Just Business

Chapter Twenty-Three: Marcia

 She had never spoken like that before in her life, but around David she felt more comfortable then she had around any other man. She was rewarded for her bravery with a kiss, sealing their promise. Urged on by David's soft hands on her waist, Marcia rolled them over, straddling him. He had a broad smile on his lips as she stretched out atop him.

"You okay?" he asked, settling his hands on her hips and rubbing small circles with his thumbs. She rolled her hips experimentally, feeling a jolt of pleasure at his obvious surprise. He inhaled sharply, gripping her tighter. She rolled again, and he bit his lip.

"Never better," she replied, feeling him flex below her. She kissed him, resting his hands on her solid pecs. She felt his hands roam, playing with the exposed patch of skin where her shirt had come untucked from her skirt. He separated the material more, a warm, calloused hand scraping over tender flesh.

"David," she whispered against his lips. She had noticed he shivered whenever she said his name. She liked to feel the vibrations, and relished in the control she had over setting him off.

He took a hold of the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She sat up, smiling at his heavy lidded eyes.

"You like what you see?" she asked, running a finger down his chest.

"Yeah, baby," he said. "So fucking hot."

"Do you wanna see more?"

"Please, baby," he begged. She reached behind her back, unclasping then shrugging off her bra. He sat up, burying his head in her chest. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, pulling him closer to her. He peppered kisses across her hot skin before licking a strip up the centre of her chest and up her neck. He found her lips again, pinching her nipple so she gasped into his mouth. He rolled her nipple in his fingers, the stimulation making her whimper. She pressed down harder into his lap, excited to feel his hardness pressing into her in return.

"So fucking hot," he groaned, pressing his length into her. She used this new angle to kiss the underside of his chin, his stubble making her lips tingle. He moaned, liking the sensation. She nipped him again, chasing any sound she could get him to make.

Suddenly, David rolled them over, catching her legs as he did so. Marcia gasped as she found herself on her back, David crouched over her with her legs resting on his arms, bending her in half. The rough material of his jeans pressed against her sensitive inner thighs, making her moan. She looked at David, the hungry look in his eyes making her insides turn to melted butter.

His eyes tracked down her body, pausing briefly at her tits before continuing down. His gaze landed between her legs, and Marcia realised too late her skirt was totally hitched up, revealing her plain black panties.

"No, no," David said as she tried to throw the material of her skirt lower. "Won't be having that." He unbuttoned the skirt, letting it fall away from her. He inhaled sharply, wrapping his hands around her thighs and grinding into her.

"David!"

He pulled away, leaving Marcia cold and longing. She was about to complain, until she felt intense, delicious pressure between her thighs. David massaged her with the heel of his hand, leaning down to kiss her as he did so. Marcia's returning kiss was sloppy, her mind too focused on what was happening between her bucking hips to move with anything other than pure instinct.

"That's right baby," David said. "Grind on me."

She whimpered, burying her head in his shoulder. She heard his ragged breaths, smelt whiskey and smoke on his skin.

David adjusted the way he was kneeling, leaning closer to her core. He removed his hand.

"No," Marcia complained. "Keep going."