“I love you, Finlay.”
“I love you too. More than anything.”
Bringing my lips to his, he walks to the shower with me still wrapped around him, turning the lever so the water cascades down. Steam pours from the shower and coats our skin with a warm mist.
“I’m going to make love to you, and when I’m away and you’re lonely, I want you to come in here and shower, thinking of me, okay?”
I nod as I feel his cock pushing against me, trying to gain entry. His mouth nips and sucks at my neck
“I want you to remember this. Me loving you, touching you. I want you to touch yourself for me, thinking of me.”
My breathing has become deep and fast, our naked bodies slipping against each other with needed rhythm. I slide my hand between our bodies and stroke up his shaft from base to tip. He traces his lips across my jaw, nipping and kissing.
“Fuck, baby. That feels good,” he moans in between kisses; travelling his lips down my neck onto my chest.
“You’re so beautiful. Fucking perfect.” He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, making me cry out. Dropping his hand to my pussy, he slips a finger inside. I buck slightly in his arms from the intrusion, and he leans me against the shower wall for extra support. “You feel ready for me. I fucking love how your body reacts to mine. Guide me in, Antonia. Take me home, baby.”
I guide him to my entrance, and he probes a couple of times before slipping in his full length with a quick thrust.
“Argh,” I breathe as I gasp for air. Stilling his movements so I can adjust to him, he breathes fast, sharp breaths into my neck before lifting his eyes to look into mine.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Antonia. I love you. I’ve missed you so much.”
Slipping my hand between my folds, I caress my clit. He watches with lust in his eyes and begins to grind his hips against me, sending waves of pleasure through me. His cock strokes me in the perfect measure, and I exhale hard, relieved that this feels right, how it should be. I nearly lose my mind when his hand comes over mine to massage my clit while maintaining the hard thrusts.
“Move more, Finlay!” I pant, and he grins devilishly. I slip my fingers down and then back up, stimulating myself and running over his base as he pulls out to thrust back in. He brings our bodies flush against each other again and rocks into me deeper and harder. My hand is pinned between our bodies, pushing against my swollen bud. I feel the pressure build in my stomach and pulse in my core; my pussy tightens around his hard shaft. “Oh fuck, baby,” he growls, pumping faster. “Follow me over, baby.”
My body does just that. An electric pulse courses through me as I feel his hot cum release inside me, soaking me. Emotions I can’t grasp onto leak water from my eyes.
He holds me until my body has stopped shaking then lowers me, but keeps me in his embrace. “I just want to stay like this for a while.”
Me too.
The airport is bustling, everyone rushing to and from terminals. Announcement after announcement pouring from the speakers. I gravitate towards the coffee stand like a drug addict.
This morning was progress for us; for me. I order my coffee and make my way back over to Finlay who’s watching the arrivals board and checking his watch.
“Her plane arrived on time.” He grins.
When passengers start filing out, I stand and watch for Mary. It’s not long before I spot her. Her sharp blue eyes stand out amongst the crowd. They’re so bright, I used to joke when we were kids that when the lights are out, her eyes glow in the dark. Her long brown hair is braided into two plaits and rest over either shoulder, coming way past her waist. She’s wearing a-button up shirt with a cardigan and black dress pants. She looks like a schoolteacher.
I wave at her, and she beams when she sees me and rushes over, throwing her arms around my neck.
“It’s so great to see you!” she gushes.
“I’ve missed you. I’m glad you’re here,” I tell her, kissing her cheek. Releasing me from her embrace, she flicks her eyes to Finlay.
I gesture to him and then her.
“This is Finlay. Finlay, Mary.”
He pulls her briefly into a hug and kisses her cheek, surprising us both and causing a slight tinge to her cheeks.
“Hey,” she whispers back to him before diverting her eyes to the ground. Her blush creeps down her neck. I stifle my urge to laugh. Finlay has that effect on most women, even the shy, bookish types.
“So, I hope you didn’t subject your stomach to the plane food because Finlay wants to take us to lunch before he has to leave for Japan.”
Her eyes widen a little, and she looks back to Finlay with new eyes.
“Oh, really? Japan is such an exciting place to travel. I traveled there last year.” She smiles up at him, and when he returns her smile, she blushes again. He reaches to take the carry-on bag from her shoulder.
“Thank you,” she says, then turns to me and smiles her approval of him. No doubt my mother had tried to put her off him before she came. Mary may look impressionable, but she’s not in any way.
After collecting her suitcase, we make our way to Finlay’s car. He had the chauffeur bring the Mercedes so he can drop Finlay back at the airport then take us home after lunch.
“Where’s your suitcase?” I ask when I see the empty trunk.
“The apartment in Japan is full of everything I will need while I’m away. Are you sure you can’t come? I’ll buy you everything you need to have there if you say yes.”
“You know I can’t.”
We get settled into our seats at a nice little bistro that is still serving a breakfast menu. Finlay had promised to buy me a bacon-filled bagel when I smelled bacon coming from Gaby’s before we left this morning. He nearly lost me to the scent. After prying my fingers from her door handle, he promised me bacon as a compromise to get me in the lift.
My eyes track the waitress as she approaches us. She’s been staring over at us and keeps turning around and then back again. A blush creeps up her cheeks the closer she comes, her eyes glued to Finlay. This, unfortunately, is something I’ve gotten used to because Finlay is gorgeous and he gets attention from all ages and both sexes, but no one had been quite so awkward about it before.
“Finlay, hey,” she says as she stands in front of him, ignoring the fact that Mary and I are even at the table. I cringe at her knowing his name. The last thing I wanted was for Mary to bear witness to one of Finlay’s conquests. He looks up at her, and I can see in his eyes he has no clue who this girl is. He moves his mouth, but no words form.
“I’m sorry,” he says with a flinch.
Her smile drops and the awkward, shy version of her vanishes and her hand goes to her hip
“I’m Gaby’s friend, Jade,” she barks.
He squints and scrunches his nose. “I’m sorry,” he says again.
Her nostrils flare; she looks mad as hell. Exhaling hard, she snaps, “I came to your apartment with her!”
I’m bored with this embarrassing show, and starving.
“Look, I’m sorry. Gaby has a lot of friends,” he tells her, seemingly just as bored with this conversation as I am.
His eyes flick to mine, asking for help, but I’m just going to let this play out until her next sentence pushes me to step in.