Page 24 of Special Delivery Cowboy
I drove into her in one thrust. She cried out, back arching, boots scrabbling for purchase on the bed.
"That's it," I groaned, gripping her hips. "Take it."
I set a hard pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with her moans and my grunts. The boots made her taller, changed the angle just enough that I was hitting somewhere that made her keen.
"Oh god, TJ, right there—"
"Right here?" I thrust harder.
"Yes! Fuck, yes—"
"Love hearing you say that." I reached around to find her clit. "Love hearing you beg."
"Please," she gasped. "Please don't stop—"
"Not stopping, ma'am. Not until you come all over my cock."
She was close—I could feel it in the way her pussy gripped me, in the way her sounds got higher and more desperate. I worked her clit in tight circles while I fucked her deep and hard.
"Come on," I growled. "Let me feel it."
She came with a scream, her whole body shaking, the boots nearly kicking me as her legs spasmed. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release.
"Where?" I asked.
"Inside," she gasped. "I want to feel you come inside me."
That did it. I thrust deep one more time and came hard, groaning her name, buried as deep as I could get.
We collapsed together, both of us gasping. I managed to roll to the side, pulling her with me. She curled against my chest, still wearing my boots, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
"So," she said after a while. "Still think I don't look ridiculous in these?"
I glanced down at the boots. "Those boots have never looked better."
She laughed, then reached down to pull them off. Naked, flushed, with her hair wild around her shoulders—she looked like sin and salvation wrapped into one.
We lay there for a while, trading lazy kisses, catching our breath.
"Hey," she said quietly. Then: "TJ?"
"Hmm?"
"No regrets?"
"Not a single one. You?"
"No." She kissed my chest. "Best Christmas Eve I've ever had."
"Same."
We fell into comfortable silence, listening to the storm outside and the fire crackling. Eventually, I felt her start to drift off.
"Tinsley?"
"Mm?"
"Merry Christmas, ma'am."
