She looked at him with a wicked gleam and he smiled in anticipation. She knew he loved the moments when she was a little more aggressive in bed. Taking his hands up and over his head, she pinned them there as best as she could considering how small her hands were.
"Promise to keep them there." She urged in a whisper as she ran small kisses up and down his neck. He nodded enthusiastically making me chuckle. The hoarse raspy chuckle sounded like it was from someone else, not her.
Dragging herself down his body, she placed little kisses all over his torso, lapped a little at his belly-button and proceeded to between his thighs. It was rare that she got a chance to ogle him so completely.
"You are such a beautiful man." She breathed as she inched his legs apart and teasingly kissed his inner thighs. She moved alternately between them making sure her hair brushed against his cock. It twitched in response and she was pleased with her effect on him.
"Can I touch you at least?" he rasped out. She looked straight at him from between his thighs and shook her head. This brought a deep groan from him as she felt his body deliberately trying to relax. She took his cock in her hand and ran her tongue teasingly along the length of him.
She hopped he would stay put, she really was curious about his body. Finished with her brief inspection of the goods so to speak, she finally took him into her mouth. He was large and she really couldn't fit all of him down her throat. That frustrated her a little, she wanted to deep throat the guy.
Drew on his part wasn't complaining. His hands were held tightly above his head though his pelvis was moving off the bed at an increasing rate. Marci almost gagged and pulled him out for a brief second. She blew gently against him and he shouted this time.
"You aren't playing fair babes." He gritted through is teeth as her mouth sank back on his impossibly hard dick. She lapped her tongue around him experimentally and when he groaned even deeper, she did it more enthusiastically. He was such an ego trip for her, she only hoped it was real and would perhaps last. She sucked him harder and slightly faster.
She could feel his balls tighten and she guessed he could too. He ignored her protest when he lowered his hands and grabbed her. Making her straddle him, he entered her slower than she had thought he was capable of. He was deliberate, slow; teasing her and making her clit literally ache. Reaching between them he flicked her clit really fast. With all the wetness, it was exquisite to feel his finger slide against her. She came almost immediately. "I like feeling you come on me. Best feeling ever. And I like to cum inside you." He told her before he turned her over and pounded into her with energy she didn't think he had. He cum with a guttural growl and she could feel him lodged deep inside her, filling her with his liquid heat.
The phone ringing jarred Marci out of the intense reverie. She felt herself grow warm but that was soon dealt with by the air conditioning of the law firm she worked at. Picking up the phone, she heard the receptionist sigh deeply. She apologised knowing that it had probably been ringing for a while.
"Call for you from Brian Montague." The receptionist told Marci cutting off her mumbled apology. Marci felt a little heart flutter but picked up anyway. The last person she wanted to talk to was the object of her erotic fantasies in the middle of the day.
It had been six weeks since she'd left Malindi in a huff and gone back to the big city. Immersing herself in work had made sure she wasn't spending too much time thinking about her three week vacation from hell. She hadn't spoken to any of the Montague boys either.
"Hello gorgeous, you can't hide any longer!" Brian announced as the phone transfer was clicked.
"I'm not hiding sweets, just needed to get a grip that's all." She answered with a smile. It was good to hear from Brian. If she knew one thing, it was that he was in her corner.
"So, I call because I am in Nairobi. Carl and I were wondering if you felt up to cocktails with us?" he asked and she could hear traffic noises in the background. Looking at her watch, she decided that it was time to clock off anyway. She'd been working way too hard these last few weeks.
"Sure. If you're in town already don't get a cab, come by my office." She told him.
After hanging up and clearing her desk, she rolled off instructions to her pupil and prepared to leave. She'd decided to take Friday off as well. Drinking with Brian always left her hangovered for about two days. She not only needed the drink but she also wanted to bask in Brian's affection for her. He was so good for her soul.
Brian and Carl were in her office in ten minutes and she was so happy to see them.
"Bri-Bri!" she squealed in delight to the amusement of her pupil who was still in the office.
"Stop calling me that, it makes me sound soooo gay!" Brian complained good-naturedly giving her a kiss. Carl got another squeal out of her by lifting her off the ground completely. Marci guessed he'd decided to love the people Brian loved. That was a good thing she thought as she lapped up the warmth in his hug.
Brian spun her around and announced a change of plans immediately. He decided that instead of going for drinks, they'd do a leisurely dinner first. Marci pouted because she was really looking forward to getting blitzed. Plus the added noise level of a bar would have made it annoying to have a tête-à -tête about her debacle with Drew. Oh well, it was always nice to spend time with Brian and if it got uncomfortable, he was nice enough to let it go. Of that, she was assured.
Driving the men through some really heavy traffic, they exchanged pleasantries and small chit chat.
"How's Mila doing, pregnancy treating her well?" she asked affably not really sure she cared about the answer.
"She got rid of it. She freaked out I guess. You can imagine how Nathan took that." Brian smirked. Marci's eyes widened in disbelief. She had no strong feelings about abortion on the whole but Nathan was a whole other story. He was even a member and regular contributor to some pro-life causes in Malindi. He would never have allowed it if he had known about it beforehand.
"You are kidding! She slept with the guy and somehow evaded the pro-life lecture?" Marci asked the boys incredulously.
"Go figure." Brian shrugged nonchalantly. It seemed no one really cared about that particular story. That said Marci made a mental note to check on Nathan soon. The poor man must be in his personal hell about now, he could a friend. Even if that friend was his ex.
"Drew's still around by the way. He's writing something and says Malindi is helping the creative juices flow along." Carl informed her and she stopped herself from turning to give him an uncomfortable and not entirely friendly look.
They weren't supposed to outright discuss Drew. It was understood by implication that she didn't want to. She wasn't ready. Since she'd left Malindi, she hadn't talked to anyone about it. All her friends had stayed behind in Malindi and even when they had called, she'd kept off the Drew conversation. Apart from a few scathing observations from Natalie, they'd pretty much left her alone.
"Oh, good for him." She said quietly making Brian chuckle in amusement. He knew she was still very touchy about Drew.
"What about you? Doing ok, freeing bad guys and making corporations richer?" Brian asked.
"Yeah, you know me, it's my life's ambition to depopulate the prisons and deplete all non-renewable energy sources!" she answered with a laugh thanking Brian silently for moving off the Drew topic. She was still trying to take in the fact that he hadn't yet left for Florence as they had planned. She was dying to ask about Keri though. Had the other woman managed to strike gold with Drew second time round? Most likely. Marci couldn't see many men resisting her, she was almost surreally beautiful. And Marci knew both from experience and dare she say, TV, that men could be amazingly blind to bitchiness in a woman if she was beautiful enough. And Keri was more than beautiful enough, she was traffic stopping.
They arrived at a lovely Italian restaurant and settled into the comfortable seats. Marci asked for a glass of white wine but Brian stopped her.
"Juice maybe?" he asked and she looked at him in bewilderment.
"Are you like on some religious trip I don't know about? First you decide against cocktails, which you know I love. Then now we can't have wine?" she asked pouting again and he laughed.
"No, my religion currently is sitting beside me. But you shouldn't drink in your condition." He added with a small laugh.
"What condition? I'm not hypoglycaemic as far as I know." She retorted genuinely wondering where he was going with this.
"Okay my blond friend, let's go step by step." Carl interjected making her swivel to watch him.
"You my gorgeous and defensive belle are preggers." Carl told her calmly. She looked at him in shock. Initially it was shock at the familiarity of the statement.
Unless someone is your doctor or mother, they don't get the privilege of telling you that you are expectant. Second was the fact that the thought hadn't crossed her mind at all. She'd missed a period somewhere there but had attributed it to stress. When she was stressed she didn't eat too well, didn't sleep much etc so usually she missed her period.
She looked instinctively at her stomach and saw no outward sign. Hr breasts did seem a little fuller but she thought it was the Victoria Secrets bra working its magic. Then she looked questioningly at the men who were watching her with concern and some degree of amusement.
