Page 41 of Mistletoe Mistake
Something brushed against my breast, and my whole body jolted in response. Cole chuckled, clearly amused by the reaction. His laugh came from the lower end of the bed, suggesting that his head must be down there, but I had no idea what part of him had touched me, or if it had even been him at all. Maybe he had used something else; I couldn't even guess. I could only let myself feel it.
Another touch came, this time on my knee. Then my stomach, and then my inner thigh. There was never any warning, and no pattern I could work out. Suddenly, I felt a long, slow stroke between my legs, over my lower lips, that must have been his tongue. I moaned against the tie in my mouth, pushing my bound hands down into the mattress above me to keep from lifting them.
More points of contact followed, fingers and lips, I guessed, all over my body, and then a warm, firm touch against my clit that I thought had to be his tongue again. I was so primed for him, so sensitive, that my hips bucked up against him as he lazily circled the sensitive spot.
“Don't move.” His voice was deep, throaty and compelling, and definitely coming from between my legs now. With his forearms against my thighs, pushing my legs even further apart, he held my hips down with his hands before his mouth was on me again. His tongue tasted and teased me like a cat lapping up cream before plunging deeper, pushing in as far as it could go.
I did my best to hold still, but I couldn't stop the guttural moans that came out of me, obscured by the cloth in my mouth. Just as he'd promised, the feeling was intense with every part of me focused entirely on the sensations his actions created. He didn't let up, his tongue working me over, alternating between deep thrusts and agonizingly light brushes over my clit. Just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, he finally clamped down, sucking the tender nub forcefully into his mouth, and I came hard, my legs and my arms trembling as my muffled cries filled the room.
Stars filled the darkness before me, slowly fading as I floated back down from my incredible high.
“That tasted better than anything we had at the restaurant.” Cole's voice pierced the fog of my consciousness, sounding even farther away than before. “They should put you on the menu, Gorgeous.”
Those dirty words conjured an image in my mind, a fantasy I'd never imagined before, where I could see myself at the restaurant, naked like I was now, laid out on the table. Cole hovered between my legs, eating me out while the waiter and the other diners all watched us.
Oh, fuck.My body convulsed again, pleasure rushing through me in an incredible release, followed by the icy shock of disbelief.
Seriously? Did I really just come again simply from his words? I hadn’t even known that was a possibility.
How could he do this to me? It felt like there must be a secret owner's manual to my body, one I never even knew existed, and somehow, Cole had read it cover to cover. He was the authority on it. My body belonged to him, completely, and I didn't want him to ever give it back.
~Cole~
A surge of satisfaction flowed through me as Gemma came again. She looked unbelievably gorgeous, restrained and laid out in front of me, completely at my mercy. I loved how she reacted to me and the fact that I could make her come undone with just my words only heightened my own pleasure. This feeling of control over her was definitely an aphrodisiac for me, stronger than I had ever realized it could be. She needed me, and I needed her to need me. Here in my room, we complimented each other perfectly.
I wanted her so fucking badly.
Pushing myself to my feet, I headed back to my closet and grabbed two more ties. Luckily, I had no shortage of ties, though I had never used them in quite this way before. Once I had them in my hands, I surveyed the room, trying to figure out what would work for what I had in mind. The headboard had nothing I could tie anything to, but there was a wall lamp above the bed, so I walked over and gave it a hard tug. It didn't wobble, so hopefully, it should be strong enough.
Gemma's breathing had started to even out but she hadn't moved from where I left her, her continued compliance telling me silently that she could still take more, and I instructed her to move over until she was directly beneath the lamp. With one of the ties, I secured her ankles together, and lifting her legs, I looped the second tie around the restraints holding both her ankles and her wrists, and tied them both to the wall lamp. Still on her back, I’d essentially folded her in half with her legs up over her head and her beautiful pussy on perfect display in front of me.
When everything had been tied in place, I took a step back to assess her positioning, making sure nothing looked painful. Despite the bondage, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable. The last thing I wanted would be to hurt her in any way.
“Can you breathe alright?”
She nodded, her teeth still clenching down onto the tie I had worn tonight, the first one I had put on her.
With her confirmation, I grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it on, wincing at how tight it felt. Fuck, I was so hard already, I would have to take this slow if I didn’t want it to be over before it really began.
Climbing back onto the bed on my knees, I lined myself up against her entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching with satisfaction as my dick disappeared into her dripping hole. Gemma made a low, guttural sound that I knew without a doubt meant pleasure, and it sent another pulse of electricity through me to know that she was enjoying this just as much as I was. When I was fully buried in her, I paused, running my fingertips down the back of her legs that were being held up in front of me, and once again, she shivered in response. The heightened sensations from her blindfold were clearly working for her.
Taking my time, mostly to keep from coming too fast, I pulled out and slowly pushed myself back in, letting myself feel every inch of her on my dick. My fingers ran down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts and the curve of her waist, and she moaned again, squirming beneath my touch.
“Gemma.” My voice was a warning, and she responded to it immediately as she stopped moving. I wanted her immobile, feeling only what I gave her to feel. The more restrained she felt, the more intense it would be.
I continued on that way as long as I could bear it, thrusting slowly and deeply, with light, almost tickling touches down the rest of her body in between. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer; I needed my release too.
My blood pumping through my body in anticipation, I pulled out at the same pace I had been using, before, without warning, I slammed into her hard. Gemma's head tilted backward, another muted sound escaping from beneath her gag. A couple of more times I did it, the slow withdrawal and the quick taking, trying to control it until my control broke. Then, I just took her hard, leaning onto her body, supporting myself on her as she took me in over and over again, her body welcoming me, enveloping me in her warmth and wetness until the world exploded. My whole body surrendered to the most exquisite release as we both came, her clamping down on me as I pumped within her, our bodies pulsing together in nearly perfect sync.
Fuck, that was amazing. How did it keep getting better, everything I did with her?
When my vision cleared, I pulled out of her, got rid of the condom, and quickly set about removing all Gemma's restraints. I left the blindfold till last, covering her eyes with my hand as I removed it in case the room lights were too bright after her temporary blindness. She blinked tentatively at me and gave me a soft, satisfied smile that sent a rush of pleasure through me.
I had never seen anything more beautiful. It almost felt like I could live off that smile.
Honestly, what was going on in my head? It had been a long time since I'd thought anything like that, and shaking my head at my own foolishness, I gave both of Gemma's eyelids a gentle kiss. “Wait here. I'm just going to grab a few things.”
Throwing all the ties in a pile on the floor, I went to the bathroom and got the lotion that the hotel had provided as well as a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the kitchen. I offered Gemma the water first, helping her sit up to drink it, then I laid her back down and used the lotion to rub everywhere that she had been restrained. The skin on her wrists and around her mouth looked a little red, but not too bad; nothing that shouldn't fade before the morning.
