Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

LAWSON

M y heart wouldn’t stop pounding like a jackhammer. I didn’t expect it to stop anytime soon either, especially after getting a glimpse of Diana’s intricate bed that was basically made for a cowboy with a slight rope kink. Immediately, I was bombarded with ideas and visions of how I could implement some binding into a moment that I’d make sure she would never forget.

In that moment an idea hit me, one I wasn’t sure she would even go for, but I felt fuckin’ compelled to try. Rushing out into the living room where her box of Christmas ornaments and other miscellaneous items were packed, I rummaged through its contents until I found exactly what kick-started my imagination.

Fuck yeah.

Still lying in bed where I left her, she was now leaning onto her forearms where her stare scoured over every square inch of me. Her sultry, hooded eyes were colored in unquestionable desire but beyond that, I noticed a flicker of fear flash in her gaze.

Despite every instinct that told me to immediately put her at ease, I wanted her to learn how to trust me. I wanted her to know that I would never hurt her or put her in positions where she would feel vulnerable.

“What the hell is all that for?” she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of interest and suspicion as she flicked her head in the direction of my hands.

Holding back a grin, I lifted the red tinsel and tossed it onto the bed beside her.

“Think about it real hard, darlin’,” I teased while clasping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. I could practically see all her thoughts evaporating as her eyes laid claim on my chest, yet I still continued on. “Look at your bed, then take a good, long look at me.”

My hands went to my belt, then with a swift, calculated motion, I removed it in one unhurried pull. “Worked on a ranch for fifteen years. I know how to do all kinds of knots and used about every type of rope there is, Diana.” Undoing the buttons on my jeans, I drew her attention down to my hands. Her eyes followed them fiercely.

That's it, baby.

“Polyester, nylon, hemp, you name it, I’ve used it.”

I watched as her bottom lip quivered and almost instantly, a light flickered in her eyes, making them widen in shock and intensity.

“But not tinsel…” She swallowed, her voice now hoarse with lust.

My cock lurched.

“No, not tinsel, baby.” I grinned. “And sure as shit not tied around the woman of my goddamn dreams on her kinky-as-fuck bed.”

Her eyebrows dropped together and already I could sense a retort coming.

“My bed is not kinky, Lawson. And will never be referred to as ki?—”

Shoving my pants down my legs, including my boxers, her words died the second my cock came into view. Heavy and pointing directly into the spot between her legs, I gripped my hard length and gave it a long, leisurely stroke.

“You’re right, darlin’. Before me, it wasn’t kinky. It was the perfect bed for my woman to sleep and watch movies in.” Diana’s chest heaved like a female in heat. And her eyes… Fuck, her eyes trailed over every vein and curve of my cock as if she didn’t just have an up-close view of it. “But now that I'm in your bed and will be from here on out, it’ll be used for a hell of a lot more than sleeping. Preferably tying your arms and legs up onto these poles you have.”

Her eyes widened on a sharp gasp that resembled a moan.

Fueled by her reaction, I gave my cock another firm tug.

“Like that, baby?” I took a step toward the bed, flicking my eyes down her supple body. Even dressed in pajamas, I could make out every curve on her.

So fucking beautiful.

“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.

My chest swelled with so much air, compelling me to bring myself closer to her warmth, as if her heat might help me breathe.

“Christ, Diana,” I swore under my breath. “You’re the prettiest damn thing my eyes have ever seen.”

A shiver went through her body, causing her breasts to jiggle from side to side.

I was fuckin’ hypnotized.

“Lawson, please,” she begged. “I need you to do something before I go crazy.”

My eyes flicked up in the direction of her face and I immediately noticed the urgency in her eyes. The silent plea in her frustrated stare that was imploring me that I needed to alleviate her ache before things escalated.

A smirk pulled on my lips as I leisurely began my descent toward her pulsating core. Almost as if it had a heartbeat of its own, Diana watched me with intensity until I finally made contact with her flesh. With the faintest brush of my lips against her folds, I lavished her skin in scarce kisses that sent her back arching off the bed.

“Ohhh.” Her breathy voice rolled over my back and found its way straight to my cock. So unbelievably hard, I nestled it into a spot between her legs and the bed where I began to grind myself into her. With each swipe of my tongue, I thrust.

The friction and the feel of her skin was fuckin’ divine, but I knew nothing was ever going to beat the feeling of being inside this woman. Not when my tongue was already coated in a thick layer of her juices and her little hole that I’d been teasing with my tongue sucked me right in the second I made contact with it.

Diana Ward was mine.

All goddamn mine.

As a surge of raw, primal need coursed through me, I anchored her in place with the hold I had on her thighs and buried my face directly into her slit. Tongue running up and down, nose buried, I was finally fucking eating.

Her moans had swiftly changed direction into cries of mercy as hands found my hair. Tugging, yanking, she was doing whatever she could do to pull me in closer to her.

“Oh my god, Lawson… I’ve never… This is—” Removing a hand from her thigh, I brought a single finger up under my chin and positioned it at her entrance. Then carefully, I breached her opening with the tip of my finger and slowly pushed it inside the remaining distance.

Instantly, my digit was squeezed with a warm tightness that had my vision turning black. Her pussy was sucking me in as if she never wanted me to leave her heat, and when I finally found the strength to pull out, her walls clamped down.

“Fuck, baby…” I groaned against her flesh before withdrawing from her center. “You squeeze my cock like you are my finger right now, I’ll have no other choice than to get on my goddamn knees and propose right the fuck now.”

A sharp gasp tore through her as her half-lidded eyes went wide from my confession.

“Lawson…” She let out a moan of disbelief, but I quickly noticed a twinkle in her eye that suggested some intrigue.

Saving that topic for another time when she wasn’t dizzy with lust, I lapped up the pool of wetness between her legs before rising up onto my knees. She let out a groan of frustration, but when her gaze caught my swollen dick that was bubbling at the tip, all her annoyance seemed to have fizzled.

Laid back and spread wide with her tits perked out, I nearly combusted right then and there from the sight of her. Her dark chocolate locks cascaded around her head like a halo, while her perfect face shimmered with anticipation.

She was every man’s fantasy come to life. Looks-wise, attitude-wise, she was the whole package whether she knew it or not, and she was all fuckin’ mine.

Then sliding my whole palm down the center of her slit, I lathered my hand in her juices before seizing my throbbing length in my hand. Her wetness provided a seamless glide as I went from the base up to the tip.

A low groan worked its way up my throat and once my hand stroked the perfect spot on my cock, I surrendered to the sensations and tipped my head back with a primal growl.

“You on somethin’?” I asked through gritted teeth as my gaze fixated on the sweet curves of her thighs.

I couldn’t believe I had found the strength to ask that question when all I could think about was filling her to the absolute brim with my cum. Using protection was the furthest damn thing from my mind, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should at least give her a choice.

And now that my stare was locked in on her sweet spot, my patience was beginning to run thin when I hadn’t received an answer yet. I didn’t blame her, but I was seconds away from saying “Fuck it” and sliding myself in bare.

“Diana!” I snapped, then immediately calmed when her wide eyes shot to mine. “Baby, focus. Are you on somethin’ or do I need to use a rubber?”

Her chest expanded, drawing my attention toward her pink little nipples that stood proudly.

Fuck, they looked good, all taut and inviting like they could cut through glass.

My mouth ached to taste them again.

“We… we have to use a condom, Lawson.” She breathed out like it was the exact opposite of what she wanted to say.

“Yeah? And why’s that?” I quirked a brow, now confident in my decision that I wasn’t going to let something as trivial as fuckin’ latex come between my woman and I.

Fuck that.

I was fully aware that I said I would give her an option, but goddamn… My body was physically protesting the idea of being restrained as it fuckin’ yearned to feel her bare walls squeezing and tightening around me until I blacked out.

I craved that type of connection with her, and the thought of anything else felt like betrayal.

“Besides the fact we just met today, there’s plenty of reasons why it would be reckless for us to not use one regardless of whether I’m on birth control or not.”

My cock twitched.

“Didn’t stop you from bending over that ladder, fuckin’ my belt, or takin’ my dick down my throat now, did it, darlin’?” I teased, fully aware of the reaction I was igniting within her from my words. “There ain’t nothin’ reckless about us when you were always supposed to be mine. Too fast, or too soon doesn’t apply to us and if you want to get down to the nitty-gritty of things, I haven’t been with a woman in two years. Never gone bareback and never wanted to until I met you. Now it’s all I can fuckin’ think about.”

Her breathing hitched, causing my knees to go weak for a brief moment.

“I’m fuckin’ desperate to feel you, Diana. Fill you up…”

Give you my baby.

“Lawson…” Her voice echoed the depths of her torment as her legs widened in unspoken acceptance. Her actions danced in stark contrast to her words, while her eyes betrayed the facade of reluctance she was so bravely trying to keep up.

But I wasn’t having it.

Not in the fuckin’ least.

“Tell me you don’t want this dick fillin’ you up.” With my hand fisting my cock, I used my fingers to gently squeeze on the tip until an overflow of cum drizzled out. “Tell me you ain’t dyin’ to have all my cum inside you.”

She was completely lost to breathlessness now and in my eyes, it was a clear fuckin’ testament of her surrender. And although her words remained unspoken, their absence spoke volumes.

“If we need to use protection, then tell me and I’ll put a condom on right now. But if not, then put your arms up over your head so I can tie you up and fuck you.”

There was a long pause of silence as clear hesitation crossed her features. But beyond that, deep in the depths of her gaze, I could see her answer as clear as day.

Back arching, her beautiful tits rose and fell with each labored breath. Then gradually, she began to lift her arms with tightly closed eyes as if tense with anticipation. And finally when her arms were resting above her head, I was left with a clear-as-fuck answer on what to do next.

Pride swelled within my chest, and with a low, gravelly groan, I went to grab the red tinsel.

Fuck yes.