Page 56 of Mistletoe Mistake
With the late hour and a busy day ahead of us, I didn't know if Cole would have anything planned for us in the bedroom tonight, but when I made my way there, heading to the vanity table to take off my jewellery, he followed me.
“How are your wrists today?”
With how crazy my day had been, I had actually forgotten all about them, but I glanced down at them when he asked the question. They were still a little discoloured, but I had worn long sleeves and I didn't think anyone had noticed. Still, I couldn't help teasing him a little. “Have you been worried about me all day?”
“I don't know if worried is the right word.” His voice rumbled through me as he stepped closer. “But you've been on my mind, Gemma.”
How did he manage to make that sound so inviting? Still facing the vanity mirror, I glanced at him in it. “What have you been thinking?”
His eyes bore into mine through the mirror glass. “About how I’d like to take a turn at rubbing your legs like you did yesterday after your bath.”
If he wanted to give me a message, I certainly wouldn’t complain. Placing the last of my jewellery down, I turned around to face him. “Where do you want me?”
The corner of his mouth curled up. “Such a dangerous question, but on the bed is fine for now. Take all your clothes off and lie face down.”
I obeyed immediately, stripping my work clothes off and lying on my stomach. Cole adjusted the pillow beneath my head, making sure I was comfortable before he reached over to the bedside table to pick up a bottle of massage oil that I hadn't noticed before.
“Have you got the local sex shop on speed dial?” I asked curiously.
He laughed, the sound deep and deliciously dark. “Something like that. Now, be quiet. No more talking. Concentrate on how it feels.”
I shut my mouth and watched as Cole removed all of his clothes. His body somehow only got more attractive to me the more I saw it, and the sight of him pouring the oil onto his hands and rubbing them together to warm it up already had my body aching in anticipation. Finally, he climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs, and I could feel his cock, already half-erect, pressed up against them. Leaning forward, he started with my shoulders, and I immediately moaned as his strong, firm fingers kneaded into my muscles.
He instantly stopped. “I said: quiet. Do I need to gag you?”
Though I wouldn't necessarily object, I shook my head and his hands started moving again. Suppressing my sounds of pleasure proved difficult, but I did my best as his hands worked their way down my back. When they reached my ass, he kneaded the cheeks firmly for a while before climbing off me and turning around to reach my feet, his cock feeling even firmer as he settled onto my lower back. I bit my lip to hold in my groan as he rubbed first one foot and then the other, then worked his way up my legs, getting closer and closer to my centre that already throbbed for him.
When he got off me again, just for a moment, I could hear him open a condom packet. Apparently, he didn’t plan to forget again. Every second without his touch felt eternal, but finally, he was back on me, his hands between my thighs, spreading them open just enough to let his thick, hard cock slide in between them and deep inside me.
As he filled me perfectly, I couldn't hold the moan in, but luckily, Cole didn't seem to mind. He grabbed my hair at the roots, tugging it back to turn my face into the pillow.
“You can scream now, Gemma. Scream as much as you want, into the pillow.”
Gripping my shoulders tightly, he began to thrust into me, rough and fast. Completely pinned beneath him, unable to move anything but my feet and my hands, which clawed uselessly at the sheets, there was nothing I could do to contribute, nothing I could do but lie there and let him use my body for his own pleasure while he gave me mine.
And I absolutely loved it.
As his pace became more frantic, my cries grew louder. The angle couldn’t be more perfect. With each thrust, he hit both my g-spot and my clit as he bottomed out within me.
“Fuck, Cole” I groaned into the pillow, the words muffled beneath me. “That's so... good... fuck, yes!”
I came with a blinding, nearly painful intensity, and through the fog of my orgasm, I could vaguely hear him swearing somewhere above me. His movements slowed as I felt his cock pumping within me, mimicking the aftershocks that still reverberated through my body.
All too soon, he stood up and left the room, returning with a warm, wet towel which he used to wipe the oil from my back and between my legs. Satisfied with his work, he brought over my pajamas and helped me sit up and put them on. I still felt so dazed by the intensity of my orgasm that I just let him do it, barely able to move my limbs. He tucked me into bed and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips before turning out the light and leaving the room again.
The last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep was thinking, sleepily, that with the tenderness he showed me, he would actually be a really sweet father.
~Cole~
“You're freaking me out, Cole.”
Jackson stood beside me as we waited for the elevator down to the lobby, looking at me with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
“I haven't said anything,” I pointed out. We'd been working separately all day, seeing each other for the first time as we met to head over to the Anchor offices to take a look at the initial ideas Gemma and Holly were working on for our hotel.
“I know, but you're...” He gestured toward me with his hand and a look of disbelief on his face.
The elevator door opened and we both got in as I tried to figure out what he meant. “I’m what?”
