As soon as the door closed in the bedroom, Tommy began kissing her again with a patience that made her feel special. He rubbed his lips over hers when he stopped kissing her, as if he loved the scent of her, and then he was plunging into her mouth again, kissing her harder. Her vagina was already pulsating just from his kiss alone.
And when he undressed her, and she stood naked in this bedroom in the sky, she expected him to throw her on his bed and pound her senseless the way her previously sex partners always ended up doing. It was as if they always forgot about her and focused exclusively on their own needs. “It’s your body,” more than one later said to her. “One look at your naked body, and I go insane.”
It was nonsense and Liz knew. Just another excuse by very selfish men. She was used to it, so she stopped expecting anything more from it. She learned to cum quickly or not at all, because no man was going to give her any more time than he needed himself.
Tommy loved the look of her body too, and he was tempted to throw her on that bed and fuck her senseless too. But he couldn’t do it. He wanted to; he’d done it that way with many women before her. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it this time.
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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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 p
ounded. 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, afte
r 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?”
Tommy’s look, which wasn’t all that upbeat to begin with, turned somber. And when he squatted down, just inside the open door beside her, she could feel that heaviness.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m about to have a little talk with the principal?” she asked.
Her little joke didn’t sway Tommy. He remained serious. “I want you to know how much I enjoyed spending time with you.”
Liz nodded. “Ditto,” she said.
“You’re a very lovely lady.”
“Ditto,” she said again. “Substitute Man.”
“But . . .,” Tommy went on to say.
She shook her head. “There’s always a but.”
Tommy stared into her eyes. “We’d better quit while we’re ahead,” he said sincerely.
Liz considered him. She’d been there. She’d had numerous relationships that she just knew could go somewhere, but ended up imploding. He wasn’t speaking off the cuff. He was speaking from experience. She nodded knowingly. “Like I always tell my staff,” she said, “I can’t argue with good sense.”
Tommy could love this woman, he thought. Deeply. But that was the problem. He kissed her on her forehead, stood up, and closed the door. The chauffeur had already placed the suitcase in the trunk, had gotten back behind the wheel, and began to drive off.
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