Page 29 of Mistletoe Mistake
Once again, she obeyed me without question, her knees dropping open as she watched me through half-opened eyelids. Climbing onto the bed after her, I ran my hands over her body, starting at her ankles and working my way up her legs, over her hips, to her breasts. As much as I enjoyed watching her play with them earlier, I couldn’t wait to touch them myself.
Gemma's back arched up beneath my touch, trying to get more pressure as I lightly brushed the tips of her nipples with my fingers.
“Someone's eager,” I observed, moving my hands down to her waist instead, tracing the curves of her hips.
“Cole, please,” she begged as my fingers moved lower, skimming across her folds with a feather-light touch.
I continued to tease her, feigning ignorance. “Please what? This?”
With one quick motion, I thrust a finger into her, causing her hips to leave the mattress as she rose to meet me. The moan she let out was better than anything I had been imagining in the last three nights I'd spent alone, and I wanted to hear it again, and again, and again. Covering Gemma's body with mine, I kissed her neck before moving my lips down to her breasts, rolling her nipple around with my tongue while my fingers continued working her, pumping in and out as my thumb rolled over her clit.
Gemma squirmed beneath me, her little moans and groans punctuated by breathy whispers of my name and the odd swear word. My body reacted to the sound of her almost as much as the sight; I loved to hear her and loved to have her completely at my mercy, so beautiful and so sensitive to my touch. When she came, her core clamping around my fingers and her legs trembling beneath me, it filled me with both a deep satisfaction and an even deeper desire to possess her more completely.
All the plans I'd had for what I wanted to do with her went out of my head as one thought replaced all the others in my mind: I needed to be inside her, now. Grabbing another condom as quickly as I could, I was back on top of her before she'd even opened her eyes, pressing up against her entrance with the tip of my dick. As I slid into her, the motion smooth and easy because of how wet she was, her head rolled back, her red hair spread against the white hotel pillows, looking just as magnificent as I had pictured it that first night we had met.
“I'm going to fuck you hard, Gorgeous,” I warned her. “I'm going to sink myself into you so deeply, you'll be feeling me the rest of the week.”
Her eyes opened to find mine, the green depths of them full of wanting. “Yes, Cole, please.”
Her eagerness sparked an even stronger fire within me. With a low groan that was almost a growl, I took her, over and over, the pace punishing, my body slamming into hers with a force that was anything but gentle. I wasn't usually so rough, but something about her made it seem natural, and there were no complaints from her side.
All too soon, she came again, and the feel of it pushed me over too. I came hard, roaring out her name as I continued pumping for a few more thrusts, not wanting it to end. It had to eventually, though; finally, I was spent and I collapsed down on the bed next to her, my heart racing from both the exertion and the pleasure she’s given me. Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of our breathing, heavy and ragged as we both came down from our high.
That was... something else. Things didn’t usually go this way with the women I hired. That normally went more like the first part of our evening, with me telling them what to do and them working for my pleasure. It had never been like that with Samantha either; I had never been that rough with her. I didn't know what it was about Gemma that made me feel like I wanted to both have her and be had by her, to give her everything and take it all back, but fuck, it felt amazing.
With one arm, I reached out and pulled Gemma to me, feeling her body mould naturally to mine. "Are you alright?"
As certain as I felt that she had enjoyed that as much as I had in the heat of the moment, I also wondered if she might feel differently once reality set back in. I wanted to make it completely clear to her that I still fully respected her. If anything, I respected her more for being able to let herself go like she had. Not everyone could give up control like that.
Her reply was just a murmur. "I'm good, but I should probably go."
"There's no rush. You can rest for a bit or have a bath or a shower. Whatever you want."
For some reason, I wanted to make sure she felt good even now that we’d finished. I wanted to take care of her, which was something else I never did with the women I hired, but this felt different. She was different.
"I appreciate that, but I really should go. I've got a busy day tomorrow."
Since she sounded like she'd made up her mind, I didn't press the issue. "Do you want me to call a car for you?"
"Sure, that would be great."
The bed moved beside me as Gemma sat up and got to her feet, and I watched her leave the room, trying to ignore the feelings of regret and disappointment at the idea that I would never get to see her this way again. I didn't want that to be the case, but I didn't see how else this could go if I wanted to stick to my own rules.
Our deal had only been for one night and, if I was being honest with myself, it had been a pretty flimsy deal in the first place. Me going with her to the park hadn't been much of a payment. I pretended it was because I wanted to have her, but I couldn't just ask to see her again. That would be crossing a line that I wasn't willing to cross. My rules existed for a reason, and the fact that she made me want to break them was the strongest reason why I shouldn't.
There was something between us, I couldn’t deny that, but I also couldn't take the risk of fanning the flames. With so many sparks flying around, it seemed impossible that I could step further into the fire without getting burned.
~Gemma~
My legs continued to tremble as I got redressed in the hotel bathroom. After fantasizing about Cole for the previous three nights, I’d come into the evening with pretty high expectations and he still managed to exceed anything I had imagined. No one had ever made me feel that way before, and I couldn't completely silence the little voice in my head that suggested no one ever would again.
When we made our agreement, I had hoped that we could have sex and move on, but already, I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. The experience we just shared would be living rent-free in my head for a long time to come.
When I stepped back out into the main room of the suite, Cole had put on the robe that I'd discarded in his room. It shouldn't have been sexy on him, but somehow, he made it work. Knowing that he was naked beneath it, knowing just how perfect his body looked unclothed, didn't make my goal of moving on any easier.
“The car will be waiting for you downstairs,” he told me.
“Thanks.”
