Romancing Sal Gabrini 2: A Woman's Touch by Mallory Monroe

I
haven’t seen you all week.   You’d better
move your ass over and make room for mama.   We’re about to fuck the bubbles out of this bitch!”
    Sal
laughed so hard he cried.   “Yes, ma’am,”
he said, making room.   This was the Gemma
he loved so completely.   Strong,
unashamed to show her affection, and funny.   Always had that sharp wit.   This
was the woman he loved.   This was what he
was talking about!
    But
if he though Gemma was playing, he was wrong.   She wanted that dick in her so bad she could feel it already.   That activity in the garage was good, and she
enjoyed it, but it wasn’t complete.   Nothing satisfied her sexual urges the way Sal’s dick did, and complete
satisfaction was what she was after.
    Sal
sat down in the tub as she stood over him.   He was thrilled he wasn’t fooling with some kid, but had a real woman on
his hands, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go and get it
herself.   But when she sat in that tub,
with her back to his chest, he took over.
    He
kissed her on her long, dark neck, and the side of her face, and he fondled her
breasts.   She leaned back and lifted both
of her hands, wrapping them around his head, rubbing his thick, silky
hair.   Her backward movement alone caused
her breasts, to his pleasure, to take on that tautness he loved.  
    She
smiled as one of his hands left one of her breasts and began to fondle her clit
and rub her folds.   For the longest time
she enjoyed this massage.   But as his
dick began to expand and butt against her vagina, she took her hand and began
to massage him too.  
    But
it was Gemma’s time as far as Sal was concerned.   He wanted her to relax and appreciate every
inch of her body the way he appreciated it.   And it worked.   She leaned back
against him as his rubbing and fondling and kissing relaxed her almost to the
point of sleep.   Until he entered
her.    
    It
was a slow entry, unlike the way he mouth-fucked her in the garage.   He guided his dick into her vagina and then
slowly, carefully, pushed it on in.   Then
he pulled it out, and pushed it in again.   Out and in until he was steady, and was able to push in, and almost out,
in and almost out.   Gemma was, by now,
breathing heavily.   It was the feeling
that was getting to her.   That fullness
and hardness that overwhelmed her insides and kept expanding until it felt as
if it was stuck in her.  
    And
then he’d slide in and almost out again, sideswiping her sensitive walls, and
making her near cum the entire time.   This was how Sal always did her.   He made her feel as if she was floating, flying, fading in and out with
sensuality.   This was the best fuck she
could ever get, the kind Sal put on her.   She rubbed his hair, and leaned even further back against him, their
faces touching cheek-to-cheek, as he fucked her.
    But
Sal, being Sal, wasn’t about to leave it there.   His gyrations inevitably increased.   But it was always just when Gemma’s body was begging for the increase.
This time was no exception.   Gemma was
begging for him to lay it on harder.   And   he did.   Harder and harder.   He pumped into her, pounded into her, until
it felt as if he was ripping through her body in a deliciously sensual
way.   Every sensation she could feel, she
felt, as she screamed and lifted up and caused the water in that tub to start
splashing out.   She was cumming with a
vengeance.   She loved Sal, but to be able
to do her this way was priceless to her.   It had made her love him even more.
    Sal
was loving her even more as he came too.   He thrashed into her and then, when he broke loose, he pushed in and
stayed in.   Deep down inside of her.   And the muscles of his arms began to vein,
his dick began to throb so hard that it felt as if he was going to explode, and
he began to tremble.   He poured and he
poured into her.   The water caught some,
but she caught most, making her so full that she tried to force him