Thanks to all of you who love this bunch as much as I do. And to those of you who had a problem with the brothers thing, talk to more girl, you'd be surprised. That said, enjoy and keep letting me know what you think. It's so important that I get feedback, it edges me on. Again, enjoy...! Nefatiri
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She looked at Drew asleep on her bed. He hadn't been home for about a week and she was sure it was causing its own brand of upheaval in his household. He looked softer and had a slight smile on his lips. How absolutely adorable, she thought and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. He stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes immediately.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." She whispered as he focused on her properly through the dawn lighting.
"Army thing, we sleep very light." he told her easily and sat up in the bed managing to uncover her in the process. She tried to pull the sheet up but he prevented her.
"So, what makes you wake up and stare at me creepily? Though I have to say it is flattering. Unless you were planning some criminal act that is." he told her. He reached for one of her cigarettes and she took it away from him.
"You don't smoke, don't start now. It's an otherwise very unattractive habit."
"When you're right, you're right." He agreed and out the lighter back on the night stand. He somehow managed to put her underneath him startling her with his strength. Kissing her slowly, Drew ran his hands appreciatively along her body eliciting a murmur of appreciation from her.
"Sexy!" he told her and she smiled shyly. Wrapping her legs around him, she wriggled in an effort to get even closer to him if it was possible. He stilled her with the sheer weight of his body and after ensuring she was still, his hand found its way between her legs.
"Do it again Drew, kiss me." She asked breathily and he groaned at her arousal. He obliged and Marci could feel him get impossibly hard on her belly. He still wouldn't let her move. His fingers were still splayed on her clean shaven self and she wanted him to go lower.
Releasing her mouth Drew got off her and climbed between her legs, nudging them even farther apart. He was yet to touch her pussy but Marci could feel it positively seeping. This man was going to be her death she though with a low chuckle as he rested his cock against her pussy.
He reached down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it soft and hard alternatively. He bit on it gently a couple of times making her back arch upwards and her mouth part in a soft gasp. Her breathing was getting erratic and she was wriggling on the bed a little more agitatedly. This had the effect of rubbing his cock on the outer lips of her pussy. She was wet! She could feel him getting slicked by her.
Drew finally touched her. It was not with his fingers however. Being the lithe man that he was, it took one fluid movement from her tits to her core. He didn't waste time getting to it. Spreading her lips apart, he inhaled and closed his eyes in appreciation. She was soaked. He pressed his long middle finger inside and crooked it upwards making her moan louder. His lips and tongue found her clit and worked on the little nub driving her to distraction. He nipped it lightly making her shake. She came hard. Drew sat up with a smug smile and looked down at her.
"Your body loves me." He said reaching up to lie on her again.
"Yes it does." She purred taking him into her arms for a hug. She didn't know why she did that but it felt good.
"I'm not done babes. I doubt I'll ever be." He said getting off her and getting her on her hands and knees. Getting behind her, he slid his hard cock in with one sure and precise thrust. She was even wetter thanks to her orgasm and Drew groaned at feeling her squeeze his dick inside her.
This wasn't the teasing sex of before. He plunged deep and kept it there. She whimpered at the sweet onslaught. Pushing her flat on the bed, Drew straddled her and continued fucking her.
"Look at me Marci." He asked. She turned her neck and looked into his green eyes. Passion filled and aroused Drew was impossibly gorgeous.
"Change position Drew, I'll snap my neck." She whispered to him. He turned her and pinned her hands over her head.
"Wrap your legs around me. I can never get enough of that." He asked with a cheeky smile and Marci didn't need to be asked twice. He pounded into her faster and harder with Marci looking at him, thinking how amazing he was. She was taken up by another orgasm, lighter than the first but still darn good. It took her by surprise and she cried out Drew's name. He came immediately after that, fixing her with an intense look of his own. He then threw back his head as the last dredges of his cumming took and shook him and gave what she could only describe as a near shout. She smiled at him knowing he preferred sex to last longer. He was all about drawing it out.
"Love it when you loosed control like that. It flatters me like you wouldn't believe." She reassured him with a kiss. Sliding off her, gathered her into his arms and fanned them both with the magazine next to the night stand.
She almost melted; he was so fucking sweet sometimes!
Marci made to move out of the bed and he stopped her. Smiling at him, she told him she was just going downstairs to get a cold glass of water. He let go reluctantly and she placed a brief kiss on his lips. He could be so endearing. She quickly donned Drew's discarded shirt and left in the wake of him wolf-whistling at her.
Marci had a quick drink in the kitchen then decided to fix Drew a glass as well. With an amused smile to herself, she took out another glass and bent into the fridge. The poor man had worked very hard -- and very well she might add -- the previous night and today morning. She could feel it in her tired limbs. He must be dehydrated, it wasn't exactly easy work. Chuckling, she looked around the fridge to see If there was any food in there.
"Hi." A voice said making her drop the glass.
Nathan was standing in her kitchen. She wasn't sure how long he'd been there because she hadn't heard him come in.
"I used my key." He told her levelly.
"Hi Nathan." She stepped around the broken glass and debated the merits of cleaning it up. She was in a short shirt. There was absolutely no way she was bending over in that. Nathan, being Nathan, looked at her, the broken glass and grabbed the broom nearby. She watched quietly as he swept it into a dustpan and binned it. When he was done, they returned to the uneasy staring contest.
"Nice speech the other day."
"Uhm....thanks?" Marci said uneasily. Her hands were wringing behind her in discomfort. Nathan looked remarkably well and she wasn't sure it was a good sign as such. He was leaning against her kitchen door, regarding her with what she could only call a smirk. Or maybe it was repressed violence, she couldn't quite tell. Neither was comforting.
