Romancing Tommy Gabrini (22 page)

Tommy
could tell she was growing more apprehensive the further away from Moors, and
thus her comfort zone, they traveled.
 
He
wasn’t exactly a ball of confidence, either.
 
He just agreed to exclusivity with this woman.
 
He just agreed to work on this relationship
to see if it could lead to marriage.
 
To
marriage!
 
And he still was reeling.
 
He still couldn’t believe he just agreed to
any of it.
 
But he had.
 
There was something about Grace that made him
want her above all others.
 

And
he made up his mind so easily too.
 
That
was the amazing part to Tommy.
 
All he
had to do was see her again and then start thinking about another man touching
her, being with her, lying in bed with her, and he was ready.
 
He was ready to see this through.

He
stopped at a red light and looked over at her.
 
She’d been taking numerous peeps at him during the entire drive, but now
she was looking out of the side window.
 
And her concern, her fear, her terror was as real in that car as the
steering wheel he clutched.
 
He reached
over and took her hand.
 
Not just to steady
her, but to steady both of them.
 
Because
he was baffled too.
 
What in this world
was it about this particular woman that had him ready to give her his all?

But
when he took her hand, and she looked at him with those large brown eyes that
showed so much humanity, and vulnerability, and sweetness, that he somehow knew
what it was about her.
 
He couldn’t
verbalize it for a million bucks, but somehow he knew.

“Don’t
worry,” he said to her.
 
“I won’t break
your heart.”

Tears
welled up in her eyes when he said that, and began to trickle down her
face.
 
She needed that reassurance.
 
She understood that he could just be saying
it to make her feel better.
 
Those could
be just hollow words.
 
But she was
pleased to hear him say those words.

She
smiled through her tears.
 
“I won’t break
yours either,” she promised.

And
although Tommy smiled and squeezed her hand, she’d never know that he was just
as relieved to hear those words from her lips as she had been to hear them from
his.

The
door opened and Tommy and Grace entered a quiet, elegant home.
 
Grace’s eyes immediately flew up, to the
cathedral ceilings that sailed so high up that she had to lean back to see its
highest peak.
 
Then she looked back down
and saw the elongated wall to wall windows, the beautifully lit fireplace, the
majestic ocean view in the back of the home.
 
Peace was the word when she walked through that door, and she
immediately felt at peace.

Tommy
began helping her out of her jacket.
 
“I
hope it’s not too warm in here for you.”

“Not
at all,” she said.
 
“It feels great.”

He
placed her jacket on the coat rack near the door.
 
Then he placed his hands on both sides of her
upper arms.
 

“I’m
so pleased to have you here, Grace,” he said and kissed her on her lips.
 
Then he kissed her on her neck.
 
“I’m so glad to have you,” he said,
remembering the last time he had her and wanting to feel that powerful feeling
again.

Grace
wanted to feel it, too.
 
There had been
many nights when all she did was think about how Tommy felt.
 
She’d never had that feeling before and she
couldn’t wait to feel it again.

“We
can eat now,” he said as he lifted her shirt and then her bra, and began
sucking her breasts.
 
“Or later,” he
added as he squeezed and sucked and moved his hand underneath her dress to her
panties.
 
“It’s up to you.”
 
But when he slipped his hand inside those
panties, he knew neither one of them had a choice.

“Later,”
Grace said when his hand began rubbing her clit.
 
Then his fingers moved in, getting her creamy
for his entry.
 
All he could think about
was fucking her.
 
All he could think
about was feeling that feeling again.
 

“Problem
is,” he said as he moved her sideways, to the authentic Queen Anne table at the
center of his vestibule, and he pulled her panties down and then off and then
spread her wide.
 
“I want to eat now.”

“You
want food now?” she asked, although her brain, her heart, her pussy knew
exactly what he meant.
 
But she said it
again.
 
“Food?” she asked.
 
“You want to eat food now?”

“I
want to eat you now,” he said in a voice so husky she barely understood
him.
 
He wanted her with a ferocious
need.

And
he got her.
 
His mouth covered her pussy
and the cream came with every lick and suck and chew.
 
He was eating her hard, and she had one leg
up on the table, one leg hanging down, and her hand buried in his silky light
hair as he mouth-fucked her harder than she’d ever had it before.
 

She
unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, and started jerking on it, as it
was already hard, and already big, and already ready to finish what his mouth
was starting.
 

Then
he removed all of her clothes, knelt back down, and devoured her again.
 
His mouth wouldn’t cease.
 
His tongue soaked her with his love.
 
They were a couple now.
 
They’d both made that clear.
 
And he was taking all of her.
 
No more pretenses.
 
No more holding back.
 
No more fears.
 
He was ready to show just how committed to
her he was willing to be.

And
when he sheath and entered her, right there on his Queen Anne, and she felt the
pulsations of his dick to the roots of her hair, she began to buck with
him.
 
He loved the way she rode his
dick.
 
She was leaned over a table, one
leg up and one leg down, and she had one hand around his neck bucking against
his manhood as if she wanted him to giddy-up faster than any human could
get.
 

But
he kept getting up.
 
He kept thrashing
her with his sex until she felt an explosion of passion that caused her to
suddenly find his pleasurable sex unbearable.
 
She couldn’t take another hit.
 

But
he kept hitting.
 
And she squirmed and
fault and cried out at the pleasure and the pain and the ripples of sensual
elation that caused her pussy to vibrate.
 
And she knew what her cum was doing to him, because his face
changed.
 
He was pleasuring her, and
taking pleasure in her joy, but now it was his time.
 
And he was pounding every ounce of release
into her.
  
He was pounding and making
her scream again.
 
Because his passion
provoked hers even more.
 
She didn’t
think she could bear it, but she did.
 
She held on as he continued to release and thrash and spill into her
pussy with a drenching release.
 

Then
his body convulsed, and he sputtered, and then he leaned into her for support.

He
smiled when their foreheads met.
 

“Still
good?” he asked her.

“Oh,
yes,” she responded.

But
he wasn’t done.
 
There was no way this
could be it for them.

He
carried her upstairs, into his bedroom, laid her on his bed, and put his dick
in her again.
 
Only this time, he took it
slow.
 
She smiled as he moved into her
with that steady rhythm she loved.
 
She
didn’t think she had any more sensuality to give.
 
But she was wrong.

As he
fucked her, and pulled her into his arms, she wrapped her arms around him in
her tightest embrace.
 
And Tommy smiled,
and continued to fuck her.
 
It was a
calming lovemaking for him this time, and it continued for nearly twenty
minutes more.
 
His dick moved in and out
of her pussy with that tight friction that made him quiver.
 

And
she held on.
 
It felt good to every inch
of her body.
 
And when he moved his mouth
to her breasts, and began sucking and licking as he continued to fuck her, she
jerked in an arch of joy.

And
he continued to fuck her.
 
The slouching
sounds of their mating echoed throughout the massive room, and he couldn’t stop
fucking her.
 
He couldn’t get enough of
her.
 
Even as she came, and her body kept
arching and jerking, he continued to ride that peak.
 
He continued to tingle with feelings every
time his dick rubbed her pussy.
 
And then
the levee broke, and he released into her with a powerful surge.
 

“Whoa!”
he yelled as he poured into her.
 
His
manhood moved in and out of her pussy at a frantic pace, as if he was
attempting to outrun the deluge.
 
Then
one more thrash, one more pounding into her, and it was done.
 
He was empty.
 
And she was full.

Grace
woke up a few hours later still feeling the effects of Tommy’s lovemaking.
 
She should have been sore, but she
wasn’t.
 
She should have been drained,
but she felt rejuvenated.
 
Her problem
for her was that she wanted him inside of her again.
 
Desperately.
 
She could still feel the rub of his penis, and that was the rub for
her.
 
His special branding.
 
That was why she smiled and reached across
the pillow.
 

But
he wasn’t there.
 

She
looked over and realized she was alone in bed.
 
His aromatic masculine scent was there where his body had laid, but he
was gone.

She
got out of bed and looked for her clothes.
 
Remembering that they were probably in the living room where he had
stripped them off of her, she went to his massive closet, grabbed one of the
seemingly hundreds of dress shirts off of his rack, and put it on.
 
It smelled just like Tommy, which thrilled
her.
 
Then she headed downstairs.

Tommy
was in his gourmet kitchen, cracking eggs into a pan, when Grace walked
in.
 
She smiled when she saw him standing
there.

“So
domestic,” she said as she walked over to him.

Tommy
turned.
 
His eyes immediately roamed down
her body.
 
He loved seeing her in his
shirt, which devoured her small body and dropped to her knees.
 
He also loved the fact that she kept it
unbuttoned at the top.
 

He kissed
her on the lips.
 
“I’m preparing our
dinner,” he said.

“What
is it?” she asked as she lifted up on tiptoes and looked at the eggs he was
scrambling.

Tommy
smiled.
 
“These are what we call eggs,”
he said.

Grace
hit him on his bicep.
 
He was wearing a
sweat shirt and jeans, his hair rumpled and gorgeous.
 
“I know that silly,” she said.
 
“But what are you making?”

It
was only then did Grace notice the vegetables sautéing in the Wok.
 
“Smells good,” she said, and walked over to
the center island stool and sat down.

“So
you fancy yourself a chef, do you, Mr. Gabrini?”

“I’m
Italian.
 
Enough said.”
 
Tommy said this as he took the pan of eggs
and tossed them into the Wok with the vegetables.
 

He
glanced back at her.
 
“What about you?”
he asked.
 
“You cook?”

“I
love to cook,” she said.

Tommy
was glad to hear that.
 
“Are you any
good?” he asked her.

“I
couldn’t get a job as your chef at Diamante’s, no, but I’ve been known to throw
down when I put my mind to it.”

Tommy
laughed.
 
He loved how sexy she looked
sitting there, with his white shirt against her naked black body.
 
And she could cook too?
 
“Next time will be your time,” he warned.