Page 25 of Mistletoe Mistake
My hands dropped to the waist of my jeans and I undid the button and pulled the zipper down, spreading the fabric so he could get a glimpse of the lacy trim of my panties. Turning my back to him, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath while he couldn’t see my face, revelling in the way my body throbbed. He hadn’t even touched me and my arousal was as strong as it had ever been, the fantasy and the dynamic between us working wonders with my body.
Still facing away from him, I pulled my jeans down, gradually revealing myself as I peeled the tight denim from my skin, down my thighs and bending over to pull them all the way down. From Cole’s sharp intake of breath behind me, I could tell just how much he enjoyed the view, and I wondered if he could see the damp spot between my legs. Did he know just how wet he’d made me?
Now, I wore only my bra and panties, and I stood back up, keeping my back to him and shaking my hair out down the back, wiggling my hips at the same time. The sofa creaked as he shifted again, and knowing I was getting to him just made my own need stronger.
When I raised my hands to the back of my bra, ready to undo it, Cole's voice stopped me.“Not yet. Turn around, Gemma. Let me see you.”
Obediently, my hands fell back to my side and I turned slowly, watching as his eyes devoured me from head to toe. Every part of me ached for his touch, to feel his body on me and not just his gaze. His arms were still spread over the back of the sofa, but I could see that his hands were gripping it tighter than they had been, the only real physical manifestation of the fire I could see in his eyes.
"Touch yourself," he ordered, the words rocking me once again. "Your left hand on your bra, your right hand on your panties. Feel yourself through the fabric."
My fingers trembled as I did as he said. I already knew how turned on I was, but the physical evidence of it couldn’t be denied: my nipples were stiff beneath my hand and my panties were soaked through. My mouth opened and a moan escaped my lips as I pressed harder between my legs.
"Fuck."
I may have been thinking it, but Cole was the one who said it out loud. His nostrils flared as he tried to control his breathing, and I had a sudden urge to push his buttons a little further, teasing him just as I had at the party the other night, seeing how long it would take him to lose control.
“Are you happy with your purchase, Mr Stamer?” My voice hardly even sounded like me. Need flooded through every word, and I felt certain that Cole could hear it too.
In fact, his lips twitched as he tried to keep his expression neutral. “My purchase looks very good on the shelf, but we'll have to see how it performs under pressure.”
Just the word made my knees press together, trying to alleviate the ache between my legs. “What kind of pressure?”
His eyes dropped to the bulge I could now clearly see beneath his trousers. “Come over here and find out.”
Though my knees nearly buckled, I managed to keep my balance and walk over to him. As I drew close, I expected him to reach for me, to touch me, finally, but he kept his hands where they were, just watching me.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, desperate for his instruction.
“You're going to straddle me. Climb up on my lap and grind against me until you make yourself come. I want you to use me to get off, Gemma. I want to watch you do it.”
Oh,fuck.
~Cole~
My fingers gripped the edge of the sofa harder as Gemma whimpered in front of me. The sight of her in her lacy white lingerie and the way her chest moved as she breathed heavily had my hands itching to touch her and my dick aching with need. However, as soon as I got inside her, I wouldn't be able to hold back for long, so I would use whatever self-control I had to draw this out as long as I could before we got to that point. It had taken days for us to get here, and I had no intention of rushing a second of it.
Just as I'd told her to, Gemma lowered herself onto my lap, her knees on either side of me. The pressure of her pussy against my hard dick felt exquisite, and I couldn't keep from exhaling sharply as she adjusted herself, finding the perfect spot where my hardness pressed against her just where she needed it most.
Her hands went to my chest as she began to move against me, but I shook my head. “Don't touch me. Touch yourself, Gorgeous. Let me see you do it.”
She immediately obeyed, removing her hands from my shirt and moving them to her chest instead, her fingers skimming over her bra and making the fabric rub against her nipples that I could see straining against the lace.
“Can I take my bra off?” Her whispered voice couldn’t be any more full of need, full of longing, and my dick twitched beneath her at the sound of it. I loved that she asked my permission. I loved that the beautiful, confident woman who had charmed everyone at the hotel opening the other night would submit to me like this. It had to be the hottest thing I had ever seen.
“Slowly,” I agreed, struggling to keep my hips still as she continued to work herself back and forth on my lap.
Keeping her eyes on me, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp. Holding the fabric against her chest with one hand, she used the other to slide the straps down her arms before, agonizingly slowly, she pulled it away from her completely.
My eyes immediately dropped to her chest, to her beautiful, rounded breasts that bounced perfectly while her hips grinded against me, her pace increasing with each passing second. As I watched, she brushed both hands over her hardened nipples and then took them in her fingers, one in each hand, pinching and gently twisting them.
I'd been trying hard to stay silent but I couldn't help groaning now, watching her writhe on my lap, touching herself as her hips moved against me, desperately seeking the friction she needed. Everything about her was amazingly sexy. My hands tensed against the sofa again, wanting to touch her in spite of how much I was enjoying the show. I wanted to watch and I wanted to take part. I wanted it all.
“Are you close, Gemma?” The sound of my own voice surprised me, thick with lust. I truly didn't know how much longer I could wait.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closing as she focused on the different sensations assaulting her body. “So close, Cole...”
I liked when she called me ‘Mr Stamer’, but hearing her say my name now damn near killed me. My hips bucked up against her involuntarily and she moaned in reply, pushing back against me with increased force.
