Chapter 11 #2
Wanting this man more than she could put into words, Brinley shrugged her shoulders—and then she was standing in front of him in nothing but her bra and underwear.
She thought she’d feel extremely nervous when she got naked in front of him for the first time, but instead she felt…cherished. The look in his eyes was a mixture of lust and reverence.
Reaching behind her back, she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor with her dress.
For a moment, Dash didn’t move. Heck, she didn’t think he was even breathing.
But the next thing she knew, she was lying on her back on the bed with Dash hovering over her, with his pants unbuttoned and unzipped.
His intense gaze was fixed on her chest, and when he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, she could only arch into his touch and moan.
“Fuck. These freckles,” he groaned, between nips and sucks. “They’re driving me crazy. So sexy. So lickable.”
The feel of his tongue on her body made Brinley shiver. All her life, she’d hated her freckles. Hated how they looked. But within seconds, this man had made her change her opinion.
He spent what seemed like hours licking from one spot to the next, tracing patterns with his fingers and tongue, working all the way down her body. She felt like a pile of goo when he finally lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
He chuckled. “You’ve even got freckles on your feet. I fucking love it!”
He kissed the tops of her feet before moving slowly back up her body.
Thank goodness he didn’t want to suck her toes because…
ick. But Brinley forgot about her feet when Dash reached the junction of her thighs.
He lay down between her legs, forcing her to widen them to give him room. His head hovered above her crotch.
She felt a little weird about the position but didn’t say or do anything that would stop him from doing whatever he wanted.
“I can smell your desire. That’s so hot, Brin. Can I touch you?”
Him asking for her consent every step of the way was sweet. And something she wasn’t surprised he’d do. It was his way of checking in with her. Making sure she was still onboard with what they were doing. She nodded, because her mouth suddenly felt too dry to speak.
His fingers brushed lightly over her panties.
“I’m guessing your hair here is also red. But is it the same shade as what’s on your head? Or is it darker? Do you have freckles on your pussy lips?”
Brinley didn’t think he actually expected an answer, figured he was talking more to himself than to her, so she didn’t respond, simply lay there and watched as he ran his fingers over her panties.
Then he looked up, meeting her gaze, as one finger pulled the material out of the way and caressed her bare skin.
She jerked as she felt the touch of a man between her legs for the first time.
“Damn, Brin. You’re soaked. You feel amazing. Soft and wet and hot. I want to see. Talk to me. How’re you doing? Is this okay?”
She licked her lips and said the one word that was repeating in her mind over and over.
“More. I want more.”
The sexy grin that lit up his face was so hot. And it made Brinley even more eager.
Dash sat up on his knees. “Lift.”
She did as he ordered and lifted her hips. He slowly pulled her panties down her legs and threw them off the side of the bed. But he didn’t immediately lower himself over her again. Instead, he held eye contact with her as he shoved his jeans down, taking his underwear with them.
Brin had a split second to see a cock that in no way would ever fit inside her, before he lay back down, taking up the same position he’d been in before.
Except this time it felt a hundred times more intimate, as they were both nude.
And she felt more exposed and vulnerable than she’d ever been in her life.
“Talk to me. What’s going through that head of yours?”
“You aren’t going to fit.” She hadn’t meant to blurt that out. Felt like the silly, scared little virgin that he probably thought she was.
Dash smirked. “I’ll fit. I promise. You’re going to be so wet for me, it’s not going to be an issue.”
“What if I’m no good at this?” She couldn’t stop saying all the things in her head! Yet again, Brinley immediately regretted voicing her fears.
Dash moved then, crawling up her body until he was hovering over her, face-to-face.
“I have no doubt whatsoever that you’re going to be as amazing at sex as you are at everything else you do, Brin. Just do what feels right. What feels good. I guarantee that whatever happens in the next hour will knock my socks off.”
“Hour?”
His smile grew. “Oh yeah. At least. I’m making this last. You’ll never get another first time, and I’ll never get another first time with you.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t. You can’t. You’re already the best woman I’ve ever slept with because you’re in here.” He patted his chest, over his heart.
Brin instantly felt herself relaxing. She nodded. Still overwhelmed, but not as freaked out as she was a moment ago.
“You want to continue?”
“Yes. Please.”
“So polite,” he teased, before leaning down and kissing her briefly before moving back down her body to settle between her legs once more.
His fingers brushed through her pubic hair, and he grinned. “It’s the same color as the hair on your head.”
Brin huffed out a breath. “It’s weird.”
“No, it fucking is not,” Dash said sternly. “It’s gorgeous. Bright and beautiful. And I can’t wait to see my dark hair meshed with all this red. I’m going to touch you now, sweetheart.”
She didn’t have time to speak before she felt his thumb brushing through her folds up to her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily as he pressed on the very sensitive bundle of nerves.
“That’s it. Damn, woman. You’re so responsive. This is going to be fun.”
Brinley could barely breathe as Dash caressed her with his fingers. She’d masturbated, of course she had, but her own fingers had never felt like this. She wasn’t sure what the difference was, but Dash’s touch was way more intense.
She should’ve seen it coming, but when he lowered his head and licked her, Brinley was shocked breathless.
Oral sex was something she’d seen in a few videos online, which she watched when she assumed she’d never experience something like that for herself. But here she was, Brinley Deaton, lying butt-ass naked in a man’s bed, clutching said man’s hair as he moaned and sucked at her most private places.
It was a freaking miracle, and she couldn’t keep the smile from her face.
No wonder women liked this. It felt amazing.
“You. Taste. Like. Heaven,” Dash said between licks. “Musky, salty, and all fucking mine. I’m going to ruin you for any other man so you’ll never want to leave me.”
Brinley could’ve said with complete honesty that she had no desire to be with anyone else. That she was already ruined, but it was taking all her concentration just to breathe.
Her ability to get oxygen into her lungs was further hampered when he eased one finger inside her as he sucked her clit. She inhaled sharply and tried to close her legs. But with Dash lying between her thighs as he was, her actions were ineffective.
“Easy, Brin. You’re okay. You’re so wet and slippery. So hot and tight. You’re going to strangle my cock when I get in here.”
He kept up a litany of words, which were both sweet and dirty at the same time. It didn’t take long for her to get used to the feel of his finger, and even less time for it to feel…inadequate somehow.
She tightened her inner muscles and that felt better, but it still wasn’t enough.
“I felt that. Fuck, Brin, you’re so sexy. I’m going to make you come now. Hang on.”
Brinley had the thought that it was somewhat conceited for him to think that just because he said so, she would orgasm.
She didn’t call him out on it because she was feeling too good right about now, but it usually took her quite a while to come when she was masturbating.
So she had a feeling it wouldn’t be as easy as he was hoping to throw her over the edge.
Still, she was willing to let him give it his best shot.
Clearly she’d underestimated the man between her legs and his tongue skills. His finger moved in and out of her, slow and easy, as he lowered his head and lapped at her clit, hard and fast.
Brinley jerked her hips, the pressure inside her suddenly too much, and she tried to pull away from him. But there was nowhere to go. His tongue was relentless. Attacking her clit as if his life depended on it.
It felt good but kind of painful at the same time. A good pain though.
“Dash!”
Her fingers tightened in his hair, wanting to pull him away and hold him in place at the same time. She felt her orgasm rising fast within her. It was almost scary, but exciting too.
He added another finger, and even the small pinch of pain felt good somehow. Brinley had no idea if this was normal or not, but she trusted Dash.
Her orgasm took her by complete surprise. One second she was processing the feel of Dash’s fingers inside her body, and the next, every muscle tensed and she felt like she was falling. Everything tingled, and Brinley actually thought she blacked out for a moment.
When she was cognizant of her surroundings again, she realized that Dash hadn’t moved. He was still lying between her legs, his fingers were still inside her body, but he was smiling up at her. She could see his facial hair glistening with her juices, and she blushed at the sight.
“I’ll never, ever get tired of that. Of your blushes.
I suspected, but didn’t have confirmation until just now, that they go all the way down your body.
Thank you for the gift of your orgasm. The first of many we’ll have together.
You should know something about me, Brin.
I’m a greedy man. I want another. Right now.
I want to feel you gripping my fingers so tight, it feels as if they’ll be stuck inside you forever.
I want to feel your entire body shaking from pleasure. ”
“I can’t,” she whispered.