She rubbed his penis as it was still zipped-up inside his pants. But it was so long, and so thick, and so hard that it had a definition all its own. A rod, a pipe, a joystick so big she could hardly wait to feel it inside of her. This was the stuff of her dreams. His dick was like dope to her now. She had to have it in the worse way.
Sal wanted her in an even worse way. He craved her pussy. Many nights, when he was on the road and unable to be with her, he would cum at just the thought of how it felt to be inside of her. And now, as he pulled down his pants and that thick rod of a penis revealed itself, neither one of them had to dream any longer. The dream was here. And when he moved up to her, and placed that dream in her mouth, daring her to suck the shit out of it, she succumbed. She licked him and sucked him and bit his most sensitive ridge. She sucked him so hard that he began to hyperventilate. His pre-cum flowed. And he couldn’t bare it any longer.
He pulled out of her mouth, moved her up on the bed, and pushed his dick into her pussy with one hard drive.
“Sal,” she said in a voice no louder than a whisper, but it nearly broke his eardrums with its passion. She was holding onto the bedding, fighting the feeling that was consuming her, as he began to fuck her with the kind of thrusts that had no rhythm. He went hard, he went easy. He went fast, he went faster, and then slow. He went in and stayed. He pulled out, and quickly went in again. And every time he was hitting her right where she needed it most. He was on target the entire time.
But that was just the warmup. That was just the opening act. Because eventually, when the target was too much, he found a rhythm. He moved onto his back, laid her naked body on top of his, and began hugging her and fucking her as if his dick was an instrument specifically designed for her pleasure. He rubbed her back, and massaged her ass, and fucked her so long, and so hard that she was cumming in waves. A small one. A big one. And a bigger one still. She was trying to pull away from him, to ease the intensity, but he held her tighter and fucked her harder and made her scream with the joy of what it meant to have sex with the one you loved. And she loved Sal Gabrini. She loved every loving inch of him.
He gave her every inch too. He was so deep inside of her that he wondered if he was hurting her. But by the way she was responding, and the way she took his face in her hands and started kissing him, he knew he was doing her just right. He was giving her the best he had, and she was enjoying it.
When he came, and when she came after his heat shot inside of her and shot her off again, they both let out a loud exhale as the feelings began to roll over into even stronger feelings. They couldn’t stop cumming. They couldn’t ease the sensations. Sal’s dick kept stroking her and she kept responding to his every stroke. Until finally, after minute upon minute of cum, they finally lost all energy.
Sal first, and then Gemma collapsed. It felt like more than just a homecoming. It felt like more than just a coupling. It felt like life to them. Like happiness. Like finally finding gold in a mountain of rocks, and knowing exactly how valuable it was.
CHAPTER FIVE
He was on the phone almost the entire trip, as he handled a business conference call after yet another business conference call. But Gemma didn’t mind. They were on their way to Rosemont, Indiana, to finally tell her folks about their impending nuptials, and she could hardly wait. She was lying on the double-seat across from him, watching him do his thing. She knew this was not the plan. He had no intentions of coming to Vegas yesterday and flying to Indiana this early today. He was supposed to be back in Seattle helping Tommy run their corporation. But last night he told her that he was tired of waiting. He wanted the world to know. But nobody could know, he told her, before her folks.
He was on the other double-seat across from her, with his legs stretched out and spread apart, with his arms folded as he continued his cell phone conversation. Gemma was lying down, with the arm of the seat and her hands as a pillow for her head. And she couldn’t take her eyes off of Sal.
Most of the time his eyes were closed as he talked, as if he was truly tired. She inwardly smiled. He should be tired after all of those workouts he put on her throughout the night. It was amazing they slept at all.
He finally ended the call, and looked at her. She was lying on her side, facing him. She wore a short, pleated skirt with a tucked-in, high-collar, white, cotton blouse. She looked gorgeous, he thought. “Tired?” he asked.
“Sleepy,” she said.
“You ought to be.”
She looked at him as if he was nuts. “Me?”
“Yeah you! Worked me half to death last night. Kept pulling on me. Kept putting it in, and then pulling it out and jerking on it. ‘Damn,’ I said. ‘You jerk on that thang more than I do!’”
She grabbed her shoe from the floor beside her seat and threw it at him. He ducked. They laughed. And he answered yet another phone call from yet another business associate.
When he finished the call, she decided to go there.
“Why?” she asked him.
He looked at her. Oddly enough, he knew exactly what she was talking about. “Because it’s important,” he said.
“Why is it so important to you?”
“You love and respect your parents,” Sal said. “They love and respect you. If they’re displeased with your choice in mate, that’s going to be a problem.”
“But they already approve of you. Mom loves you, Sal. And Dad respects you.”
“They love and respect me as their daughter’s boyfriend. I want to make sure they love and respect me as their daughter’s husband. That’s a different ballgame. People change depending on the game.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“They may have thought it wouldn’t last. They may have thought you’d dump my slick ass by now. Surely by now.” Gemma laughed. “So marriage wasn’t something they were thinking about.”
“I don’t think that’s true, Sal. I think they knew how serious we were. Mom even mentioned marriage to me before.”
“Yeah, well. I hope you’re right.”
“I know I’m right.”
Sal nodded, but she could tell he wasn’t nearly as convinced as she was.
“What is it?” she asked him.
“I can’t ruin your relationship with your parents,” he replied.
“You won’t ruin it, why do you keep saying that? How can you ruin it?”
“If they don’t want me in the family. If they figure I’m okay as a boyfriend, but now I’m overstepping my bounds.”
“Oh, Sal!”
“Don’t oh, Sal me! Your parents are good people. They love you and you’re close to them. You’ve got to keep that relationship. Having a loving mother, and a loving father? That’s everything, Gemma. And you’re keeping that.”
Gemma stared at him. She knew where his concern was coming from. She knew all about the disastrous relationship he had had with his own folks.
“And if they don’t approve?” she asked him.
His eyes glazed over, and he shook his head. “I don’t want to even think about it.”
“Good,” Gemma said. “Because they will approve. They already have!”
Sal smiled. “Pollyanna,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m marrying fucking Pollyanna!”
Gemma laughed.
Then their laughter died out, and only the hum of the plane’s engine could be heard. Sal was staring at her now, but she knew what his stare was about. Because it wasn’t just her face. He gave her face that loving look he often gave to her, as if he was proud of her, but then those big, blue eyes of his began to roam over her body. And that stare, that assessing look, was different. It wasn’t about Sal’s pride in her, but his lust for her.
And sure enough, when she looked down at his bundle, she could see his penis began to expand beneath his pants. And then he was unbuckling his belt, and unbuttoning and zipping down his pants. When he pulled it out and began to fondle it, his look was unmistakable. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
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nbsp; Gemma didn’t wait to be told what to do. Sal expected her to know what to do. And she did. She got up and moved to him.
Sal’s heart soared when she stood in front of him. That was what he most loved about Gemma: they were always in sync. When he wanted her, she came. When she wanted him, he came. No questions asked. She was sleepy, and he was tired, but they were never too sleepy or too tired to enjoy each other.
Sal stopped fondling his penis long enough to lift her skirt and pull down her panties. Then he leaned back and watched as she stepped out of them, knelt down, and took over.
His stomach muscles tightened as soon as her tongue touched his rod. He closed his eyes in a wonderful daze as she licked him slowly, and jerked him slowly, and then put it in her mouth in a way that made his hips buckle. And when she took him in full, with the kind of suction that made him feel so beautifully confined that he began to shove his hips up and down in a mouth-fuck for the ages.
It wasn’t easy for Gemma. Mainly because Sal was so big and his pre-cum was more than just a trickle. But when she looked up, and saw how wonderful it made him feel, she was pleased to soldier on. She enjoyed giving him oral for that very reason. It turned him on. Not that it didn’t turn her on too. It did. Just the thought of Sal’s dick in her mouth was a turn on. But Sal’s dick in her pussy was, by far, the greater turn on. And all she could think about, as she gave him head, was how she was going to feel when he gave them both what they needed most.
But Sal was never that predictable. He lifted her up, but instead of sitting her on his lap, he stood up, sat her back down on the seat she had vacated, knelt down, and began to give her oral.
It wasn’t what she expected. And she didn’t think she needed it. Dick to pussy would have been enough for her. But as soon as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, giving him full access, and his tongue began to lick her in that long, drawn-out, sensual way, she realized just how badly she not only needed this, but wanted this!
He went to town on her vagina. He ate her and ate her until she was saturated and juiced up. She held onto his head, and leaned her own back, as he gave to her with that unselfish love she loved about him. They were high in the sky, with nothing but clouds surrounding them, and those sexual feelings felt elevated too. He placed his hands on her bare ass and squeezed her hard, as he ate her.
When he was sensually full, he stood up and pulled down his pants and briefs, removing them. They were in a private compartment, so the flight crew couldn’t see them, but Gemma was willing to bet, by the time Sal got through with her, they were going to hear them. Because Sal had that look in his eyes. He had the look of a man who would not be denied. He had the look of a man in love, but in full-throttle lust as well. He even placed his hands on either side of her gorgeous black face, staring into her beautiful brown eyes, and then began kissing her.
Gemma closed her eyes and relaxed in his kiss. And when he stopped kissing her and sat down, and pulled her onto his lap facing him, he opened her blouse, lifted her bra, and began kissing her breasts in just as sensual a way as he kissed her lips. He was all in. Something about the altitude seemed to make them both feel more of everything. More of their love. More of their joy. More of their peace. And especially more of their lust for each other. Because when Sal finally guided his dick inside of her, and began to fuck her, it felt as if it was last night plus a hundred. Intensified to that degree.
Gemma held on. She leaned her head back and bounced to his syncopated beat; to his masterful rhythm.
Sal held on too. He held onto her tight ass as he sucked her breasts, and fucked her pussy, and ravaged her with his love. Because he was so in love with this woman that it sometimes scared him. He had never known such a strong emotion before. He loved his brother Tommy deeply, and he loved Tommy’s wife Grace and even his knot-headed cousin Reno and his family deeply too.
But he’d never loved this way before. And for that love to be reciprocated meant everything to him. He felt it every time he looked into Gemma’s eyes. He’d never had the love of a woman before, not as a child, not as an adult, until he met Gemma Jones. Until he met the woman who was soon to be, he thought deliciously as he fucked her, Gemma Gabrini.
He ultimately gave her breasts a rest, but her pussy was still all his. He pulled her into his arms and continued to massage that pussy, over and over, with such loving strokes. Until his dick was so full of cum that it had to release. And it did.
It was such a powerfully explosive release that it affected them both so intensely; that they came within moments of the other. First Sal, and then Gemma. A cum that was so heartfelt that the feelings felt endless.
Sal held her even tighter in his arms. This was paradise. This was the beautiful, the magnificent, the calm.
He could only hope that Indiana, and her parents, weren’t going to be the storm.
CHAPTER SIX
Sal and Gemma un-boarded the plane and walked across the tarmac to the waiting vehicle. One of the flight attendants had their luggage, which was only one suitcase, and was hurrying behind them. Sal’s people had arranged for a dealership to have a car waiting for them, and a car was waiting. Along with the Salesman, apparently.
“Mr. Gabrini, I presume?”
Sal studied him. Yep, a Salesman, he decided. “That’s right,” he said.
“Paul Grueger, of the Jeff Rogers Dealership, at your service, sir.” He extended his hand. Sal shook it. He waited for Sal to introduce the lady beside him, but Sal didn’t.
“I was told to deliver this wonderful automobile to you for your personal use,” Paul said, and extended the keypad.
“Thank-you,” Sal said, taking the key. “Have a nice day.”
His reaction surprised the Salesman. “But. . . I’ll need to explain all of the features on this excellent automobile, sir.”
“It’s a whats-it?” Sal asked, looking at the car. “It’s a Cadillac, right? What’s there to explain?” Sal continued to check out the car as he opened the passenger door for Gemma. Gorgeous car, he thought.
“Well, yes, sir,” Paul said, confused that Sal wasn’t as excited as he was. “It’s a beautiful silver coast metallic Cadillac ATS, fully loaded with black leather seats, Onstar Navigation, and all of the bells and whistles you could ever want.”
Gemma got in. Sal closed the door and began walking around to the driver side door.
The Salesman continued. “There’s ways for you to program-in any radio station you want to listen to, including SiriusXM, and you---”
“The bells and whistles like you said,” Sal said, opening the driver side door. The flight attendant placed their luggage in the trunk, said his goodbyes to Sal and Gemma, and headed back toward the plane. Sal looked at the Salesman. “I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” he said.
Paul was perplexed. “But, sir,” he said with feeling, “this is a seventy-four thousand dollar car.”
“Yeah, so?” The car Sal drove in Seattle was worth twice that. But he didn’t want to be totally rude. “Listen, um . . .”
“Paul, sir. Paul Grueger.”
“Paul, you did your job. Good job. I can take it from here.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m positive. Never more positive about anything in my life.”
But Paul wouldn’t relent. “But sir,” he said, his voice flustered. “This isn’t a simple car to understand. It’s probably nothing like the car you drive ordinarily. This is a really expensive vehicle. If you’ll only let me show you the features.”
Sal had had it. “Now you’re getting on my nerves,” he told the eager Salesman. “I told your ass I didn’t need you to show me any fucking features. I don’t need you to show me a gotdamn thing! Now goodbye. You did your job. Now get the fuck out of here!”
Paul shook his head. He looked at Sal as if Sal was scum. “I should have expected nothing less from the likes of you,” he said bitterly. “Your kind has little money and zero class.”
“And you don’t have either,” Sal
retorted. “So get the fuck out of my face!”
“Get the fuck out of my face!” the brave Salesman yelled back, and Sal moved toward him.
“Sal, no!” Gemma yelled, getting out of her seatbelt. Some jumped-up, self-inflated guy like that Salesman was not going to ruin their day.
But she had nothing to fear. The man had already taken off to his own car, gotten in, and driven away from there.
Sal got into the car, pressed the Start button, and took off too. “What’s wrong with people?” he yelled angrily. “I try to be nice to them. I try to talk calm and rational. But they won’t even let me be nice!”
Gemma took his hand and held it. Because she knew how that ridiculous Salesman had little to do with Sal’s angry reaction. It was the anxiety of this visit to Indiana. It was the fear that her parents would reject him, and thereby seriously hamper their relationship, that was the real driving force behind his angst.
“What’s this about?”
That was the first question Rodney Jones asked his daughter when Gemma called a week ago and said she wanted to see them, and phoned again this morning and said she was on her way. Although she wouldn’t say over the phone what it was about, he knew something major was up. He had warned his daughter a week ago. He had already told her that an acquaintance of his, who used to be a field director with the FBI, said that Sal Gabrini might very well be a mob boss. But instead of her coming alone to tell them that she and Sal were no longer an item, which he thought was going to be the case, Sal was with her, holding her hand, as they got out of that Cadillac and made their way up the walkway to his front door. Rodney was standing at the door, with his wife Cassie, as they came.
But after the hugs and the kisses, and after the foursome settled into the Jones’ living room, Cassie wanted to keep it light. And that was fine by Sal and Gemma.
“Chelsey called,” she said.
But Gemma was unimpressed. “Oh, really? You mean she actually had time from her busy schedule to pick up a telephone?”
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