Lines Drawn (Drawn to You #2) - Ker Dukey Page 0,30

be her boss and she would do what I ask.”

I kiss his nose. “She hasn’t even met you in person, so meeting her then giving her orders on how to take care of her own cousin will just seem weird. I have Gaby next door anyway. I don’t need to be looked after. I’m fine.”

He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “You sure are. This is nice, right?” he asks seriously. It’s painful to know I’ve been hurting him by keeping my feelings bottled up.

“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