Page 76 of Mistletoe Mistake
Gently, I pulled his trousers and underwear down, pulling it over his erection which sprung out hard and ready. Although I hadn't completely finished undressing him, I couldn't resist the chance to take his cock into my mouth. He had never let me explore him that way before, and I wanted to take full advantage of it. He groaned again as I swirled my tongue around his head and his hands threaded through my hair, but not in a controlling way. For a change, he let me take the lead.
I took my time, running my tongue over every inch of him, taking his balls into my mouth as my hands stroked his shaft. Whenever I glanced up at him, he was watching me, his eyes dark with lust, and the look on his face only made me want to please him more. When I'd teased him long enough, I took him fully into my mouth, relaxing my throat to take him as deep as I could.
“Fuck, Gemma,” he moaned. His hands tightened in my hair as I moved faster, taking him in as far as I could each time. With one hand at the base of his shaft and the other playing with his balls, I could feel them tighten just before he came. I swallowed it all down before releasing him from my mouth and placing a kiss on the head of his cock as he drew in a ragged breath above me.
No sooner had I finished than someone knocked on the door, startling me until I remembered Cole having placed an order at the desk downstairs. “Perfect timing,” he said, smirking down at me. “You want to get that?”
He quickly pulled his trousers the rest of the way off and went to sit on the couch, where his nakedness wouldn’t be immediately obvious. Wiping my face to make sure no evidence remained of what I’d just been doing, I opened the door to find a bellboy with a room service cart containing a bottle of champagne on ice and two glasses, and the happiness I'd just been feeling dimmed slightly. How could I explain to Cole that I didn't want any champagne without revealing why?
Teasing seemed like a good place to start. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked after the bellboy had pushed the cart into the room and left. “You know you don't need to in order to have your way with me, right?”
“It's not for drinking; or at least, not in the way you're thinking.” He stood up from the couch, his muscled, naked body looking somehow even more enticing because I remained fully dressed. “Bring it into the bedroom and strip,” he instructed.
Obviously, he had taken control again, and that was fine with me. I did as he said, bringing the cart with me into the bedroom before removing all my clothes, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. While I undressed, Cole pulled out a set of handcuffs from our purchases from the sex shop, and he led me over to the bed and had me lay down on my back, putting the cuffs on and securing them with a metal chain to the lamp on the wall so my arms were up over my head, leaving my body completely exposed to him.
From my restrained position, I watched as he went over to the cart, but instead of grabbing the champagne as I expected, he pulled out one of the ice cubes from the bucket instead.
“I had an idea seeing you out on the ice this afternoon.” He walked back over to me with the ice cube between his fingers and a dangerous smirk on his face. “I couldn't help picturing you laid out on it, completely naked.”
If I hadn't already been turned on, that would have done it. Excitement raced through my veins as I tried to guess what he might intend to do next.
“I wondered what it would do to your body,” he continued, his eyes moving across my naked form. “I tried to picture how you would react to the cold. Let's find out, shall we?”
Having given me fair warning, he placed the ice cube onto my stomach and I shivered immediately, partly from the cold and partly from the anticipation of what was to come. With one finger, Cole began moving the cube slowly across my skin. First, he circled my navel, letting the melted water drip into my belly button. Next, he moved it up, rubbing it against the underside of my breasts, first one and then the other. Goosebumps erupted across my body and my nipples stiffened, partly from the sensation and partly from the intensity of his gaze.
“Interesting,” Cole teased, his eyes fixed on my breasts. Controlled by his finger, the cube circled my left breast before running over the nipple, the ice shockingly cold on the sensitive peak, and I couldn't keep from gasping in both surprise and pleasure. Pulling his finger back but leaving the ice cube in place, he leaned down and took both the ice and my nipple into his mouth. The heat from his tongue contrasted with the cold of the ice, making me writhe and wiggle beneath his touch and the contradictory sensations.
When the ice had fully melted in his mouth, he stood up and returned to the cart. I expected he would get another cube, but instead, he opened the champagne, pouring a small amount into one of the glasses and bringing it back with him to the bed.
“Now let's see what the effect is if, instead of just cold, we add a little fizz.”
Taking a small sip of the champagne into his mouth, he bent down and took my other nipple into his mouth. I gasped again as the bubbles sparkled against my skin, aided by Cole's clever tongue. I'd never felt anything like it, but I loved it, moaning as drops of champagne escaped from his lips, trailing down my body.
Swallowing what was left, Cole sat back up, looking down at me with a challenge in his eyes. “Now that you've felt both, which do you think will feel better on your clit?”
Oh, fuck.Just the thought of either one sent a shudder through my whole body while Cole raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to reply.
“Maybe... maybe the champagne?” I managed to stutter.
He nodded. “Good choice. If we do the ice first, it might numb you too much.”
First?Did that mean he would do both eventually?
“Spread your legs, Gemma.”
I did as he requested, and, taking another mouthful of champagne, Cole positioned himself between my thighs.
The explosion of bubbles against my clit, building on the arousal that had been rising in me ever since we got back to the suite, nearly made me come immediately. “Oh, God, Cole,” I moaned as his tongue brushed over my skin, making everything more intense. The swirling of the bubbles and his tongue on my swollen clit was too much. “Please, I need to come.”
I could feel his chuckle more than I could hear it. “Go ahead, Gorgeous.”
His mouth clamped down on me and I saw stars, surrendering to the blissful release that cascaded over me. As pleasure echoed through me, I couldn’t help wondering how I went so many years thinking it would be okay to marry someone who never made me feel that way?
And that wasn't even the end of it. Before I had recovered, Cole was back on his feet again, grabbing another ice cube from the bucket. After his earlier comment, I knew what he was going to do with it, but it didn't make the sensation any less intense when he pressed the cold block against my already-overstimulated clit.
Pleasure and pain combined, melding together beautifully as I whimpered against it, and the ice began to move lower, brushing against my folds and probing at my entrance. Was he really going to...?
My back arched off the bed as he pushed the ice cube inside me, my hands pulling at my restraints.Oh, my God. I could feel it moving deeper and also feel it melting, the water dribbling out of me as my internal heat, the heat of my arousal, warmed and thawed it. Cole licked away every drop that came back out.
