Page 61 of Mistletoe Mistake
Gemma made short work of getting out of her clothes, stripping off the last item just as I finished pulling mine off. I took a moment to look her over and appreciate her beautiful body once again, and to appreciate my good fortune in having her there with me for another week still. Although I'd already had her in several different ways, several different times, it still wasn't nearly enough.
“Now, go get the shower started. I'll join you in a minute.”
Surprise flashed across her face but she didn't question my command. As she left, I dug around in the bags that had been delivered from the sex shop until I found the suction hand cuffs. I hadn't even known they existed until we saw them in the store earlier that night but I couldn’t wait to try them out. Before it could slip my mind again, I also grabbed a condom from the bedroom. With the way Gemma distracted me, it would be all too easy to get carried away.
Steam had already started to fill the bathroom when I entered. The large walk-in shower, easily big enough for the both of us, had a rainfall shower head and a separate handheld one. Gemma had already stepped inside, waiting for me, and the sight of her literally dripping, the droplets of water running down her skin, drawing paths my tongue longed to follow, made me even harder than I had been since pulling the cuffs out of the bag.
Placing the items in my hand down on the shower bench, I pulled Gemma to me, pressing every inch of me against her as we picked up the kiss where we'd left off in the hallway. The taste of her never failed to excite me; something sweet yet spicy, it satisfied me but still left me wanting more.
Her hands wrapped around my waist as her hips moved against me eagerly, trapping my erection between our bodies, but I dropped my hands to her waist to stop her. “Not so fast,” I admonished, still nipping at her lips. “I've got other plans for you first.”
Grabbing the cuffs from the bench, I quickly attached them to Gemma's wrists and raised her arms up over her head. Once the cuffs were securely suctioned to the wall, I pulled the handheld shower head off down from its cradle.
“Let's see what kinds of settings this has, shall we?”
My body on edge with anticipation, just as hers must be, I cycled through the various options before settling on a gentle, pulsing rhythm to start with. Gemma watched me through half-closed eyelids as I moved the wand over her body, letting her feel it on her neck, on her chest, her stomach and her thighs before finally bringing it to rest against her clit. A moan escaped her lips as her arms tensed, but the cuffs held her firmly in place. I used my free hand to spread her folds open, letting the water hit her more directly, while my mouth went to her breasts, my tongue lapping against her nipple to mimic the pulsing of the water.
“Oh, God, Cole,” she breathed as her body wriggled beneath the onslaught of sensations. With a flick of the dial with my thumb, the pressure of the water increased and I sucked her nipple into my mouth harder. Her response came out more forcefully too. “Oh, fuck!”
I didn't let up, both the wand and my tongue continuing to work her over until she came, shuddering against the wall. Another person’s orgasm had never brought me so much satisfaction; I loved to see her lose control and the beautiful way her body relaxed as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Switching the shower head off, I let it fall to the floor and I followed it down, onto my knees. With my hands to guide her, Gemma brought her legs up over my shoulders, leaving her supported only by her arms still cuffed to the wall above her head, and I couldn't help groaning in pleasure as I buried my face between her legs.
As much as I loved the taste of her mouth, her pussy was just as sweet, and I took my time exploring her and working her back to a frenzy after her first orgasm. By their very nature, my paid encounters were less about my partner’s pleasure than they were about mine, so I hadn’t gone down on a woman in a long time, and that gave it a novelty that only increased my enjoyment of it. My tongue explored every inch and crevice of her, and I loved the way she moved against me and the sounds she made as I circled her clit, teasing her and drawing out her pleasure as long as I could. By the time I finally clamped down on her clit, sucking hard, she had been fully primed for it and she came again, her legs trembling around my neck.
It still staggered me that Edwin called her unresponsive. Maybe she had been so frustrated for so many years that I was reaping the benefits of unlocking her need for submission, claiming all the orgasms that could have been his over the years. Whatever the case may be, I could only count my blessings that I’d found her when I did.
Gently placing her feet back on the ground, I stood back up. “Are your arms okay?” I asked, running my hands down them gently. Gemma nodded, looking up at me with sex-soaked eyes, and I smiled. “Good, because I'm not quite finished with you yet.”
My wet fingers slipped against the foil as I tried to open the condom wrapper, and finally, I had to give up and use my teeth. Once I’d rolled it on, I grabbed Gemma's legs again, wrapping them around my waist as I thrust into her hard against the wall.
We both groaned in unison as our bodies fully combined. She felt so fucking perfect wrapped around me that way. I kept my hands beneath her ass, squeezing it as I began to move inside her, first with long, deep strokes and then faster and harder, slamming her into the wall as her arms trembled above her head. Each time I entered her felt like coming home, like this was exactly where I was meant to be.
“Fuck, Gemma,” I grunted, barely aware of the water anymore or the steam or anything but the feel of her body against mine and encasing me. “I never want to let you go. I want to keep you chained to my wall, just like this, so I can fuck you whenever I want to.”
She whimpered into her climax, and as it had so many times already, that sound pushed me over too. My pace slowed as my dick pumped but I didn't entirely stop, rocking with her a few more times until my heart rate began to return to normal.
As I placed Gemma’s feet back on the ground, her arms were still shaking, so I quickly released her from the cuffs and sat down on the bench with her in my lap. She melted against me as I held her, neither of us saying anything for several minutes as we rested in the steamy warmth.
Finally, Gemma raised her head and smiled at me. “I'm going to fall asleep if we stay here much longer.”
“Okay. Let's get you ready for bed, then.”
Standing her up again, I quickly washed her hair and body before wrapping her up in one of the big, fluffy hotel towels and picking her up in my arms. Still naked and dripping wet myself, I carried her to the bed and gently placed her down, got her pajamas on and helped her into bed.
I couldn't explain why I liked taking care of her that way. I’d never really done it with anyone else before, but for some reason, the more she submitted to me during sex, the more I wanted to look after her afterwards. It wasn't that I didn't think she was capable of taking care of herself. Somehow, it almost felt like a thank you to her for trusting me, for letting me take control for the both of us, and making sure she knew that I took that trust seriously.
As I pulled the covers up and placed a kiss on her forehead, the words I'd said to her in the shower came back to me, like an echo in my mind. I couldn't quite believe I said them, but she didn't seem to have noticed, or she must have just thought they were said in the heat of the moment. Looking at her, though, I suspected part of me really meant it. There was a part of me that didn't want to let her go.
~Gemma~
It took me a moment to remember why my arms were sore when I woke up on Saturday, but as the memories of the night before came back to me, of being suspended, helpless against the shower wall while Cole made me come over and over again, I had to smile. Everything we did together always turned out even better than I could have imagined. With my eyes still closed, I stretched my arms out to ease the stiff muscles.
“Good morning.” Cole's deep voice came from further away than I expected, and I opened my eyes to see him standing at the doorway to the bedroom with a tray in his hands and an almost sweet smile on his face. “Breakfast?”
“Only if there's tea too,” I mumbled, blinking at him sleepily as I sat up in bed. Did he ever sleep? It felt like I always went to sleep before him and woke up after him.
“Of course.” He kept smiling as he brought the tray over to the bed, placing it down next to me. There was indeed a cup of tea, along with a croissant, some fresh fruit and a yogurt pot. “I wasn't sure exactly what you wanted, but we can always order more.”
