Page 72 of Mistletoe Mistake
Could she be any more perfect? I really didn't see how.
~Gemma~
As the last waves of my orgasm washed over me, Cole stepped back. In the absence of his touch, I felt even more exposed. I still couldn't see anything and didn't have any idea what he was doing. It made me more aware of every little thing, every whisper of breath, every sound, every touch.
I could hear him moving around: the rustle of clothes and the sound of his zip. He must have been getting undressed, and the idea made me shiver in anticipation. He could make me come in so many different ways, that much was clear, but my favourite was still with his cock deep inside me, when he lost control too.
I didn't know how long I stood there waiting, my sense of time affected by the pleasure still echoing through my body and the lack of visual cues, but eventually, he took my arm and pulled me gently forward before turning me around. In that position, I could feel his legs on either side of mine. “Sit down, Gorgeous.” The words came from somewhere behind and below me. “I'm ready for you.”
Bending my knees, I lowered myself while his hand guided my hips, until I could feel his hard cock pressing against my entrance. As soon as I was in position, he pulled me down firmly, letting his cock fill me in one swift stroke as I sank onto him.
“Fuck,” I breathed, moaning with the pleasure of it. It didn't seem to matter how many times he was inside me; it always felt just as satisfying.
“You're going to ride me now, Gemma,” he instructed. “Push yourself up and I'll pull you down.”
I wasn't entirely sure what he meant, but I did my best to obey anyway. My arms were still tied together behind my back, so I pushed up with my legs, my core contracting to help me. The clenching in my abdomen seemed to also have an effect lower down too, as Cole groaned from behind me, feeling the tightening around his cock. When I had raised myself up to the tip, I suddenly felt a sharp, downward tug on the restraint connected to my collar. The force quickly pulled me back down, letting him fill me again.
The pressure caused the collar around my neck to tighten, but I didn't mind it. In fact, I kind of liked it. The brief breathlessness only heightened the feeling of fullness from him inside me.
We repeated the action, again and again, me raising myself up slowly, him dragging me firmly back down again.
“Faster,” Cole said, the word somewhere between an order and a plea, and I did my best to obey. My thighs were screaming at me, the muscles not used to the motion, but I didn’t plan to stop. Each time he released the pressure on my collar, I gasped for air to get me through the next restriction. The pressure built for me with each stroke, just as I knew it must be building for him. I was right on the edge.
As if sensing that I needed it, Cole gave me his permission. “Let go, Gemma. Come, now.” Just like that, I did, surrendering to the waves of my pleasure at the same time that I felt him tightening inside me. He swore, followed by a moan of satisfaction. “Fuck, yes.”
In my breathlessness and bliss, my body felt completely limp, weightless and floating in the darkness that still surrounded me. Cole pulled me back against him, letting me feel his whole body for the first time since he had put the blindfold on, and he held me there until my legs had stopped shaking.
“What do you need?” he asked, the words whispered against my ear as he began to free me from my restraints. “Do you want a bath? Another massage?”
These acts of caring for me were important to him, I had come to realize, so I agreed to a bath more for his sake than mine. He sat beside me the whole time, his hands trailing across my skin as we talked idly about nothing important. When I finished, he helped me get ready for bed again.
“You haven't looked at your phone all day, have you?” he asked as he tucked me into bed.
“No. Why? Should I?”
“I just wondered if you wanted to see the pictures that were published from last night?”
Once again, he had made me forget all about the real world and the problems I had to face there eventually. I hadn't thought about the photos since we were in the car. “I suppose I should.”
He quickly brought them up on his phone and handed the device to me. The first photo showed me in the collar and cuffs that we had just used, which I expected. The second one had the two of us looking over a display of vibrators, and another one showed me holding some kind of edible underwear as Cole and I laughed over something one of us had said. I didn't bother reading the article, and I certainly didn't read the comments. I couldn't care less what people were saying about it.
To me, the most striking thing about all the photos was how happy I looked and how comfortable Cole and I looked together.
I handed the phone back to him. “Thanks.”
“Do you regret going through with it?”
He watched me carefully as he asked the question, the answer obviously important to him, so I took a moment to really think about it. The photos were going to cause me some headaches, my father being the biggest one, but Cole had been right in what he had said to my father earlier: we weren't doing anything wrong and there was nothing disgusting about it. I didn't regret a single thing I had done with Cole, so why should I regret the photos either?
“No. I don't regret it.”
Cole's face softened into a satisfied smile. “Good. Let's get some sleep.”
When he climbed into the bed and nestled up against me, it didn’t take long at all before I fell into a deep, restful slumber.
The next day dawned bright and sunny, one of those perfect London winter days with a crisp blue sky and just the right amount of chill in the air. Cole and I showered together in the morning, with a lot of groping, a hand job for him and a finger fuck for me, and when we were dressed, we headed out to meet Holly and Jackson for lunch.
I had booked us into a little restaurant in Covent Garden which had plants hanging from the ceiling, creating the feeling of being beneath a canopy of greenery. Cole and Jackson were both intrigued.
