Page 2 of Dina's Favorite Mistake

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice muffled by his position between her legs.

“I’m going to fall,” she corrected, torn between amusement and exasperation. The flamingo-like posture was hell on her standing leg, especially with the height and angle of her fuck-me pumps.

“Well, we can’t have that.” He pressed ticklish kisses to her inner thighs and then rose to his full height behind her. He effortlessly picked her up, cradling her safely in his arms, and carried her to the bed. She made good use of her new position to kiss him, relishing the intimacy and closeness.

He pounced the moment she was on the bed. His much larger body covered hers, sending a delicious thrill right through her. She plucked at the buttons lining the front of his shirt and greedily ran her hands over his hot skin as soon as he was bare. She eyed the tattoos revealed as he shrugged out of the shirt. A fish dangling from a line above a clutch of bluebonnets. The work was beautiful, but she couldn’t make sense of it. Maybe he liked to fish?

The tattoo was quickly forgotten as Steve grasped the backs of her thighs, shoved her knees toward her chest and brought his mouth back between her legs. It took him a few seconds to find the right rhythm, the right pressure, but once he did, she rewarded him with an arched back and cry of passion. He groaned against her, and the vibrations sent her hurtling over the edge.

She clawed at his forearms and rode out the waves of her climax. He was so, so good at this, and she didn’t want him tostop. Not that she needed to ask. He seemed to intuit she wanted more from him. With a slight shift, he pressed her thighs wider apart and changed the angle of attack from his mouth. She saw stars again, this time screaming with unadulterated joy.

When he finally dragged his mouth away, she sat up and reached for him. She dragged him on top of her, reveling in the heat and weight of him pressing down on top of her. But wanting her chance to be the aggressor, she wrapped her thighs around his waist and shoved on his shoulders. “On your back.”

He laughed and rolled into position, taking her with him. She straddled his thighs and pulled off her dress, tossing it carelessly aside. She attacked his clothing, yanking at his belt and jeans while he toed off his boots. Her bra was the last thing to go, and he groaned appreciatively at her naked body.

“Darlin’, look at you,” he said hungrily.

“I’m just getting started,” she said breathily. He’d awoken a feral need inside her, stoked the fire of her lust and left her raging with desire. He gripped her waist and inhaled sharply as she stroked his shaft. Thick, hard and hot, he filled her hand. She enjoyed the way his body twitched as she touched him and couldn’t give up the chance to taste him.

He swore as she licked the head of his cock and damn near bucked her off the bed when she swallowed almost all of him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, lifting it out of her way. His legs flexed beneath her, and she could tell he was fighting against the urge to thrust into her mouth. She used her hand to add to the stimulation, making him growl with each downstroke.

“Enough,” he begged. “I want inside you.”

She eased off his cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Do you have a condom?”

He grimaced. “No. I wasn’t planning on this.”

“Hold on.” She climbed off the bed and strutted back toward the door where she’d dropped her clutch. She put a little extraswing into her hips as she moved, wanting to tease him and keep him interested. She crouched down, grabbed her clutch and removed one of the condoms she’d tucked inside before leaving her hotel suite.

“I like a woman in control and prepared,” Steve drawled in that sexy Texan accent. “Should I be flattered that you picked me tonight?”

“Yes,” she answered matter-of-factly before tossing the condom at him and crawling back onto the bed.

Steve laughed at her candid reply and made quick work of rolling on the condom. She shifted atop his lap, lining up their bodies before sinking down onto his cock. She was so wet he glided in effortlessly, and she moaned at the delicious stretch. He filled her perfectly, and she bit her lower lip at the sensation.

Steve caressed her body with slow, sensual movements. He mapped out her curves his big, rough hands, and she shivered under his affectionate touch. He wasn’t in any hurry, and he let her set the pace, rocking slowly back and forth in a way that pleased her most.

He sat up, wrapping one arm around her waist and letting the other brace her back. He tangled a hand in her hair, holding the back of her head, and kissed her until she was breathless and trembling. The man had the most skilled mouth she’d ever experienced. He was effortlessly erotic.

Although she enjoyed being on top, she craved more from him. “Take me from behind?”

“Whatever you want,” he eagerly promised. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

She was used to men trying to be the dominant one with her. It was refreshing and exciting to have a such a big, strong man willingly following her lead.

Maybe I’ve been chasing the wrong type of man this whole time.

Once she was on her knees, Steve kissed his way down her back while petting her bottom and thighs. When he finally thrust inside her, she cried out with pleasure and pressed back against him, desperate for more. He gave her what she wanted.

Hard. Fast. Wild. Wicked.

When he grabbed a fistful of her hair, angling her head back, she clenched around him, squeezing his shaft and making him growl behind her. She felt that first fluttery warning of orgasm and reached between her legs to touch herself. With her fingers and his thrusts, she climaxed so quickly that it shocked her.

And it was good. So good. Leaving her lightheaded and shaking and gasping for air.

Steve drove her down into the bed, pressing her flat onto her belly. She lifted her ass just a bit, giving him a deeper angle, and he latched onto the side of her neck, kissing and biting while thrusting slow. She felt on the verge of some kind of wonderfully wild new experience. Her body thrummed with post-orgasmic bliss, and she was so sensitive that each time he thrust, she felt like she was coming all over again.

Steve moved a bit faster, a little shallower, and she lifted her hips higher, changing the angle ever so slightly. He was rubbing against a spot inside her she’d never been able to find, and it was driving her insane. “Please don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.”

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