"Soooo...what's her name Jacob?" He was playing with Marcella's Helix ring, and before he could catch himself, his hand actually froze when she asked the question. "Who's waiting for you back home, across the pond?"
"Ahh..." Jacob flinched back into action, a little fucked up by her violation of the stress free vibe. He asked for further clarification, but deep down he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lamont. I'm not trying to burden you" she said with a smile. "I'm just curious." And she was. Intrigued really...by this sweet, intelligent, physically stunning older man who'd recently stumbled into the drama that was her life. Poor thing. Didn't quite know what he was getting himself into when he arrived in London, she thought. But back to the question, it was inconceivable that he didn't have someone waiting for him back home. Marcella wondered about this amorphous significant other - no doubt beautiful and charismatic - dialing Jacob's mobile from the memory of frequent use. Marcella was a realist, and as such, did not feel jealous or otherwise distraught. But she was disappointed; disappointed that she didn't have more time. What she and Jacob had shared was beautiful...an indulgent fantasy come true...only to have the rest of her world start falling apart before their relationship had a chance to blossom. That's what really got to her...her bloody bad timing. It was so unfair. But regardless of where things ended up with them - which, considering the fact that they were both in the process of going their separate ways, didn't look like it would be very far - she at least wished to be considered his friend. She enjoyed his company and looked forward to their conversations. He was knowledgeable and very bright...and heaven knows, her body was still singing from the way she'd been touched. It was like he could make her cum on demand, and just thinking about his naked body made her wet. Once, when she was working late, she'd caught him practicing in the hotel lobby, stepping through a sequence of his T'ai' Chi forms. With everything going on, she'd forgotten about it...until the morning after the first time he'd worked his magic on her. Coming out of the bathroom, Jacob walked over to the bed and suddenly picked her up. Surprised, she giggled and played along, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him while he cradled and walked her around the suite. But then he shocked her into exquisite submission by what he did next. Following his lead, she allowed her body to be repositioned as he held her waist with his right arm and lifted her ass with his left...and then proceeded to bounce her up and down the length of his erection with long, fluid strokes. She wrapped her legs around his back and held on for as long as she could...until her body trembled and jerked...and she gushed through another wicked orgasm. Afterwards, as she lay sprawled across the bed, still horny and catching her breath, he treated her to a full display of his T'ai Chi expertise. With a rock hard body still glistening from a mixture of their sex and sweat, Jacob Pushed, Pulled, Rolled Back and Warded Off through a series of precise, ballet-like moves. Muscles flexed and dispersed the air, and his demeanor was so serene that at times, it didn't look like he was breathing. She was particularly interested in his special member...swaying and bouncing in time to his martial arts choreography. She was gripped with a laser-like focus as she memorized everything she could about his man root: The prominent veins. The Mocha and Cinnamon coloring. The tight, mushroom head that glistened like polished Brass, and the smooth, heavy balls that hung like two pouches of pure Dark Chocolate. When Jacob was finished, he came up out of a deep crouch and walked slowly in her direction. Flooded with excitement, she scooted towards the edge of the bed and flipped over on her back, and when he moved in close, she guided him down and took him in - slurping and sucking until he'd reached his full extension. With one hand between her legs and another on her breasts, she loved him with her mouth until her sweet Yankee Bwoy gasped and whispered her name. "You don't owe me a thing Jacob, but I do want you to know how special you've made me feel. No one has ever loved me like that before. No one." That made Jacob smile. He'd resumed an inspection of her ears, his pace less hurried and his movements more graceful.
"You're so beautiful, it takes my breath away." The spontaneous proclamation made Jacob's heart soar, and already he was starting to miss her. Marcella smiled, and decoupled her hand from Jacob's grip, allowing it to rest naturally in the vicinity of his lap.
"You're a gorgeous man, Mr. Jacob Lamont. I'll think of you often while I'm in Jamaica."
"I can't imagine being in London, and you're not here."
"It's only for one day" Marcella assured him; pleased to know that she too would be missed.
"And then I'll be in New York...but still missing you." Marcella's hand had made itself comfortable giving her lover a discreet massage. She desperately wished they were back inside his suite at the Park Lane, because at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his penis as it pulsed inside her mouth.
"What will you miss the most?"
"Your lips and your eyes", Jacob answered without skipping a beat.
"I see. Anything else?"
"Hmm... Oh yeah, your finger waves." Marcella giggled and tweaked one of his nipples. "Plus your smile...and the fullness of your backside...pressing into my groin."
"Oh. That's nice."
"Yes, it certainly was", Jacob agreed.
"Is that all?" Jacob's voice lowered and his eyes nearly went to half mast when next he spoke.
"You're taste, sweet girl. I'm really, really going to miss the way you taste..."
An excerpt from Julie Mangos: The second installment in the Sangster Fi' Manley series. Julie Mangos picks up the fast pace and tightly crafted drama delivered in Underground from Brixton with Marcella boarding a Train at Paddington Station enroute to Heathrow. Brixton is no longer safe...or anywhere else in London for that matter. Marcella’s enemies have made good on their threats and based on the shocking revelations
concerning the possible identity of her father and the uncertainties that come with unearthing them, Marcella is forced to return to her native Jamaica to once and for all confront the ghosts that have inhabited her dreams since she was a child.
The Manuscript for JM is complete & revisions are underway. A tentative release is scheduled for the Summer of 2012. Visit my FB Author Page, Novel website or Twitter feeds to learn more about my background and upcoming plans for the series.
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