Romancing Tommy Gabrini (14 page)

It
felt like the perfect storm.
 
Every
indicator was a go.
 
He was sex
personified when she hadn’t had any in months.
 
She was just a threshold away from inviting him into her home and
having, if his sophisticated style and sensuality was any indication, the best
sex she’d probably ever had.
 
All signs
suggested she should do it.
 
Without
hesitation she should just do it.
 

She
felt awkward as she stood at her front door, her key in her hand, because even
with all of those outward signs she was still inwardly conflicted.
 
And she noticed how Tommy didn’t seem
awkward, or conflicted, at all.
 
He
leaned against her doorjamb.

“Are
you going to invite me in?” he asked her.

“I’m
thinking about it.”

Tommy
smiled.
 
The man was so good looking that
Grace was staring at his smile.
 
“What’s
there to think about?” he asked her.

Grace
couldn’t verbalize what.
 
She knew they
both were consenting adults.
 
She knew he
would view her as immature or lacking experience if she didn’t go for it.
 
But it was the fact that she was experienced,
well experienced, that gave her pause.
 
Because she also knew, if what Nayla said was true, that he liked to
“play the field” when she wasn’t the field-playing type. If she allowed him
passage through her front door, and it led where their body heat was suggesting
it would most certainly lead, there would be no turning back for her.
 
She’d never had a casual sexual relationship
in her life.
 
She’d had many that didn’t
last long, as the guys would get what they wanted and would eventually move on,
or she’d uncover the truth about their motivations and move on herself, but she
always had every intention of a long-term affair.
 

But
Tommy would probably have very different ideas.
 
He would probably view their night together as a hit and run.
 
Which meant, by letting him in, she had to be
willing to take that kind of hit.
 
And
she wasn’t at all certain if she could take it.

Tommy
seemed sympathetic to her hesitation, she thought, because he spoke up.
 
“You know what I think?” he asked her.

She
looked at him.
 
What would a man like him
know about it?
 
He probably had never
been conflicted in his life.
 
Not about
something like this.
 
He probably always
erred on the side of getting some, which didn’t make her decision any
easier.
 
“What?” she asked him.

“I
think you should let me in.”

Grace
smiled.
 
“Why am I not surprised?”

“You
should let me in,” Tommy said, his face turning serious, “because it’s the
first night of your thirtieth year and I would hate for you to spend the rest
of this night alone.”

Grace
loved the way he put that.
 
Because she
didn’t want to spend the rest of her birthday alone, either.
 
And, if truth be told, she couldn’t think of
another human being alive, especially of the male specie, that she’d rather
spend the rest of her night with.

And
she let him in.

Now
they were naked on her bed.
 
He had her
arms lifted over her head, his big hands clasping her small hands, and was
kissing her with an edginess that made her passion soar.

He
kissed her on her mouth, moving his lips in tantalizing circles as if he was
determined to suck the life out of her.
 
She moaned as his passion built.
 
And when he had to come up for air, he moved his lips across her lips,
still hungering for more, and then plummeting her lips again.
 
And they went another round, kissing until
air was needed again.

He
wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her.
 
He loved the way she felt in his arms, and how she made him feel when
his lips connected with her skin.
 
He
couldn’t stop kissing her.
 
For the
longest time he held onto her and kissed her as if he’d never had it so
good.
 
He thought he would be quick about
it.
 
Get in and get out.
 
Enjoy it while he could.
 
But he had only just begun to fuck her, and
already he was stuck on her lips.

Grace,
too, was surprised by their connection.
 
She couldn’t let him go either.
 
The more he kissed her, the more she wanted to feel his kiss.
 
The more he held her, the more she wanted his
arms around her.
 
She had never dreamed,
just a few days ago, that she could ever want someone this badly.
 
But she wanted Tommy.
 
She wanted him to hold her the way he was
holding her, and to never let her go.

Tommy
moved his kisses to her small, bare brown shoulders.
 
He loved the way she tasted.
 
He sucked her and licked her and held
her.
 
He moved back to her face, and
looked in her eyes to see if she, too, was enjoying their union.
 
And she was.
 
He could see the twinkle in her eyes.
 
There was something so sweet, and so endearing about her that he felt a
soaring sense of purpose with her.
 
This
was where he wanted to be, and she was who he wanted to be with.
 
That was how he felt.
 
On this strange night, in her strange bed,
he’d never felt more at home.

But
as his penis began to harden, he knew he had to get on with it.
 
He wasn’t going to be able to just hold her
all night.
 
Not with the boner he had to
satisfy.
 
So he got on with satisfying
her.
 
He moved down, to her chin and her
neck, sucking her in ways that made her entire body react.
 
And then he was on her breasts, licking each
one, his tongue moving in a slow motion glide from one to the other as if he
was determined to make her feel as intense as he felt.
 
When she began to moan again, unable to
quietly accept the feelings his expert mouth was giving to her, he moved on.

Grace
wanted him to move, too, to that special place.
 
She rubbed her hands up and down his back as he handled his business,
her body’s awareness heightened with anticipation.
 
But she couldn’t imagine he’d go there now,
not their very first time together.
 
And
when he began to move down, kissing her stomach and then her thighs, she ran
her hands through his silky smooth hair.
 
Because he was going there.
 
He
wasn’t hesitating to go there.

Tommy
moaned himself when his tongue first touched her clitoris.
 
He loved her smell and the fresh pinkness of
her folds.
 
And he licked her so slowly,
with such long glides, that when his tongue slipped inside of her she lifted
her hips and vaulted her butt off of the bed.
 
Tommy grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed as his mouth fucked her.
 
He wanted her to feel that intensity.
 
He wanted her to eventually feel as if she’d
had sex many times before, but nothing like this.

Grace
already felt that way.
 
She felt it when
he lifted her legs, opening them as wide as they could open, and licking her as
if he was licking ice cream.

“Oh,”
he said as he licked her, “I love your taste.
 
I love it.
 
Oh
.”
 
And just like her lips
previously, he couldn’t stop kissing her cunt. He couldn’t stop licking it, and
sucking it, and devouring her there.
 
He
stretched his body out on her big bed, with her legs still in the air and his
hands still holding her by the ass, and continued to mouth fuck her.
 
He licked her so long, and ate her until he
had her so wet in her own juices, that her entire vagina was red hot and ready.

And
he was beyond ready.
 
But he moved back
up, to hold her in his arms again.
 
There
was something so powerful about the way she felt in his arms that he needed to
feel that again.
 
He kissed her on her
neck and her ear and rubbed his massive penis against the outside of her
vagina.
 

“I
want you raw,” he whispered in her ear as he rubbed his cheek against her soft,
tender cheek.
 
“I’ve never wanted anybody
so badly.
 
I want you raw.”
 

“I
want you, too,” Grace managed to say.
 
“But we can’t.”

“I
know, baby.
 
I know.
 
But the way you make me feel!” He said this
with such emphasis.
 
“
Got
damn!”

He
moved his lips back to her mouth and kissed her without even pretending any
delicacy.
 
He couldn’t help it.
 
She had his sensuality at a fever pitch.
 
And he plummeted her.
 
He kissed her so hard and so long that his
lips felt seared to hers.
 
He loved her
taste and her smell and how delicate her luscious skin felt in his arms.
 
And to make it a more perfect union, she
returned his kisses with an almost equal passion.
 
She held him in her arms and seared him with
kisses of her own.
 
She felt the fever
too.
 
And she plummeted him.

And
then neither could wait another second.
 
They had let it go on too long.
 
His dick rubbed against her vagina one time too many.
 
Her vagina felt his thick shaft moving over
her one second too long.
 
And now it was
too late.
 
Their feelings were too
heightened.
 
Their weakness for each
other’s sex had become too engrained.
 

He
wanted to put it in.
 
Raw as raw could
get.

And
she wanted to let him.
  

But
he couldn’t.

And
she wouldn’t.

He
reached for the condom he had placed on her nightstand, put it on that big dick
she was craving, and looked her dead in the eyes when he slowly, for the very
first time, put it deep inside of her.
 

“Aaaah,”
he said in a long, drawn-out exhale as his penis connected with her pussy for
the very first time.
 
And it became all
about the movement.
 
He moved deep into
her, and slid back out.
 
He tapped his
dick on her clit again, and then slid it back in.
 
Over and over.
 
Until he was going in and coming partially
out.
 
It was all in the movement.
 
He laid back down on top of her and pulled
her, once again, into his arms.

“You’re
so sweet,” he said as he fucked her.
 
Her
passageway was so tight, and so filled with friction, that he felt as if he was
expanding with every inch of her vagina that he conquered.
 
He knew she would be tight.
 
He knew she was no sex maven.
 
But he never dreamed she’d be this tight, and
this sweet, and this irresistibly sensual.
 

He
thrashed his cock into her cunt for a long, wonderful experience.
 
At one point he laid on his back, and put her
on top, and she rode him, with his hands squeezing her bouncing breasts as she
rode.
 
He squeezed her so hard that she
screamed in pleasant pain.
 
She never
felt this elated before.

At
another point she was on her side, and he was behind her, with his hand holding
up one of her legs as he got just the right angle to continue thrashing
her.
 
And he kept fucking her.
 
Over and over.

And
then he was back on top, and he was holding her in his arms again, and kissing
her again, and thrashing her without pause.
 

She’d
never been this thoroughly worked over before in her life.
 
Every muscle in her body was alive and
vibrant and filled with sensual desire.
 
And she loved it.
 
She held onto
this big man as he fucked her so long and so hard that she began to scream his
name.
 
He knew how to make her feel as if
there was no better feeling than the pounding he was putting on her right here
and right now.
 
She screamed his name
again, as his gyrations increased.
 
And
she screamed again and again until the feelings were so intense that she
couldn’t do anything but scream.