Romancing Tommy Gabrini by Mallory Monroe Page A

“What?” she asked him.
    “I
think you should let me in.”
    Grace
smiled.   “Why am I not surprised?”
    “You
should let me in,” Tommy said, his face turning serious, “because it’s the
first night of your thirtieth year and I would hate for you to spend the rest
of this night alone.”
    Grace
loved the way he put that.   Because she
didn’t want to spend the rest of her birthday alone, either.   And, if truth be told, she couldn’t think of
another human being alive, especially of the male specie, that she’d rather
spend the rest of her night with.
    And
she let him in.
    Now
they were naked on her bed.   He had her
arms lifted over her head, his big hands clasping her small hands, and was
kissing her with an edginess that made her passion soar.
    He
kissed her on her mouth, moving his lips in tantalizing circles as if he was
determined to suck the life out of her.   She moaned as his passion built.   And when he had to come up for air, he moved his lips across her lips,
still hungering for more, and then plummeting her lips again.   And they went another round, kissing until
air was needed again.
    He
wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her.   He loved the way she felt in his arms, and how she made him feel when
his lips connected with her skin.   He
couldn’t stop kissing her.   For the
longest time he held onto her and kissed her as if he’d never had it so
good.   He thought he would be quick about
it.   Get in and get out.   Enjoy it while he could.   But he had only just begun to fuck her, and
already he was stuck on her lips.
    Grace,
too, was surprised by their connection.   She couldn’t let him go either.   The more he kissed her, the more she wanted to feel his kiss.   The more he held her, the more she wanted his
arms around her.   She had never dreamed,
just a few days ago, that she could ever want someone this badly.   But she wanted Tommy.   She wanted him to hold her the way he was
holding her, and to never let her go.
    Tommy
moved his kisses to her small, bare brown shoulders.   He loved the way she tasted.   He sucked her and licked her and held
her.   He moved back to her face, and
looked in her eyes to see if she, too, was enjoying their union.   And she was.   He could see the twinkle in her eyes.   There was something so sweet, and so endearing about her that he felt a
soaring sense of purpose with her.   This
was where he wanted to be, and she was who he wanted to be with.   That was how he felt.   On this strange night, in her strange bed,
he’d never felt more at home.
    But
as his penis began to harden, he knew he had to get on with it.   He wasn’t going to be able to just hold her
all night.   Not with the boner he had to
satisfy.   So he got on with satisfying
her.   He moved down, to her chin and her
neck, sucking her in ways that made her entire body react.   And then he was on her breasts, licking each
one, his tongue moving in a slow motion glide from one to the other as if he
was determined to make her feel as intense as he felt.   When she began to moan again, unable to
quietly accept the feelings his expert mouth was giving to her, he moved on.
    Grace
wanted him to move, too, to that special place.   She rubbed her hands up and down his back as he handled his business,
her body’s awareness heightened with anticipation.   But she couldn’t imagine he’d go there now,
not their very first time together.   And
when he began to move down, kissing her stomach and then her thighs, she ran
her hands through his silky smooth hair.   Because he was going there.   He
wasn’t hesitating to go there.
    Tommy
moaned himself when his tongue first touched her clitoris.   He loved her smell and the fresh pinkness of
her folds.   And he licked her so slowly,
with such long glides, that when his tongue slipped inside of her she lifted
her hips and vaulted her butt off of the bed.   Tommy grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed as his mouth