Tommy Gabrini 4: Dapper Tom Begin Again (12 page)

Liz
was actually stunned, not when he lifted her into
 
his arms again, but when, instead of tossing
her on the bed, he tossed back the covers and laid her in his bed.
 

She
laid there comfortably and looked at him as he removed his clothes.
 
She laid there and stared at him as he unbuckled,
unzipped, and then pulled down his pants and his penis sprung out like a
jack-in-the-box.
 
She couldn’t look
away.
 
He said he was big in that
 
joking around they did back at the Joneses
house, and he wasn’t kidding.
 
And his
erection made him look so thick and juicy that made Liz grateful he didn’t ram
it into her.
 
That would have hurt.

But
when he got in bed with her, and pulled the covers over them both, and when he
pulled her into his big arms, she stopped thinking about his size and thought
about him.
 
He wasn’t pounding her
already?
 
He wasn’t slapping her ass and
cumming within a couple minutes yet?
 
She
hated to admit it even to herself, but to be held this way, to be treated this
way, was new to her.

Tommy
was laying on his side, and with her on her side, he took her chin in his
hand.
 
When he lifted her fact up to his,
and looked into her eyes, he felt a chill shoot through his body like a flame
of fire.
 
A puzzled look crossed his face
as he wondered what was that about.
 
And
when he placed his lips on hers again, and began kissing her again, his entire
body felt aroused as deeply as his penis felt it.
 
That was a first for Tommy.
 
But he still took his time.

He
kissed her until she was lying on her back and he was still on his side, leaned
over her.
 
He kissed her cheeks, her
nose, her forehead.
 
He rubbed his lips
across her lips.
 
And then he kissed her
again.
 
The wine taste mixed with her own
sweet taste made him feel heady.
 
He
couldn’t get enough of that wonderful taste.
 
And when he moved down, kissing her chin, and then her neck and then her
ears, he went back to her mouth, French-kissing her even more.
 
He kept going back to her mouth.
 
Until he went to her breasts.

Big,
juicy, black and beautiful, he sucked them and squeezed them and fondled her
nipples until they were rock hard.
 
And
as he fondled them and sucked the juice out of them, his fingers moved between
her legs and began fondling her there.

Liz
stretched her entire body when he fingered her clit.
 
And when his digits entered her folds, and
became saturated with her vaginal juices, her body couldn’t stop stretching
with delight.
 
But when his mouth left
her now sore and wet breasts, and moved down between her legs, her bod was
doing more than stretching.
 
He licked
her and licked her.
 
He sucked her juices
with his tongue so expertly that she couldn’t help but produce even more juice
for him to suck.

And
then he started eating her.
 
That was
when she started squirming with delight.
 
Every inch of her pussy pulsated with a euphoria that made her want to
holler.
 
It was as if he was determined
to make her cum.
 
The men from her past
were good at getting theirs, and they would only hope that she got hers, but
Tommy was insisting that she did.
 
His
mouth devoured her pussy.
 
And she was
there.
 
She was almost there.
 
And then he stopped.
 
As if he knew it too.

He
looked at her with eyes so hooded that even they were a turn on to her.
 
“You’ll get your orgasm,” he promised her as
he began moving back up her body, “but with my cock, not my mouth.”
 
Then he grabbed the sheerest condom she’d
ever seen out of side table, slipped it on, and then plunged his thick member
into her juicy folds.
 
Liz arched and
breathe deeply as soon as he entered her.
 
She thought she would die from the intensity.

Tommy
fucked her.
 
He pushed in and almost out
in such a fluid way that it felt as if he was raw inside of her.
 
His dick filled her pussy.
 
And when he leaned down, and put her nipples
into his mouth, she thought she was going to pass out with joy.

But
she held on.
 
She wanted it to last
forever.
 
Her legs opened wider, he
pushed in deeper, and his masterful strokes, his sucks on her breasts, his big,
manly body on top of hers took her over.
 
She came with a thunderous orgasm.
 
She’d never in her life came this hard.
 
She was shaking from her release.
 
And Tommy was watching, urging her, and fucking her so heavily that she
started squirting.

It
was so expected, not only for her, but for Tommy too that it took him
over.
 
He came thunderously too.
 
His condom filled with so much cum that it
was near the breaking point.
 
His head
pounded he came so hard.
 
He looked at
this beautiful woman, and her beautiful body, and he continued to pour.
 
He could hardly believe it.
 
The same chills that just looking into her
eyes produced, now chilled him to his bones.
 
He was trembling with unbelievable sensations as he came.

It
took a long time before he could move off her, but when he did he suddenly felt
strange.
 
He suddenly felt alone and
exposed.
 
He looked at her.
 
She had that gleam in her eyes that made him
know that she had gone to the heights too and didn’t know how to get back down.

He
was near collapse himself, but he took her into his arms, pulled her lithe body
on top of his own body, and held her.
 
He
closed his eyes, his chest still pounding, and forced himself to beat back
these odd feelings he was beginning to feel for this woman.
 
It shouldn’t be possible.
 
He just met her!
 
But he couldn’t deny how he felt.
 
It was alarming to him how deeply this woman
was affecting him.
 
It was an unsettling
thought.
 
Because if he didn’t know
anything else, he knew he had to end this.
 
As he held her, as she began to fall asleep in his arms, he knew he had
to end this right here; he had to end this right now.

When
Liz awakened the next day, she stretched, and yawned, and then realized she was
alone in bed.
 
She also realized that the
plane had landed.
 
They had undoubtedly
arrived in Rome.
 

And,
as she also expected, Tommy Gabrini was gone.
 

She
didn’t think it possible, but she was missing him already.
 
Which was crazy and she knew it.
 
That man got what he wanted and took
off.
 
Full stop period.
 
She’d been with rich guys before.
 
She knew the drill.
 
They hit it and quit it and didn’t want any
discussions about it.
 
The crew was
probably up front right now looking at their wristwatches, and impatiently
waiting for her to hurry the hell up.

She
hurried the hell up.
 
She got out of
bed.
 
She should have been naked.
 
Her last memory of last night was that she
was completely naked, lying on top of Tommy, asleep in his arms.
 
It was a wonderful feeling!
 
But now she was wearing a big shirt she knew
she didn’t own.
 
A very elegant, very
silk, men’s dress shirt.
 
Given the
obvious expensiveness of it, it was Tommy Gabrini’s shirt no doubt.
 
She sniffed it.
 
It smelled like him.
 
He probably didn’t want any of his crew,
after he had gone, to tip in and take peeps at her.
 
Which was surprising.
 
And very thoughtful of him.
 
It had been her experience that most guys,
after they had her, didn’t give a damn who else got her too.

But
she didn’t delay.
 
She rummaged through
her suitcase that had been placed in the room with her (another thoughtful
Tommy move no doubt), and she grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, and
mouthwash.
 
She glanced at the clock on
the nightstand as she hurried for the adjacent bathroom.
 
When she saw that it was already noon, her
heart pounded.
 
Why didn’t Chelse awaken
her?
 
But she couldn’t worry about that
now.
 
She hurried for the bathroom.
 
She could still feel Tommy’s sexual presence
between her legs as she moved.
 
He did
her in ways she didn’t think she could be done.
 
And she was still reeling from his mastery.
 
And she wanted to take a long, hot bath to
remove what had to be remnants from that mastery.
 
But right now she had to go.

Damn
, she thought, as she entered the
bathroom.
 
Talk about luxurious!
 
Even down to the gold encrusted fixtures on
the vanity and inside the shower.
 
It was
Tommy Gabrini through and through.
 
The
man had style, she couldn’t deny it.

She
brushed and gargled quickly and then hurried back into the bedroom.
 
She removed his shirt, tossing it on the bed,
and put on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and her tennis shoes.
 
Although she found all of her clothes from
the previous day neatly folded in the chair, her panties were not among
them.
 
She had to search for them, which
didn’t lessen her anxiety.
 
She was not
about to leave her day-old underwear in some man’s bedroom.
 
Not even Tommy’s!
 

She kept
searching.
 
She was going to turn this
mother out if she had to.
 
But thankfully
it didn’t take all of that.
 
She found
them in the tangled sheets, right where he undoubtedly tossed them when he took
them off of her.
 
She sighed relief.
 
She grabbed them, closed and then grabbed her
suitcase, and hurried for the front.

But
as she hurried toward the exit, and began looking out of the windows onto the
tarmac, she was stunned.
 
She slowed her
roll.
 
They weren’t in Rome!
 
Their plane hadn’t landed in Rome!
 
They were in the Al Garhoud district outside
of Dubai, at the Dubai International Airport.
 
She’d know it anywhere!
 

She
couldn’t believe it. Tommy had apparently ordered his people to fly her all the
way to Dubai after they dropped him off in Rome.
 
She had no connecting flight to catch.
 
He ordered his people to take her and Chelsey
all the way to their destination.
 
She
was so astounded it staggered her.
 
There
had been men throughout her life who claimed to love her with an undying
love.
 
Many men in her past.
 
But none of them had been as generous to her,
as thoughtful, as this.

But
she still wasn’t as thrown as she became when she made it all the way up front
and saw, not a restless crew pointing at their wristwatches and looking
disgustedly at her, or even Chelsey wondering what had taken her so long,
but
 
Tommy himself.
 
He was sitting in one of the seats, with his
reading glasses on, perusing a stack of papers.
 
She stopped in her tracks.

“You’re
still here?” she asked before she realized she was going to speak.

Tommy
finished the last of the paragraph he was reviewing.
 
“I’m still here,” he confirmed as he began
looking up.
 
But when he saw her standing
there, in her jeans and sweatshirt, and with her big, shocked eyes staring at
him as if she needed his reassurance, his heart actually pounded.
 
He removed his glasses.

Liz’s
hand immediately went to her uncombed hair.
 
She wore no makeup, no stylish outfit.
 
She was laid bare.
 
And the way he
removed his glasses when he saw her, as if she was a rough sight to behold,
only made it worse.

And
she was indeed a sight to Tommy.
 
A
simply irresistible sight.
 
“Good
morning,” he said.

“You
mean afternoon,” she said, and he smiled.
 
But she was still too touched to smile. “Thank-you,” she said, heartfelt.

Tommy
was pleased that she appreciated his gesture.
 
“You’re welcome,” he said.

“I
can’t believe I slept this late.”
 
And
then she realized the missing link.
 
“Where’s Chelsey?” she asked.

“Her
girlfriend met the plane.”

“Karen?”

“Karen
Johansson, that’s the name.
 
Chelsey said
she’ll see you at the office.
 
At the
bureau.”

Liz
was still confused.
 
“But why didn’t she
awaken me?”

“I
told her not to,” Tommy said in a way that made Liz feel as if it had been an
order rather than a suggestion.
 
“You
needed your rest.”

Their
eyes met.
 
He was being more than nice,
and they both knew it.
 
But Liz also
could see a hesitation in his eyes, as if he didn’t understand either why he
felt compelled to go this extra mile for her, or for Chelsey, or for whatever
reason he went this extra mile.
 

He
stood up.
 
He wore Armani this time.
 
A double-breasted Armani silk suit that made
him look even bigger than he already was.
 
And he wore it well.

He
walked up to her, held her arms and kissed her on the lips, which made her hot
and bothered all over again, and then he squeezed her arms.
 
“I’ll walk you to your car,” he said.
 

He
took possession of her suitcase, and with his nearness, his
maleness
, she felt as if he was taking
possession of her also.
 
And then he
motioned for her to go ahead of him.
   

She
was so thrown by this man’s presence, with such unusually strong emotions given
the casualness of their relationship, that she headed out in front of him just
as he told her to, even though she knew he was taking her to a car that she
didn’t have waiting.
 
Unless he meant a
cab?

But
that was the way Tommy made her feel.
 
In
this brief time she’d spent around him, she didn’t feel a need to handle every
single thing.
 
She felt as if he would
handle it for her.
 
She didn’t have to be
the boss all the time around him.
 
And
she would be the first to admit that she wasn’t used to that.
 
She didn’t even know if she could ever get
used to that!
 
But that was how he made
her feel.
  
He reassured her.

When
they arrived at the door of the plane, and were at the top of the steep stairs,
Tommy didn’t just place his hand in the small of her back and usher her down,
as any gentleman would have done.
 
He
placed his hand around her waist, gripping her, as if he was going to ensure
she didn’t stumble or fall as they walked down. Which was equally
unsettling.
 
She wasn’t accustomed to
such sweet treatment.

She’d
been alone all of her life.
 
Even as a
kid when she lived with her father and stepmother, she still felt alone.
 
Nobody ever protected her.
 
Nobody was ever there when she needed them
most.
 
And she was no naïve hippie
handing out flowers at some airport.
 
She
knew Tommy wasn’t her protector either.
 
But it felt as if he was.
 
And for
a woman like Liz, who had to scratch and claw for everything she had, it was a
very strange, but soothing feeling.

Tommy
loved the feel of her body as he walked with her.
 
He loved the smell of her, and the look of
her, and the way she was able to satisfy his very strong sexual appetite last
night in ways he never expected.
 
It was
so gratifying that as soon as he saw her today, he wanted to do her again.

But
that wasn’t going to happen.
 
He would
see to that.
 
He remembered how she got
on top of him, and laid her head on his shoulder last night.
 
He felt so connected to that woman that it
alarmed him.
 
He started to get up then
and there and put an end to this.
 
Instead, he got up all right, after she had fallen asleep, and ordered his
pilot not to go to Rome, but to fly them here, to Dubai.

“What’s
this?” she asked when they walked up to the chauffeur-driven limousine.
 
The Middle Eastern driver quickly got out,
and opened the back passenger door.

“This
is your car,” Tommy said.
 
“Your
transportation.
 
The plane has already
refueled and I’m going to head on to Rome.
 
You’re going to head on to your bureau.”

She
looked at him.
 
The appreciation in her
eyes was palpable.
 
“Thank-you,” she said
heartfelt.

“Stay
safe,” he said to her.

“I
will.
 
But it’s been thirty-three years
and counting.
 
So far so good.”

Tommy
laughed.

She
got inside the limo and sat down.
 
The
driver took her suitcase from Tommy and headed for the trunk .
 
Tommy leaned in and buckled her in the
seatbelt.
 
And when he did that, and as
she sniffed his sweet cologne, her heart swelled with emotion.
 
He made her feel as if she’d been well taken
care of.
 
That was it.
 
She felt as if she’d been in his care, and
he’d taken the responsibility seriously.
  
She was so touched by his generosity that she wanted to kiss him.
 
But that would be too emotionally
immature.
 
She was relatively certain he
wouldn’t like that.
 
He liked strength,
not weakness.
 
Besides, despite his
alpha-maleness, she was still Liz.
 
She
wouldn’t like it either.

“There,”
he said, after buckling her in, after remaining within an inch of her
face.
 
“Now you’re safe in fact.”

She
smiled again and shook her head.
 
“As
easy as that.”

He
noticed that her smile reached her eyes this time.
 
“As easy as that,” he said.

She
decided to risk it.
 
Why the hell
not?
 
She made her living taking risks.
 
And she was not going to be that
what if
person.
 
She was not going to be that girl.
 
“Maybe we’ll see each other again,” she
said.
 
“Who knows?”