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by Caridad Piñeiro


  “Jasmine, please,” he said as he dropped his fork and laid his hand on the tabletop.

  She leaned forward and whispered against the shell of his ear, “I want to please you, Tommy. I want you to come for me.”

  * * *

  Tommy gritted his teeth because he wanted to as well, but not like this. But the erotic press of her hand, stroking him and circling the sensitive head of his dick, was too hard to resist. He shifted closer to the table and to Jasmine, hiding her actions. Enjoying her caresses as he settled his gaze on hers and realized he wasn’t the only one getting off from her actions.

  Her eyes were wide and dark with desire and her breath hitched as he laid his hand on her thigh and inched it toward her center.

  “I need to use the ladies room. Would you mind showing me the way?” she said.

  He wanted to jump out of the chair and rush her back to the house, but knew he needed to keep some semblance of decorum. Her words might be code for “Let’s get the hell out of here and go somewhere where we can go fuck”, but the whole world didn’t need to know that.

  He rose slowly, and a little painfully, as the fabric of his pants nearly crushed his rock hard erection.

  Gallantly he offered her his arm and she rose and tucked her arm into his. With incredible restraint, they strolled across the lawn and terrace and into his family’s home, but as soon as they were inside, he said, “My room is on the second floor.”

  “I'll try to wait that long,” she said with a grin that promised not only pleasure, but fun.

  With a quick look around to make sure no one would see them, he led her to the grand staircase in the middle of his home and they almost raced up the stairs and down the hall for the wing where his room was located.

  They were breathless and laughing as they rushed into his room and slammed the door shut. He flipped a switch to turn on the light on his nightstand and would have led her to his bed, but she tugged him against her as she leaned against his door.

  “I'm done waiting,” she said and rose on tiptoes to kiss him, opening her mouth against his and moaning as he pressed his body to hers.

  “God, you feel good, Tommy,” she murmured and trailed her hand down his body to once again stroke and play with his cock.

  “You're killing me,” he teased and nibbled on her bottom lip playfully, dragging another grin to her lips.

  She dropped her other hand, unzipped him, and pulled both his briefs and pants down with one sure yank. He groaned as she stroked him with one hand while cupping his balls with the other.

  “Now, you're really killing me,” he said and leaned his forehead against hers to watch, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath soughing in and out roughly as her sure hands brought him closer and closer to the edge.

  When one strong stroke had him almost coming, she spread the first little bit of pre-cum all across his sensitive head. The groan that erupted from him vibrated his body and his balls tightened, readying for his release.

  “Jasmine, please finish me,” he pleaded, his knees weakening from the strength of his desire.

  “Touch yourself, Tommy. Show me what else you want,” she said huskily and brushed a kiss across his lips.

  He grabbed hold of his cock and jerked his hand up and down roughly and suddenly she was on her knees before him, licking the head of his dick. Urging him on with a sharp command. “I want you in my mouth, Tommy.”

  He slipped one hand behind her head and guided her to him while stroking himself again. As she surrounded the head of his cock with her lips and licked all around the edge, his body shook from the pleasure of her mouth, but he held back, wanting more from her. Wanting to give her more.

  As she pleasured him, sucking him in deep, he held his cock tightly and closed his eyes, fighting a release so strong, lights exploded across his eyelids. He wanted to be buried deep inside her, feeling her climax around him when he came.

  When one sure pull of her mouth nearly undid him, he opened his eyes and leaned down to slip one arm around her and urge her up. As she stood, a puzzled look on her face, he said, “I want to be inside you, Jasmine. I want you to come with me.”

  He skimmed her dress up to her waist and yanked her panties down. She helped him, shimmying the startling red fabric along those long beautiful legs and kicking away her panties.

  She spread her thighs and he stepped between them, but as he guided himself to her center, sanity returned long enough for him to say, “I'm safe, Jasmine. Are you – ”

  “It's been a while, but I'm safe and protected,” she said and an embarrassed flush worked across her cheeks.

  He trailed his fingers along that color. “It's okay. It's been a while for me, too,” he admitted, wanting her at ease. Wanting for her to experience the pleasure without any doubts or guilt.

  Because of that, he slowed the breakneck pace that had driven them here. He bent his head and kissed her, a slow and leisurely kiss that brought them back from that frantic edge they'd been on moments earlier. The kiss went on and on, lazily building again until she was trembling and he sensed it was time.

  He eased his hand between her thighs. She was so damp and hot, her clit swollen and tight as he swept his fingers across her. She released a shaky breath and said, “Now, Tommy. Please. I want you inside me.”

  He didn't need to hear it twice.

  He guided himself to her center and drove in with one sure stroke, then held still, savoring the wet and tightness of her pussy as it surrounded him. He cupped her buttocks to hold her still because he was sure that with the slightest movement, he'd lose it. Being inside her was so amazing.

  “Tommy,” she said again and cupped the back of his head. Urged him to meet her gaze.

  “You feel so damn good, Jasmine. So good,” he said.

  “How good, Tommy? Tell me how good.”

  * * *

  His big body shuddered against hers and inside, his cock jumped and swelled. It would only take a little more and she'd come. Already her release was making her insides quiver and she needed to move against him soon. Have him stroke hard to send her over the edge, but she wanted more from him.

  She didn't know why, she just did. “Please, Tommy. Tell me.”

  His warm breath exploded against her face as he said, “You're so fucking tight. And wet. And you feel so good around me. Against me. Fuck, your body is perfect.”

  Just like his was. In her mind she pictured what he'd look like naked, all hard muscle and smooth skin with just the right smattering of hair like the happy trail she'd caught a glimpse of as she'd undone his pants. Only his being naked required her being naked with him and that just wasn't going to happen because her body was far from perfect. It was damaged and ugly.

  “Don't pull away, Jasmine. Not now. Not when this is so good between us,” he urged and she hadn't even realized that she had left him, emotionally if not also physically.

  “You don't understand,” she said and looked up to search his features, expecting anger and frustration. Surprise filled her that what greeted her was understanding and caring.

  “I do, babe. I do understand and I'm still here. I'm ready to give you whatever you need,” he said, his voice rough with emotion and restraint.

  What she needed? she thought for a millisecond before blurting out, “I need you. I need you to help me forget.”

  “I'm here, Jasmine. I'm here for you,” he said and finally shifted his hips, drawing out slowly before returning with a powerful thrust of his hips that reawakened desire. Another strong stroke had her whimpering as her insides clenched and another curl of pleasure wound through her, driving away thoughts of anything but this big beautiful man buried between her legs, bringing her such intense pleasure.

  “That's it, Jasmine. Let go,” he whispered against the side of her face.

  Her body was shaking, knees going loose as another strong surge of his hips dragged her to the edge.

  He slipped his big hands down to her thighs and held her, offering s
upport as he swept them up to cup her buttocks and hold her steady. He drove into her again and she cried out from the pleasure swamping her senses.

  Just a little more. Just a little more, she thought and a moment later, he skimmed one hand around and found her clit with his thumb. Stroked her as he shoved in again and her climax exploded through her.

  She cried out his name and dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on tightly. Her entire body on fire and shaking with her release.

  He waited, his dick still hard inside her. He rested his forehead against hers and softly said, “I could stay inside you forever.”

  “God, I wish you could,” she said, almost with a moan. He filled her so well and so completely. With him inside, she felt connected to something for the first time in like forever.

  “I wish, too, babe, only I think my balls might fall off,” he teased and grinned.

  Even with the remnants of her release humming through her and satisfaction filling her, she knew they weren't done just yet. And she knew what she had to do to keep alive the joy and light that was so much a part of him.

  She reached between them and cupped his balls. At his groan, she said, “They feel just fine to me, Tommy. Maybe they just need a little attention.”

  Over and over she rolled them in her hands and then found a sensitive spot, judging from the way his body shook and he said, “I can't hold back anymore.”

  She brushed her lips across his and said, “Then don't. Love me, Tommy. Let go.”

  He did, wrapping his arms around her waist as he drove his hips in and out, his motions growing faster and rougher as he pushed them toward the edge again.

  She hadn't thought it possible, but this climax punched through her with even greater force, making her knees like liquid and curling her toes. She called out his name and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissed his face as he drove in one last time and shouted her name.

  They stood there for long moments, breathless and shaking. Sweating despite the chill of the air conditioning in the room.

  As calm returned, the noises from the party outside filtered into the room, a reminder of where they were and what they were supposed to be doing.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, his concerned gaze skipping over her features.

  “Better than okay, Tommy,” she said, inched up on tiptoes and tangled her hand in his hair to keep him close as she danced her lips across his. “So much better than okay,” she repeated, sensing his continued worry.

  As she eased back, he pulled out of her, and jerked his head toward one side of the room. “The bathroom is over there, so you can . . . you know . . .”

  “Get straightened up,” she finished for him, scooped up her panties from the floor, and slipped away to freshen up and get herself in order again.

  As she stood before the mirror, she almost didn't recognize the woman staring back at her. Her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses and healthy color brightened her cheeks. His evening beard had left a slight rash of pink along one side of her face and her hair was sexily tousled.

  She looked alive, but more importantly, she felt alive.

  She hadn't felt like that in a very long time.

  But the logical part of her warned that what she had just done was crazy and thoughtless and could only bring her a world of misery.

  She was damaged goods in more ways than one and once Tommy saw her real self, he'd be gone. It wasn't just the scars on her body, it was the nightmares that came at unexpected times, day or night, and made her almost an animal from the fear.

  Driving away the thoughts robbing her of the happiness she'd been experiencing just moments earlier, she yanked her panties back on, smoothed her dress down, and did what she could to finger brush her hair and cool the heat on her face.

  When she exited the bathroom, Tommy was walking back into his room. “I borrowed Nickie's bathroom,” he explained and strolled toward her.

  “You each have your own bathroom?” In her small apartment, four of them and assorted cousins who seemed to always be visiting shared one very cramped and barely functional lavatory.

  “My dad has a thing about bathrooms,” Tommy said with a grin. “Don't ever interrupt him when he's in his reading room.”

  She wasn't going to spend enough time with him to have to remember that, which sucked yet a little bit more happiness out of her.

  Tommy cupped her jaw and tenderly pressed for her to meet his gaze. “What's up, Jasmine?” he asked, all hints of playfulness gone.

  “Nothing, Tommy,” she lied. “We just need to get back before people notice we've been gone all this time.”

  She had no doubt that he understood it was about way more than that, but thankfully he didn't push. He took hold of her hand and twined his fingers with hers, his touch comforting.

  At the door, he checked to see if anyone was around before they left his room and walked back toward the wedding reception.

  There were fewer guests than there had been before, but the party was still going strong. On the flagstone terrace, long tables were covered with pastries for a Venetian hour, complete with a barista making fancy coffee drinks for the guests.

  “I hear your sweet tooth calling,” Tommy said as they stepped out onto the terrace.

  “Don't you want any?” she asked.

  “This is going to sound totally corny, but I'm not sure anything could be as sweet as you,” he said and she shot him a playful nudge.

  “That is so totally corny, de Salvo,” she said, but it still kind of made her feel special to hear it.

  “I see Jase looking this way and he doesn't seem too happy. Do you mind getting us some goodies while I try to find out what's up and fulfill my best man duties?”

  “Not at all. I'll meet you back at the table,” she said and watched him hurry in Jase's direction.

  He was right that Jase didn't look all too pleased.

  She only hoped she wasn't the reason for that upset.

  Chapter 6

  Tommy hurried over to where Jase and Nickie sat at the head table. Nickie’s head was tucked close to Jase’s and his friend, and now brother-in-law, smiled at something his sister Nickie said, but as soon as he looked his way, the smile faded.

  He had no doubt what was bothering Jase.

  He went straight up to them, hugged Nickie tightly before swinging a chair around from a neighboring table to sit by Jase. “What’s up, dude?”

  “I should be asking you that, Tommy. Doc’s not someone to be played with,” Jase warned in tones low enough for only Tommy to hear.

  He clapped Jase on the back and whispered, “Not playing, Jase. Jasmine is a really special lady.”

  “Remember that,” Jase pushed back, a little louder, which drew Nickie’s attention.

  “Remember what?” she asked, a tired smile on her face. The day was already long and she’d been up early to get ready for the wedding. Even with a sleepy-eyed droop, she still looked beautiful, but more importantly, radiantly happy.

  “The day you, me, and Jase went skinny dipping when we were kids and dad caught us. Tanned my behind for egging you to do it with us,” he said.

  “And grounded us for a month in the middle of the summer. I think I must have read two dozen books that month,” Nickie said with a laugh and a look at Jase that said there was something private there between them. Something not for him.

  “Rough life reading romances, Nickie,” Jase teased back and then glanced toward the table with the parents. “My dad was major league pissed. Took me to work with him every day and worked me until I was so tired that the only thing I could think about was falling into bed. Told me that’s what life would be like if I screwed up and did stupid things like that.”

  “But you didn’t screw up and look at you now, all married man,” Tommy kidded.

  “Yeah, don’t screw up, Tommy. Seriously man. Don’t do it,” Jase said and his sister surprised him by jumping into the conversation, totally aware of what was up despite their ear
lier efforts to hide their discussion.

  “Don’t play around with her, Tommy. She seems like the serious type.”

  “And not my type at all? Maybe it’s time for me to pick a better kind of woman,” he shot back.

  They shared a quick glance and then faced him, features serious. “Maybe it is, Tommy. Doc wouldn’t be such a bad choice, but you need to go slow with her.”

  Heat flooded his features at the memory of how he hadn’t gone slow with her all night, but he nodded and said, “I won’t screw this up.”

  He pushed away from them and headed toward their table, but Jasmine wasn’t there yet. As he searched the dwindling crowd for her, he realized she was still up on the flagstone terrace, talking to one of the other Marines.

  Jealousy flooded him as the man cradled her cheek, leaned close, and kissed the side of her face.

  * * *

  “I’m okay,” Jasmine said and Trevor smiled sadly, bent, and brushed his lips across her cheek.

  When he stepped back, he said, “I’m glad, Doc. We were all so worried about you and wondering how you’ve been doing since you haven’t answered any of our e-mails or phone calls.”

  She shrugged and looked away from him. With a heavy sigh, she said, “I just needed a little time to think about things. Decide what to do.”

  “Did you think we'd talk you out of shore duty? We only want what’s best for you,” Trevor said.

  “I know. But I feel guilty leaving you all,” she confessed and shook her head. “I’m still wondering if I shouldn’t go back.”

  “For a few months? That makes no sense, Doc. You made the right decision about that.”

  She nodded and caught sight of Tommy marching toward them, his normally smiling lips set in a grim line. Trevor tracked her gaze and as he saw the other man, he frowned and said, “I hope you’re making the right decision about him, Doc. He’s not like us.”

  No, he wasn’t, Jasmine thought. And maybe that’s just what she needed right for tonight.

  “I’m okay with him, Trevor. I like him.”

  Trevor snared her gaze with his. “You don’t know him, Doc. Maybe all he wants is a one night stand.”

 

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