights, I overreacted to what I saw down below. I forgot I had only provided you with the company of men, without a suitable chaperone.”
She waited. He knelt by her sun bed and took her hand.
“I trust you implicitly. I love you and would like my wife to be with me tonight.”
Gemma wiped back a tear of relief. “Oh, God, Jason. You don’t know what those words mean to me. I only wanted you ever. I need you.”
“I know, babe. Forgive me?” His eyes sparkled in the dim light.
“Yes, of course,” she answered immediately.
The embrace and passionate kisses ended when she found herself on top of him on the sun bed. He handed her the reins. Peeling off her dress, she unzipped his fly and released his erection. She undid the buttons of his shirt and ran her hands down his chest, over his sculptured muscles. She lowered herself onto him and leant back, making him penetrate her deeply to her core. He did nothing to aid her other than to hold her waist while she made love to him.
She knew her sexual strengths well, the pace of her undulating hips, the clenching of her internal muscles, and the angle of her body. They mutually stifled their cries with warm, open-mouthed kisses and, at the end, he held her tight against his chest. Breathless and satiated, they remained in place until the air was too cool for her to bear against her naked skin.