Page 57 of Rescuing Brinley

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.

“I think you can. One more. I want to make sure you’re soaked and as relaxed as you can be to take me. As you pointed out, I’m not a small man. Please?”

Shit. How could she resist when he asked so nicely? And seriously, if the man wanted to give her another round of the same incredible pleasure she’d just felt, why the hell would she say no?

She gave him a shy nod.

“Brave as hell. Close your eyes and feel, Brin. I’ve got you.”

He had her.

Yes, he did.

Brinley did as requested and closed her eyes. The lack of sight seemed to heighten her other senses. His fingers moved in and out of her once more, still slow and steady, but this time instead of his mouth on her clit, she felt his other hand rest heavily on her lower belly before what she assumed was his thumb began stroking her clit. He started out light and easy before putting more and more pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She couldn’t keep her moans from escaping. This felt…so much more intense than anything she’d ever experienced. She could hear the sound of his fingers moving in and out of her soaking-wet body, could smell her own arousal.

She felt him move, and her eyes opened. He was on his knees now, his gaze fixed between her legs. He looked intense, and his entire upper chest was flushed.

She’d done that. Ugly Brinley Deaton.

She felt proud and immensely turned on at the same time.

Looking down, she saw his cock more clearly now, hard and thick and pointed straight at her. It looked angry, and kind of scary if she was being honest. As he moved his hand, pumping his fingers in and out of her folds, his cock jerked with the motion.

“Gonna add one more finger. You can take me, Brin. Let me in.”

In response, she opened her legs wider, planting the soles of her feet flat on the mattress.

His gaze moved up to hers then, and she could see the pride and her own lust reflected back at her. Brinley felt like a different person at that moment. Seeing firsthand how much pleasure Dash was deriving from this was life-altering. He wasn’t in bed with her because he had to be. He wasn’t doing everything in his power to give her an orgasm because it was what was expected of him. He was doing it because he wanted to. Because he was enjoying giving her pleasure. And she wanted to return that to him tenfold.

She held his gaze as her body raced toward the pinnacle of pleasure once more. It felt even more intimate to look into his eyes as he made her come.

Her body locked up tight, then shook as an intense orgasm raced through her. Dash groaned but didn’t break eye contact. He leaned over and kissed her even as she was in the throes of coming.

It was a hard kiss. Carnal. Desperate. Passionate. And Brinley had never experienced anything like it.

When he lifted his head, she gasped, “Now, Dash! I need you. Please!”

* * *

Shadow was two seconds away from bursting. Pleasuring Brinley was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. She oozed sexuality, and he couldn’t shake the thought that he was the first—and last, if he had his way—person to ever see her like this. Her hair was messy as it lay around her head on his pillow. Her legs were spread, making room for him, the air was full of her musky scent, and she’d gripped his fingers so tightly as she came that he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t strangle his cock once he got inside her.

And the trust in her eyes had him harder than he could ever remember being. His cock was leaking precome nonstop, and all it would take is a couple strokes and he’d be spilling his load.

It was her words that moved him the most though.

I need you.

Shadow was good at what he did. His team needed him to lead. His country needed his skills. But no one had ever needed him as desperately as Brinley in that moment.