Page 55 of Rescuing Brinley

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?”