Page 35 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“I’ve never… I’ve never been tied up before.” Intrigue colored her voice, but I could sense her apprehension. “Is that something you like to do?”
Lifting a leg, I placed my knee onto the bed while keeping my stare trained on hers.
“Never done it before, but I’ve fantasized about it. Fantasized about havin’ a woman at my mercy with her arms and legs pulled taut, but I was waiting for the perfect little brat to come along to do it with.”
Her breath escaped her in one long swoosh.
I couldn’t stop my mouth from tilting as I removed the hand from my cock and climbed the rest of the way onto her bed.
“What do you say? Will you let me tie you up, darlin’?” I drawled, purposefully dropping an octave, hoping to persuade her decision.
Then as I inched my way up her legs, I brushed my fingers along the hem of her pajama bottoms, seeking a glimmer of permission in her stare before I dared to remove them. Then just as quickly as my gaze had met hers, she was subtly lifting her hips in approval.
Fuck yes.
Eagerly, I yanked off all the fabric covering her lower half, revealing her pretty little pussy that glowed under the luminescence of her bedroom. Still slightly moistened from her orgasm, it took all the strength in me to not dive headfirst into her sweetness.
I could smell her arousal lingering in the air.
I could practically see her intoxicating scent wafting around me, as if seeking out all my senses as a ploy to entice me.
And fuck, it was working.
My cock now as hard and stiff as a brick, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing it into the mattress. I needed some sort of friction, something to hold me over as I lined my face up to her glistening cunt.
“Need a taste of you first.” I hooked my arms under her thighs and pulled her in close as she squealed in surprise. “Been dyin’ to get my tongue on this pussy.”
“Lawson, you don’t have?—”
I cut her off immediately with a firm flick of my tongue against her core.
“I know I don’t have to, darlin’. I fuckin’ want to. Now let me eat before I fuck you nice and good, yeah?”
Panting from the quick swipe of my tongue along her clit, she gave me a mechanic-like nod before widening her legs even more.
Hell yeah.
Her shimmering folds and pulsing clit beckoned me in as her legs stretched out as far as they could go. Never in my life had I seen anything more perfect than my woman's pussy. And now that I was up close and personal with it, I could really appreciate the pretty pink shade that stretched all over her dampened core.
I could stare at her for hours, memorizing every contour and nuance, every curve and every dip of her delicate lips—I yearned to know her so intimately that even in the darkness, I could find my way.
“Lawson, please…” she whimpered, her face a beautiful blend of pure bliss and delicious torment.
And to test out how desperate she was, I formed a small O with my mouth and blew a short, firm gust of air against her clit.
“Oh fuck!”
Peering up, I watched in awe as her head tilted back on a drawn-out sigh. With her throat bared, I took the journey down her neck and to her heaving chest where her perfect little nipples were poking through her shirt.
Fuck, they looked damned good, but I wanted to see ’em—wanted to feel ’em too under my palms.
“Darlin’… I’m going to need you to take that shirt off,” I ordered, but it came out as more of a plea as I studied the rise and fall of her chest. “Haven’t seen your tits yet and when I’m lickin’ on this pussy, I want to be able to see and grab ’em.”
Her head then shot forward as her dazed stare collided with mine. My poor woman looked like a needy wreck with her low, shallow breaths and a heat of distress clouding her eyes. At first, I wasn’t even sure if she heard me, but seconds later, as if my words had finally registered, she peeled the top off her body.
Everything around me seized. A rhythmic static hit my ears and all I could focus on was this stunning, more-than-perfect body laid out before me.
I was rendered fuckin’ speechless.
