Romancing Tommy Gabrini by Mallory Monroe

stepped
off.   Like two interested people burdened
by anticipation, they walked quietly to her apartment at the end of the
hall.  

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
    CHAPTER SEVEN

 
    She
lay naked in the middle of her bed, her inner thighs already wet and ready, as
he slung off his shirt, stepped out of his shoes, and then unbuckled and
unzipped his pants.   The rod that flapped
out was already heavy with his erection and Grace couldn’t avoid staring.   She didn’t mean to.   It wasn’t as if she’d never seen a dick
before.  
    But
his manhood won the prize hands down.   She’d been with black guys who were average-to-large, and white guys who
were average-to-small.   But none of them,
not one, had equipment that was as large and thick and as inviting as
Tommy’s.   His dick was so inviting, in
fact, that as his naked body climbed on top of her, and that same hard, thick
dick slid across her thigh, her vagina pulsated in a way that caused her to
smile.   She felt like a novice again.   She felt the kind of anticipation she had her
very first time.
    Just
a few minutes earlier she had inwardly debated whether to let him in her
apartment at all.   They were standing at
the front door.   She had thanked him for
coming to her surprise party, and he had mentioned how much he enjoyed
himself.   His blondish-brown hair had
flapped over his forehead, and he had his sports jacket off and over his
shoulder, revealing just how buff he really was.   And she felt the weight of just how difficult
it would be to turn him down.  
    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.