Romancing Sal Gabrini 2: A Woman's Touch

by Mallory Monroe

  He began rubbing his lips along the side of her smooth face, causing her to close her eyes as his kisses alone was making her feel so sensual. Then he lifted her blouse and bra above her chest, causing her bare breasts to pop out as if they were two ripe, juicy melons. She was aroused already.

  “I wasn’t sure,” she managed to reply to him, as he began kissing and sucking her breasts in such a way that she poked them out further, for his full access, “if you wanted me to come.”

  But when she said those words, he stopped kissing her. He looked at her, his blue eyes overcome with earnestness. “Whatta you talking?” he asked her. “Why wouldn’t I want you to come?”

  “The way we argued last night,” Gemma explained. “You were very upset with me.”

  “Of course I was upset with you! I wanted to ring your little neck. But what does that have to do with me wanting to see you again?”

  Gemma suddenly felt foolish. Had she just exposed her vulnerability? “It’s just that I wasn’t sure,” she said.

  Sal closed his eyes and exhaled. It was obvious to her that he was trying to control his temper. Then he opened his eyes again, revealing his own vulnerability, and placed his hands beneath her chin. “Listen to me, you, and you listen good,” he said to Gemma. “A simple argument is never going to be enough to get rid of me. You understand that? What, are you kidding me? We’re going to argue all the time, Gemma. That’s the nature of our personalities! You’re going to constantly do something stupid or say something wrong and I’m going to constantly have to correct you.”

  Gemma laughed. He was smiling now too. “But the love will still be there,” he continued. He squeezed her chin. “From me, it’ll always be there. I’ve gotta take it slow, I know all of that. But that doesn’t diminish my love for you. My love for you,” he shook his head, “is on overdrive. Nothing’s slowing my love for you down.”

  Gemma stared at Sal. She knew how much it took for him to speak so candidly that way. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her breasts still exposed and jutting against his chest. “Well now, you listen to me, Sal Gabrini. I’ve never been in love, this deeply, with anybody else before in my life. This is all new to me too. And I’m making mistakes. Plenty of them,” she admitted. “But don’t you ever doubt my love for you either. Because it’s strong.” Then she frowned. “That’s kind of what scares me.”

  Sal smiled. “Oh, sweetie,” he said, and pulled her into his big arms. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Big Sal isn’t going to let anything happen to you, are you nuts? I’ll lay down and die for your scared ass.” Gemma smiled. “When you’re with me, you have nothing to fear.”

  A regular Mister Modesty, Gemma thought smilingly.

  He looked at her. “Got it?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Got it,” she said.

  And then they stared. She could see every twinkle in his eyes, and he could see every twinkle in hers. He looked down, at her breasts, and started fondling them. When he looked back up, her big bright eyes were already hooded. And then he started kissing her again.

  Although this kiss was just as passionate as the previous kisses, there was more of an urgency to this one. And Gemma knew, although they were standing against the door inside his office, and an entire staff of his assistants were working on the other side of that door, he was going to do a whole lot more to her this time than just a kiss.

  She was right. Sal slung her blouse and bra over her head and tossed them onto a chair. Then he lifted her enough to put her breasts in his mouth, this time without bending. And he sucked long and hard. She wrapped her hands around his head as he did her. They’d only been apart for two nights, but it felt so much longer!

  Then he wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her on the lips again. He pressed in further, as he kissed her, and she could feel his member expanding.

  “We can’t do this here,” she was saying, as he pressed harder against her.

  “Oh, yeah?” he replied. “Unzip me,” he said, and continued to kiss her.

  She unzipped his pants.

  “Pull it out,” he said, anxious to feel her hands on his dick again. When she pulled it out, and he felt her hand encircle him, he sucked her breast so hard that she cried out in elation. He had to put his hand over her mouth to keep the noise down.

  “Is it out?” he asked her, although he already knew that answer.

  “It’s out,” she replied breathlessly, as she began to rub it.

  Sal pulled her panties down, with one side of her panties pulled completely off of her leg, and then he wrapped her legs around him. But instead of entering her, he carried her to the window seat behind his desk, sat her down, and opened her legs wider. When he knelt down, and started licking her, she inhaled.

  Gemma didn’t know if they could be seen outside from that window seat, but she trusted that Sal wouldn’t put her in that position. But the more he licked her, especially with those long licks she loved, the less she thought about the position she was in. Her hands squeezed his thick hair as he slid his tongue inside her folds and started eating her. Her legs were lifted up now, and she was leaned back, and she felt as if she was riding his face as he licked her. Her vaginal juices flowed, and she was nearly cumming.

  But he stopped, stood up, put his hand under her chin, and stared at her. He gave her a chance for her throbbing to slow down before he entered her and took her over. He never wanted her sexual experience to begin and end with foreplay. She appreciated the interruption.

  Then he unbuckled his pants, dropped them down to his shoes, and entered her. Only he didn’t ease in, but thrust in, causing her to cry out again. But this time he didn’t cover her mouth. He couldn’t. It was too intense for him too. He held her, and plunged into her, stroking her in a steady shove in and pull out stream of pleasure. He fought cumming for nearly half an hour.

  Gemma fought it too, as Sal’s penis felt hyper-good inside of her. She didn’t want that feeling to end. He didn’t want it to end, either. He fucked her fast, he fucked her slow. He did everything to keep them on that beautiful verge of cum, without tipping over.

  They were in a rhythm now, and they rocked with it. Stroke after stroke after stroke. He was gyrating her to a tune inside their heads. They were in sync. Until Gemma couldn’t help it, and clamped down.

  “Whoa,” Sal said with a rush of arousal when she clamped down around his penis, her tightness too much for him to bear. Not just because of the tightness. But because he thought about how it was Gemma he was fucking, and how it was Gemma’s taste that was still in his mouth, and how much he loved Gemma. And he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He pounded.

  She grabbed hold of his hips as he fucked her hard this time, his thrashings elevating her sensations so intensely that they caused her to cum, and to cum with a hard orgasm. She was jerking as she came. But he kept thrashing her. She was nearly bouncing in her seat, as he thrashed.

  Then he came. He leaned forward as she leaned back, and he poured into her.

  She held on, as he kept pounding her as he poured, until she was so full that it was streaming out. And he could stroke no longer. He was poured out, she was throbbed out, and their bodies slowly returned back down to earth.

  They held onto each other, then looked at each other, then smiled.

  Sal was smiling especially grand. “Now that I’ve got what I wanted,” he said, “you can take your ass back to Vegas.”

  Gemma laughed heartily. She loved Sal’s sense of humor. “But I’m not finished with you yet,” she said, playing along. “I didn’t come here for one fuck. Are you kidding me?”

  Sal laughed. He loved the way he could joke with her and she wasn’t sensitive and defensive and couldn’t get the joke. She was comfortable in her own skin. Completely self-possessed. He loved that about her.

  But she was also a woman who didn’t waste time. She looked down, at their puddle of wetness. “We’d better clean up this mess,” she said.

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��Ah, leave it,” Sal said, finally pulling out of her. “Give my nosy assistants something to talk about.”

  “Oh, no,” Gemma said, standing up. “After Shannon’s tirade? No, sir. They won’t be talking about this.”

  Sal laughed.

  “Not this,” Gemma made clear.

  After cleaning up, Sal and Gemma eventually walked out of the office and made their way toward the elevators. Shannon was gone by this time, but Melody and the rest of the staff couldn’t take their eyes off of the couple. They’d never known Sal to be so passionate about any woman, especially a non-blonde woman. But he was serious now. He even had his hand in the small of her back, more than a few of them noticed, as they watched them walk across the room. And when they stood at the elevator, waiting for it to open, Sal leaned over and kissed Gemma on the lips. That move alone cranked the whispers into high gear.

  “Did you see that?” one assistant was asking another one.

  “I saw it. I’m shocked. I thought he was---”

  “He was what?”

  “I didn’t think he cared for minorities.”

  “Well he cares for that one. Big time.”

  The elevator door opened, and Sal and Gemma, unaware of the whispers, got onto the elevator and headed downstairs. Sal kept his arm around her waist when they stepped off, walked across the lobby, and outside to the waiting limo. The chauffeur was standing at the opened back door.

  Sal pulled Gemma into his arms again, before she got in. “I’ll try to wrap it up here as soon as I can,” he said.

  “No rush,” she replied. “I’m going to take a long bath and relax.”

  They kissed again, and she got in.

  Sal stood there and watched the limo as it slowly pulled away. All he could feel was happiness at the mere thought that she would fly to see him on a whim, because they had argued. For the first time in his life he felt eternally blessed. He was happy.

  Gemma leaned her head back in Sal’s limo as she rode to the Wingate. Her day had started out so awful, with no makeup call from Sal, her client firing her, and Marsh’s nonsense. But now she was in Seattle, completely made up with Sal, and heading to his penthouse. Things were looking up, she thought happily.

  “Welcome to the Wingate, Miss Jones,” William said as soon as she entered the lobby.

  “Great to be back, William,” she replied as he took the overnight bag she had with her and escorted her to Sal’s private elevator. All of the staff went out of their way to speak to her. Her presence was treated with the same deference they treated Sal’s presence.

  When she made it to the top floor and entered the penthouse, she was pleased at how tidy he kept his home and how there was nothing out of place to suggest any female had been roaming. Not that she expected there to be such evidence. She didn’t. But it was always good to get that confirmation.

  She went upstairs, took a long bath in Sal’s tub, put on one of Sal’s dress shirts, cook Sal’s dinner, and then fell asleep across Sal’s bed.

  She woke up when the phone rang and he notified her that an emergency at Diamante’s, some kind of kitchen fire, would cause him to be late coming home. He advised her to eat and get more rest. She took that advice and found herself lying across his bed again, and falling asleep.

  By the time he made it home, she’d been asleep for nearly five hours. He checked on her, loosening his tie as he stood at his bedroom door and watched her sleep, and then he headed back downstairs.

  After heating in the microwave the food she had cooked for him, he stood at the center island in his kitchen and read over a thick file while he ate. He was impressed with how good the food tasted, and reminded himself to tell her so, then he slowly shut it all down and headed upstairs. By now it was after ten.

  He entered his bedroom slowly, and stood at the nightstand. As he removed his wallet and keys from his pants pockets, he watched his beloved. She was sleeping so peacefully, as if she was right where she was supposed to be, and it made him feel even more loving toward her. How did this happen, he wondered. How could he ever have allowed a woman to get so into his heart this deeply? Everything about her turned him on. Her intellect, her smile, her wit, the way she was even lying there, with nothing on her gorgeous black body but his white dress shirt. Not that he had peeped. It was the way she was lying across his bed. Half of her ass was showing. He couldn’t help but notice, and stay turned on.

  Once he cleared his pockets, he went over to her and gently lifted her into his arms. Although she wrapped her arms around him and appeared poised to wake up, she ultimately remained asleep. He pulled back the bedding and laid her between his soft, silk sheets. He tucked her in and kissed her on her forehead. Then he stood there, his hands on his hips, staring at her again.

  Gemma Gabrini, he thought as he stared. Now that had a ring to it. Or would she be one of those females who preferred to hyphenate their names? He’d heard that British women and many black women preferred it that way. Was his woman one of them? Would she prefer to be Gemma Jones-Gabrini? That had a ring, too.

  Then Sal caught himself. What in the world was he thinking? They weren’t ready for marriage yet! He certainly wasn’t ready. Not because he didn’t love her enough, but because, in Sal’s mind, he loved her too much. Far too much. He couldn’t risk losing her. And that was his fear of marriage. He’d seen too many horrific marriages, beginning with his parents, to ever believe such a union could work. Marriage, or any other tangible change in the dynamic of their relationship, could change their relationship in all the wrong ways. Nobody would admit it. But many deeply in love newlyweds yesterday, were divorced and bitter enemies today. He wasn’t risking that with Gemma. No way.

  But he was too tired to think about anything that major right now. All he wanted to do was get some sleep. So he stopped trying to think about anything, undressed, took a quick shower, and finally crawled into bed with Gemma.

  When he turned to his side and pulled her into his big arms, holding her, he felt as if it couldn’t get any better than this. He was where he wanted to be, with the very person on the face of this earth he wanted to be with. And even as his naked body was trying to give into temptation, especially when she parted her legs ever so slightly and his expanding dick made its way between them, he continued to hold her. He just wanted to hold her. And he did. All night long. He fell asleep with her still in his arms.

  Life was good.

  FIFTEEN

  When Gemma woke up the next morning, she was lying on her back, the dress shirt she was wearing was wide open, and Sal’s naked body was on top of her, sucking her breasts.

  She stretched with pleasure as he smiled and said good morning to her, but from the feel of her wet, hard sucked breasts, and the feel of his completely aroused penis against her thigh, this was no smiling matter for him.

  He kissed her. “Good morning,” he said.

  She could taste the fact that he had already given her an oral this morning, and as soon as she thought it, she felt just how wet she was between the legs. It was so many sensual feelings greeting her into this good day that she didn’t quite know how to handle it all. So she stopped trying to handle it. She smiled, said good morning back to him, and stretched and enjoyed his attention some more.

  He entered her. But unlike yesterday, he didn’t plunge in. He eased in, taking his time, making sure she felt that heightened feeling of entry that always turned them on. Then he laid on his back and moved her gently on top of him. His penis was so tightly lodged inside of her that it did not move an inch when he moved her on top. She laid down, and he wrapped her in his arms, as he fucked her.

  Gemma could enjoy this all day long. She was lying on her man, he had her in his muscular arms, and his thick dick was stroking her in such a steady, tender way that she became relaxed. So relaxed that she began to feel drowsy again. It was the best kind of sex he put on her. When it wasn’t urgent or too ramped-up. She even closed her eyes, and nearly fell asleep, as he fucked her.

  S
al, too, loved it this way. Because Gemma seemed so comfortable with him this way. She was even falling asleep. He didn’t have to put on any exhibition with her. He didn’t have to prove his sexual prowess with her. With Gemma, he felt as if he had no points he needed to prove. She already knew his strengths. She already knew his weaknesses. Yet she still hung around. She still loved him.

  He closed his eyes and stroked her with tender love. He rubbed her dark back, and her soft hair, and he listened to the sloshing sounds of their lovemaking in the calm of the morning. This was priceless for Sal. Times like these made him even reconsider his issues with marriage. If he married her, he could have this every morning, his heart was telling him. But his head was telling him something too. If he married her, that closeness might cause her to conclude that he wasn’t the prize catch she thought he was from a distance, and she could leave him. And that, for Sal, would be the blow. He’d had many in his life, but that would be the one. Losing Gemma could take him down.

  That was why he, once again, rejected that internal discussion he’d been having, and focused, instead, on fucking her. At least he could do that right. His father used to say he couldn’t do anything right, and his mother used to laugh when he said it, but no woman had ever laughed when he put his dick inside of them. That was Sal’s strength and he was playing to it. Not that he felt Gemma only wanted him for his sex. He didn’t feel that at all. But he wasn’t taking any chances. He wanted to turn her on the way she turned him on.

  So he continued to gyrate her for nearly an hour on end. He didn’t know what time it was, and he didn’t care. This was Gemma time. And his lady, he thought sweetly as he began to feel his cum coming on, didn’t share the stage with any one.

  And just as he was thinking that very thought, and was on the verge of cum, knocks were heard on his front door. He kept doing her. He couldn’t just stop on a dime. But the knocking would not let up.

  He stopped all movement. Gemma, too, looked up.

  Sal assumed it was his building manager, since he was the only person with unfettered access to the penthouse, but the knocking seemed desperate to him. As if it wasn’t some casual, we have a leak in the building, boss, kind of visit.