Page 95 of Brage & Dinah

Removing his pistol, he undid his belt. "Clothes, babe."

She unbuttoned her shirt. He took in each inch of skin she bared for him as he sat down and removed his boots.

"You're a beautiful woman," he said, huskily.

Her young body—younger than they'd originally believed, had smooth curves of perfection that when she moved, it was like music flowing through him.

She owned her sexuality, her confidence, and walked toward him naked as the day she was born.

He stood and dropped his jeans, stepping out of the denim. Hooking her neck, he brought her against him. His cock pulsed to hardness at the warmth of her body. He trailed his hands from her waist, over her hips, and squeezed her ass. She was the best thing he'd ever seen or touched in his life, and he was an idiot to believe that first night that he could walk away after one time with her.

"I'm never going to let you go." He walked her to the bed. "You can run. You can hide. And I'll find you and bring you back. Every. Fucking. Time."

He lowered her to the bed and situated himself between her legs. She stroked his face. The love in her eyes settled in him, making his cock bigger.

"That sounds a lot like you're going to kidnap me again." Her mouth teased him. "I might be up for that if you're going to be stuck in the room with me."

"Mhm." He stretched his arm and plucked a condom off the nightstand.

Kneeling on the bed, he rolled the protection on and settled back down between her legs. He hadn't even knocked off the road dust from the ride.

"I'm going to get you dirty." He slipped his cock into her and exhaled loudly at the pressure of her tightness settling around him.

"It won't be the first time," she murmured, closing her eyes and arching her neck. "God, that feels so good."

She purred underneath him. He pushed up onto his hands, stroking her with his hardness.

Her breasts bounced with each plunge. Hypnotized by her body's rhythm, dictated by him, he moved faster, thrusting and withdrawing.

Dinah gasped, opening her eyes. Her arms went above her head, giving herself to him fully. Her pussy spasmed around him and he dug his toes into the comforter, giving her more of him, harder and deeper.

She wrapped her legs around his lower back, lifting her bottom half off the bed. His movements pushed her, and she swung back even harder.

"Fuck," he mumbled as pleasure wrapped around his balls.

In, out. Her pussy banged against him as she swung like a pendulum attached to him.

"Brage." She grunted at the impact. "Oh. God."

"Ja." His precise movements drove her wild. He could feel her.

He was right there with her. On the edge. Feeling good.

Leaning his weight on one hand, he cupped her breast without losing a beat. Her hard nipple warmed the middle of his palm.

She grabbed for him, slapping at his chest, his shoulders, and finding his face. "Yes."

Her body convulsed with her orgasm. Her legs tightened around him. Pleasure ran down his spine, between his legs, and he plunged into her fully and ground against her as he shot his load.

His breath came out in a heated rush. Euphoria settled in him.

Going down on his elbows, he let his head nestle against her neck. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch her breath.

"You amaze me," she whispered.

"Mhm." He kissed the sensitive part of her skin underneath her ear.

He'd planned tonight to be special. Rode hard all the way home on I-5 and couldn't wait to get back to her.

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