Page 13 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
The side of my mouth tipped up. “It’s growin’ on me,” I said, pressing my lips to hers. I felt her body relax against mine, and as my tongue slipped between her lips, she hummed against me. I kicked the door shut behind me and brought my hands up to cup her face, my fingers going into her hair. “Fuck,” I grunted, her sweetness on my tongue. I tore my mouth from hers, dragging my lips along her jawline as I tipped her head back. I covered her with my kisses, needing more of her.
It would never be enough.
Both of us would always try to make up for the time we didn’t allow ourselves to have.
When I dropped my mouth to her neck, finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, her hands slid underneath my coat and shirt, touching my scars. I didn’t even flinch. Hell, she owned me, body, soul, mind—all of me was hers. Her touch was theonly one I welcomed. I groaned as her soft hands traced over my abs, then lower, going to my belt.
“Please,” she rasped.
I smiled against her skin, nipping at it. She shivered against me as my hands went around her waist again. “What do you need, Firefly?”
“You.”
“Gotta be more specific,” I drawled, finding her mouth again. She opened for me, eager and ready. As our tongues danced, clothes began falling to the floor. First my coat, then her sweater. By the time she managed to shove my shirt over my head, I was losing patience. “Tell me what you want, needy girl.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she moaned as my hand found her breasts.
With a growl, I pulled her hands away from me and backed her up until she hit the arm of the couch. She let out a small yelp as I yanked her jeans down, taking her bright pink panties with them. “Step out of ’em,” I ordered, feeling my cock jump.
Once she was completely naked before me, I stepped back, admiring her beauty. Over the last three months, I’d noticed small changes in her body. Her breasts, already works of art, were fuller. Her face was slightly rounder, and her soft stomach was more pronounced. She was a walking fantasy, and right now, she couldn’t get enough of me. Every night last week, I woke up to her either stroking or sucking my dick, her tongue or fingers swirling around my piercing. My eyes dropped to the apex of her thighs, lingering on her dark blond curls. I grunted, wanting her cum on my tongue, but she didn’t need my mouth right now.
She needed to be stretched and used.
“You’ve always been my weakness, baby,” I began, my voice thick with need as I flicked open my belt and jeans. “So fuckin’ beautiful, but I never imagined how you would look with my child inside you. You’re a dream—my dream.”
Her nipples, dark pink and mouthwatering, were puckered, begging for me as her chest heaved. Her cheekswere bright red now, her hazel eyes shining with desire. “Only you could make a pregnant woman feel beautiful.”
I groaned, fisting my cock and freeing it for her. “You’re not even fucking swollen yet, and you’re driving me insane.” Her lips parted as she gaped at my length, her eyes zeroing in on the small silver ball at my tip. “All I want to do is pump you full. All day. Every fuckin’ day.”
“Please,” she begged, pinching one of her nipples. “Please, Mags.”
My jaw tightened. “Perch yourself on the edge and spread, gorgeous. I want to see how wet my needy little pussy is.” Slowly, just to torture me, she did as she was told. Putting her hands on her knees before opening her legs. A raw, primal sound came out of me at the sight of her wet core, pink, swollen, and shining.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
My fingers wrapped around my cock, and as I stroked myself, she watched, panting.
Three words left her lips then. Three little words was all it took for my control to snap.
“I need you.”
I was on her in seconds, hooking her leg around my hip with one hand and grabbing the back of her hair with the other. Another growl left me as I yanked her head back, lined myself up to her entrance, and slowly sank into her, both of us moaning as our bodies connected.
“Hold my eyes,” I commanded roughly, filling her completely.
Her eyelids fluttered with pleasure, but she kept her gaze on me, her mouth dropping open.“Mags.”
Flexing my hips, I brushed my lips against her cheek. “I know, baby. I know.” I pulled out slowly, feeling her walls trying to keep me in, tightening and pulsing around me. I didn’t give her a chance to do much of anything before I slammed back inside her. Her leg tightened around my hip as she brought her other up, caging us together as I started to fuck her.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” I whispered, resting my forehead against hers as the sounds of our bodies filled our living room.
Her nails began to dig into my shoulders as our breaths collided in time with our hips. “You feel so good,” she breathed. “You always feelsogood.”
I bit down, my fingers tightening in her hair. I fucked her harder, needing more of her, and she clung to me. Desperately. As if I was her only lifeline and she was mine. Time fell away, along with the rest of the world, leaving only the two of us. She moved her hips, grinding her clit against me in time with my thrusts.
