Page 96 of Mistletoe Mistake
“Just wait,” she teased as she went over to her closet and pulled out a set of individual cuffs that we had bought at the sex shop, turning back to me with a mischievous smile.
“Gemma.” My voice rumbled with a low warning. What exactly did she have in mind?
“Trust me,” she requested, and how could I say no to that? Of course I trusted her.
So, with just a little trepidation, I followed her instructions to lie down on the bed, where she attached each of the cuffs to my wrists and tied them to her headboard. With my arms immobile, she pulled out a blindfold and held it up to me.
“This one is your choice: if you can promise to keep your eyes closed until I'm ready, I'll leave it off, but if you're going to peek, then it’s going on.”
“I promise I won't peek.” Being cuffed to the bed felt strange enough; being blindfolded might be a step too far, but I kept my word and closed my eyes, waiting for her to tell me to open them. Fabric rustled as Gemma moved around the room, but from the sounds alone, I couldn’t guess what she was doing.
At last, she was ready. “Okay, you can look now.”
As soon as I opened my eyes, my dick immediately jumped, the rush of blood to it nearly making me weak. She was wearing the damn Santa dress, the one she had worn the night we met. Her red hair flowed down over her shoulders and her green eyes sparkled at me, gleefully taking in my body's reaction to her.
“Fuck, Gemma,” I grunted, pulling at my restraints. I wanted so badly to touch her, and she must have known I would. She cuffed me for that exact reason. When did she get so sadistic?
“Tell me, Cole,” she said, crawling up onto the bed on her hands and knees, moving slowly towards me. The view down her dress was even better than I remembered it and almost more than I could take, and I groaned in both frustration and desire. “Have you been a good boy this year?”
I narrowed my eyes at her teasing tone. “You know damn well I haven't.”
Her laugh seemed to float with happiness. “Well, lucky for you, Santa's feeling generous tonight.”
She dropped her head, licking her way up my inner thigh and onto my dick, her tongue flicking back and forth up the shaft, making it jump again towards her. It felt so good that I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy it, but I also didn't want to miss a second of seeing her in that dress, her mouth on me. Taking hold of my dick at the base, she stood it up, licking her way up it again and taking the head in her mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. I had been dreaming of being inside her again for the last ten days, and it didn't matter which way she wanted to do it. Her mouth felt like heaven.
She teased me a while longer, licking my shaft and my balls and sucking on me gently before taking me in her mouth deeply; once, twice and a third time. I couldn't keep from thrusting my hips upwards, trying to feel as much of her as possible. My arousal couldn’t get much higher, but to my frustration, she pulled back completely.
Her eyes continued to twinkle merrily despite the state she’d left me in. “As much fun as that is, I haven't been able to stop thinking about how you said you wanted to fuck me in this dress.”
I groaned again, pulling at the cuffs once more. “Yes, I did, Gemma, but in none of those fantasies was I tied to this fucking bed.”
Her light laughter filled the room. “Don't worry. I promise it'll be worth your while.”
She crawled further up the bed, bending down to give me a hard, demanding kiss as she straddled me, and even as we kissed, she reached down to lift my hard dick once again. The words were on the tip of my tongue to stop her and remind her to get a condom when I remembered that we didn’t need one. She was already pregnant; what else could happen?Fuck.That just made me look forward to being inside her even more.
As she slid down onto me, not wearing anything beneath her dress, I couldn't help thinking that I was the luckiest man alive. She felt absolutely amazing, her warm, wet pussy enveloping me, taking in all of me until she was grinding against me.
“Cole,” she murmured, her own eyes closed as she adjusted to me. “I've missed you.”
A deep laugh rumbled in my throat. “I missed you too, Gorgeous.”
When she started riding me, the fur trim of her skirt brushed against my stomach as she leaned down over me. There was nothing for me to do but lie there and take it, to revel in the sights and sounds of her and the unbelievable feel of her against my bare dick as she brought me higher and higher, to ever greater planes of pleasure, until finally, she clamped down on me in the throes of her own orgasm, pushing me over the edge too as I pumped into her, deep inside her, with nothing between us.
It felt like nothing would ever come between us again. This was exactly where we were meant to be.
As we both caught our breath, she leaned down over me one more time, giving me a soft kiss on the lips. “Happy Christmas, Cole.”
“Merry Christmas, Gemma,” I whispered back.
When she asked me to spend Christmas with her, she said her goal was to give me a new memory to replace the one of Samantha disappearing during the night, and in that, she had most definitely succeeded. Whenever I thought of Christmas Eve from then on, for the rest of my life, the night we’d just shared would always come to mind first.
~Gemma~
For the first time since I'd known him, I woke up before Cole in the morning. He lay facing me, his mouth slightly open and his eyelashes resting on his cheeks. I could barely resist the temptation to take advantage of the rare opportunity to touch his face and trace all his handsome features with my fingertips, but I didn't want to wake him after his flight and all the emotional upheaval of the previous day. Instead, I simply lay there studying him until his eyelids fluttered open.
“Good morning,” he mumbled as he caught sight of me, a half smile on his lips. “What time is it?”
