Page 38 of Beach B!tch
Esa leaned forward. "Please don't forget about the restraining order either. When I had my crazy ex-boyfriend after me, you know I had to get law enforcement involved too. Having a sense of control, or at least knowing other people have your back in this matter, makes a huge amount of difference."
I nodded at her too, considering her advice. "I remember, thank you, Esa."
Dean leaned around me, his head resting on my shoulder. "Okay, so I'll be with Brinley for the most part. I'll call you all for back up when I'm at work and can't be with her. As for the restraining order, I'll arrange for Jack to talk to Brinley when he gets back to me. We'll get his advice on it. But right now? I gotta take a shower and Shasta needs clothes."
Everyone laughed, even Shasta, though she wasn't embarrassed in the slightest with her lack of clothing.
Deanhadnoticed.
Dean
The girls all filed out, and I locked the door behind them.
I spun around and found Brinley standing right behind me, the silence echoing through her apartment, charged with nervous energy.
She'd had a rough night, more so than me. No matter how badly I wanted to strip those clothes off her and carry her to bed, I knew she needed breakfast, a shower, and some relaxation to take her mind off things.
I took a step closer to her, her breasts now brushing up against my chest as her breathing picked up. Damn, this girl was pure temptation. She was hot without knowing it which made her even more irresistible.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek, tilting her head back so I could kiss the dark bruises under each eye. "Let's get you in the shower while I make us some breakfast, huh?" My voice came out strangled, but it was all I could do to pull myself back and remember what she needed most.
"Will you be joining me?" she asked in that innocent, high-pitched voice that killed me normally, let alone when she was asking me to see her wet and naked for the first time.
I pulled her hips into mine, grinding my cock into her belly, letting her feel what she did to me. "I want to join you more than I want to breathe right now. But I want the first time I see your beautiful body to be a day when you're well rested and I can have a free conscience. I plan to keep you busy for hours, baby. You're gonna need your strength for that. And I will need your entire focus, for what I have planned for you."
"Mmmm..." Brinley was moaning softly against my ear as she ground her hips into mine. Her hand wrapped around my waist and came down to grab my ass, squeezing as she lifted a leg to give me better access.
"Do you trust me, Brin?" I whispered hoarsely. She was killing me.
"Mmhmm. I do," she whispered back, too busy grinding on me to pay much attention.
"Then hop up." I reached down to grab hold of her thighs, urging her to jump up so I could hold her. She hesitated only a moment before leaping up with a squeal. I caught her and paused to enjoy the feel of her long legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted to make her feel good. I could at least give her that for now.
Then Brinley was grabbing my hair and fusing her mouth onto mine, flooding my whole body with sensations that shut my brain off. I had to have more of her, taste more, touch more. I stumbled forward, bumping into the corner of the wall, then teetering to the right through the doorway. I felt her kitchen table hit my thighs, stopping my staggering. Without thinking, I dropped her down to sit on the edge of the tabletop, glancing quickly behind her at its contents. I thanked my lucky stars for her cleanliness, and therefore, the clear table surface. I laid a hand on her chest, gently pushing her down on the table, her legs still wrapped around my waist. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her underwear, and then yanked them apart, ripping them off her.
Brin's eyes widened in shock, then she burst out laughing. I tossed the scraps behind me and knelt down between her thighs, my face now even with her folds. I reached out one finger and felt how wet she already was. Her laughter stopped with a gasp.
I kissed the tender skin of one thigh, then the other. I moved back to her mound, intrigued to find she was almost entirely clean shaven except for one thin strip of light hair down the center. Her panting above me turned me on even more. I lowered down a couple inches and buried my face in her pussy, inhaling her scent, letting it brand me, knowing I'd come to crave it.
The animalistic side of me wanted her scent all over me. My tongue darted out and licked one long stroke, tasting her, whetting my appetite for more. I had to have more.
Her hands reached down and grabbed onto my hair again, pulling it just on the edge of pain. Her feet perched on my shoulders, and from between her legs, I couldn't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be.
My finger found its way back to her center, entering her quickly, earning me a long groan of appreciation. My tongue flicked her clit before slowing down to lick her fully. I alternated tempos, enjoying her moans and pants. Then her thighs tightened on either side of my head, indicating she was close. I inserted a second finger, curving my fingers toward her front wall, circling my tongue on her clit, focused on bringing her to orgasm.
I had to see her surrendered to her pleasure.
My beautiful girl shrieked and bucked her hips, almost dislodging me from her. I continued my ministrations for a second more, then lifted my head to see her face. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open, moaning my name over and over. Her skin was glowing, as if I'd helped give her back her spark that had gone missing after her father's visit last night.
I knew then I'd remember this moment forever. She was always so focused on using her body solely as a tool for her sport and her career. To see her use it now just for her own pleasure, and the fact that I'd been the one to give her that pleasure, was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
I looked down to my hand, still buried inside her, her moisture shining on my skin. My knees nearly buckled at the sight of her sprawled beneath me. I worshiped this woman and would kneel at her altar every day, if she'd let me.
I withdrew my hand, feeling her small tremors. I leaned down and kissed her, seeing her blink her dazed eyes open.
"Ready for that shower?" I whispered.
Brinley
