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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?”
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    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