One Special Night (7 page)

Chapter 8

The first step
, Jasmine thought.
 
She'd taken so many of them in her life.

Her first step into a charter school for a better education.

Her first step into the military to reach for her dreams.

It was time to take her first step toward the start of her new life.

She applied gentle pressure on his skull and urged him closer.
 
She rubbed her lips across his in a lazy back and forth and whispered, “Please shut off the lights.”

Without missing a beat, Tommy leaned toward her to shut off the closest light and then left her for only a second to lean back and snap off the second, plunging them into partial darkness.
 
The full moon spilled light in through all the windows facing the beachfront while some weaker light filtered in along the far wall from the lights on the patio.

“Thank you,” she said and pulled away to examine his features in the dim light.
 
His deep brown gaze flitted all about her face, as if to ask if this was really going to happen, while a hesitant smiled played around the corners of his lips.

She offered up her own grin while skimming her thumb across his mouth again, needing the feel of it, so hard and soft and warm.
 
Wanting to have it against her mouth.
 
Who was she kidding, against all of
her.

Trailing her hand down his arm, she took hold of his hand, rose, and walked with him toward the bed.
 
While she'd enjoyed their impromptu lovemaking, she wanted more this time.
 
So much more.

At the side of the bed, they faced each other, both of them uncertain until she just couldn't wait anymore.
 
“Take your clothes off, Tommy.”

One side of his mouth tilted up boyishly and he said, “Yes, ma'am.
 
I'm yours to command.”

Her insides did a flip flop of need and heat flooded her body at the thought of being in control of this man.
 
“Do you really mean that?”

He was in the midst of shucking off his tuxedo jacket, but paused and said a little more seriously, “Whatever you want, Jasmine.
 
I'm all yours.”

God damn
, she thought as image after image pounded her brain of everything she'd want him to do throughout this one special night together.
 
Trying to keep the mood lighthearted, she chuckled and said, “Then
hurry
up and get naked de Salvo.”

He laughed out loud, grinned, and began the slow striptease she had only imagined earlier.
 
He fulfilled her fantasy by ripping off the jacket, toeing off his shoes, and kicking them aside.
 
He bent to yank off his socks and toss them at her feet.

She watched and waited, eager to see all of him, her hands fisted at her sides as she fought the temptation to reach out and hurry him up.
 
In truth, she was enjoying his little act all too much as he leisurely undid the zipper of his pants and the long hard ridge of his erection poked out, all covered with tidy whitey.

She licked her lips at the thought of going down on him again.
 
Her nipples tightened into painfully sensitive nubs and between her legs, a world of wet and heat came alive.
 
She had to shift her legs as her clit throbbed with need as with a sexy little shimmy, he dragged the pants down his legs and tossed them aside.

Her impatience won out and she stepped closer and undid the first few studs on his shirt, fumbling with them in her eagerness.
 
He solved the problem for her by grabbing hold of his shirt and tearing it open, sending studs flying.
 
They landed with soft little pings on the hardwood floor.

He had on a t-shirt beneath the shirt and as he pulled off the tuxedo shirt, she reached beneath the hem of the soft cotton and drew that up and over his head as well, pausing along the way to trail her hands all over his sculpted muscles and the light smattering of hair across his chest and down his midsection.

His chest shoulders were broad and tapered into a lean waist.

He stood there patiently as she took her time exploring all of him before slipping her hands beneath the fabric of his briefs.
 
She slowly dragged them down and he stepped out of them as she rose to stand before him again.

“Tell me what you want, Jasmine,” he said, the tones of his voice low and slightly rough.

“I want to touch you.
 
Taste you.” She leaned forward and skimmed her lips across his chest.
 
Bent a little to put her mouth on his hard masculine nipple, lick it, and then give a playful bite.

“You taste . . . salty, but so good,” she said before covering his nipple again and sucking on it.
 
Against her belly, his dick jerked and she reached up and encircled him, drawing a low groan from him.
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“Do you like that, Tommy?”

“Fuck, yes, Jasmine.
 
I like that,” he said and as she stroked him, he groaned from deep in his throat again.

That sound made her insides clench on emptiness.
 
She didn't want to wait much longer to have him filling her.
 
Taking her with hard sure strokes.

She moaned at the thought and tightened her hold on his cock, drawing her hand up and down his long shaft.
 
“Undress me, Tommy.
 
Please.”

Her gaze dipped down to his large hands.
 
They shook as he carefully undid each of the buttons down the front of her dress until it hung loosely on her.
 
Uncertainty gripped her again as he swept his hands up and eased the dress off her body, until she realized that with the lights off, he'd be hard-pressed to see the start of the burn scars on her upper shoulder and arm.
 
Thankfully most of the damage was along her back and shoulder.

“You're so beautiful,” he said and gently cradled her waist as he bent and trailed a line of kisses along the upper swells of her breasts.
 
Beneath the nylon of her bra, her nipples grew almost painfully sensitive and she let go of his cock only long enough to get rid of her bra.

“Kiss me there, Tommy.”
 
She arched her back, pushing her belly against his erection and exposing her full breasts to his mouth.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed and licked and sucked on her nipples, shifting from one to the other while she held his head to her, urging him on with soft cries of pleasure.
 
As he took one nipple deep into his mouth and bit the tip gently, she reached down and guided him toward her center, but he softly urged, “Not yet, Jasmine.
 
Not yet, babe.
 
The night has only just begun and I want you to have it all.”

“Tommy
– ”
she began, but he cut her off with a rough kiss and the slide of his tongue into her mouth.

She accepted that penetration, tasting and dancing her tongue against his as he rotated and tweaked the tips of her breasts in his hands.
 
Each tug of his hands and thrust of his tongue drew her ever closer to a climax.
 
He must have sensed that since he dipped his hand beneath her panties and found the center of her, so wet and swollen and needy for his touch.

At the first bold sweep of his fingers along her clit and into her pussy, she almost came.
 
She fought it back, cried out his name against his lips, and tightened her hold on his dick.

“Tommy, please,” she nearly begged, but he shook his head and met her gaze.
 
His cocoa-brown eyes were even darker, his pupils wide with desire.
 
“I want to taste your climax.
 
Feel it against my mouth.
 
On my lips, Jasmine.
 
Then I want to fill you and feel you come all around me.
 
Can I do that?”

* * *

Tommy waited, nearly undone by her response, but he wanted her to be in control.
 
He hadn't thought himself ready to trust another woman again, yet Jasmine brought out that part of him that wanted to believe that he could.
 
That he could expose himself, emotionally and physically, and not be hurt again.

“Yes, Tommy.
 
I want that, too,” she said and stepped back until her knees hit the edge of the bed.

He urged her to sit and kneeled before her.
 
His hands shook as he peeled away the panties and exposed the darker caramel of her curls.
 
He kissed the soft skin at the side of one knee and then the other.
 
Then he trailed kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs until he was at her center.

Gently he parted her lips to expose the swollen pink nub of her clit.
 
He blew on it softly and she jumped in anticipation and cupped the back of his head, confirming her acceptance of his request.

He hadn't had time to look before, so he took his time to explore her, parting her soft curls to expose the swollen and flushed nub, and her dusky and moist lips.
 
“Beautiful,” he said and licked her clit, drawing a rough cry from her.

“So
so
alive,” he repeated as he buried his head against that sensitive spot and tasted her.
 
Sucked on the tender nub until she was lifting herself to his mouth and her needy whimpers filled his ears.
 
He drove his tongue into her pussy, relishing the salty juices of her release.
 
Against his mouth, the fast pulse of her need urged him on and he licked and bit her clit while shoving two fingers into her to stoke her climax.

She writhed against the bed and held his head to her, begging him for more until he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He cradled her legs and urged them around his waist as he rose and with one sure thrust, entered her pussy.
 
She was tight and wet and hot and the feel of her clenching around him nearly made him come right away, but he gritted his teeth and reined himself in.
 
He didn't want to rush the moment and stood there, watching her as her gaze skipped all across him before settling at the spot where they were joined.

“You make me feel so good, Tommy. So full,” she said softly and reached for him, trailing her fingers from his chest down to his hips.

Complete
, he thought.
 
She made him feel complete only he didn't know how that was possible.

Her inner muscles clenched around him and she arched her back, offering herself up in that age-old invitation he couldn't resist.

He bent and suckled her breasts, shifting from one to the other as he wriggled his hips and inched himself ever deeper.

She moaned long and
low,
and the sound vibrated between their bodies, driving him on.

He rose and said, “Touch your tits, Jasmine.
 
I want to see you play with them.
 
Make them hard little nibs I can suck some more.”

She didn't hesitate, bringing her hands to her breasts to tweak and pull on the tight nubs.
 
With each little pull, she tensed around him, caressing him until he could no longer just stay buried inside her.
 
He had to move.

As he pulled back, the slick friction of skin-to-skin nearly undid him, but somehow he held on and drove back in, yanking another soft moan of pleasure from her.

“I love that sound you make, babe.
 
I love the way you hold me inside you,” he said, sharing with her as he watched her play with her breasts.
 
A full flush worked over her body with his words and darkened her nipples to a peachy caramel and he had to taste.
 
Had to suck.

He did, pulling roughly with his mouth and earning another satisfied moan and the tightening of her body around him.

He pulled back and then slammed into her, moving her on the bed from the force of his thrusts.
 
To steady her, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and drove in again, delighting in the way her body accepted him.
 
Gripped him as he pleasured her pussy with sure strokes.

She arched her back higher and wriggled her hips against his, as if to work him ever deeper and he groaned, lost in the sensations buffeting him.

He was on the edge, his head thrown back as he bit his bottom lip when she rose up against him one more time and then shattered.
 
Her body arched high and inside, her pussy throbbed and pulsed while the wet of her release bathed him.

He had to finish it and with a few sharp powerful thrusts, his climax washed over him.

He cried out as he spilled himself deep inside her and the heat of it and of her bathed him.