Page 68 of Mistletoe Mistake
Quickly, I took off my remaining clothes and grabbed the condom from my pocket. I’d started to make it a habit to always carry one or two when I would be with Gemma, since I could never guess when one might be needed and I didn't want to be caught short.
Rolling it onto my ready dick, I positioned myself behind her, resisting the urge to run my hands across the red, raised skin on her ass. Part of me wanted to ease any discomfort she might be feeling, but my rough hands might only make it more sore. In the mirror, she watched me, just as I'd told her to, and when I turned to it, our eyes met through the glass.
“I promise you won't ever forget this.” By that point, I didn’t know if I was speaking to Meg or Gemma, but it really didn't matter. We both watched the mirror as my dick pushed into her, disappearing into the delicious warmth of her body.Fuck.That felt like heaven, and I groaned in pure pleasure while Gemma moaned in response, both of us lost in the dual joys of both watching and participating.
Gripping her hips tightly, I kept my thrusts slow and unhurried, letting her watch as I slid in and out of her, burying myself fully each and every time. I knew from her reaction that the angle was good for her, her breath growing more shallow each time I bottomed out.
“You see how perfectly you take me, Gemma?” I asked, my voice thick with desire. I loved being able to see her face in the mirror, to see her reactions to my words and my actions, seeing what she was seeing. “Your pussy was made for me.”
“Cole.” My name sounded strangled, almost pleading as it came out of her, and a moment later, she came again, her body trembling in bliss as she dropped to her elbows, her arms giving way from under her.
“That's it, Gorgeous,” I encouraged her. “But I'm not done yet. I think you've got one more in you, just for me.”
My pace grew faster as our skin slapped together. Loud moans and sighs filled the air of the room where generations of her family had probably fucked before. Neither of us held back, both of us completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. I was so close but I wanted her to come again first, so I returned to my stablehand role once more.
“Lady Margaret," I growled, keeping my eyes locked on hers through the mirror. "My beautiful lady. My perfect fucking whore."
Gemma cried out my name once more, my real name, as her inner walls clenched around me and she collapsed once again.
“Fuck, Gemma,” I breathed out as I came too, the release stronger than ever after all that build-up. I honestly couldn't remember it ever feeling that good.
Gemma lay face-down on the bed as I pulled out of her, so I gently lowered her hips down, rolling her onto her side. Removing the condom, I joined her on the bed, curling up behind her as our bodies moulded against each other.
I could have lain there happily for hours, but less than a minute passed before there was a loud knock on one of the doors, making both of us jump. The knock was quickly followed by a loud, angry voice.
“Who's in there?”
~Gemma~
The knock at the door pulled me out of my blissful post-orgasm haze immediately.
“Who's in there?” a voice called, and my stomach twisted. I knew that voice all too well, but what would he be doing there? And how much, exactly, had he just heard? It looked like I would have to explain myself or at least come up with a reasonable excuse for why I was there. I certainly didn't intend to tell him exactly what I had been doing.
“Just a minute,” I called out as I sat up on the bed, wincing as the sheets rubbed across the sore spots where Cole had hit me with his belt.
My clothes were still in a pile on the floor where I'd left them, so I raced over and started putting them back on.
“Get dressed,” I whispered to Cole, who lazily sat up on the bed, an amused look on his face.
“What's the problem?” he asked. “This is your house, right?”
“It's my father's house,” I corrected him, still whispering. “And he doesn't know we're here.”
“Is that him at the door?” He still hadn’t made any move to cover himself.
“No, thank God. It's his valet.”
“His valet?” Cole snickered. “What century are we in?”
“Will you please at least put your trousers on?” I begged. I had pretty much finished getting dressed and he hadn't even started yet.
With a shrug, Cole reached down and pulled his trousers back on. Once he had them zipped up, I went over to the door and opened it just a crack, blocking any view of the room with my body.
“Good afternoon, Roger,” I greeted the angry-looking man at the door. “How are you?”
His face froze in surprise as he saw me. “Lady Gemma? What were you..." He trailed off, unwilling to finish that question and unable to meet my eyes. Clearly, he’d heard enough. "I apologize for interrupting. Your father didn't let me know that you would be here today.”
“The visit was a spur-of-the-moment one. I'll be leaving shortly.”
