CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2)

by Delaney, Clair

  “Coral’ - “Please…” I beg again and start kissing him. Tristan’s tongue laps slowly and smoothly against mine. I pull back and stare down at him. “Don’t hold back,” I tell him. “Be like you would be if I hadn’t told you.”

  Grabbing hold of my vest top, I pull it up and yank it over my head. Tristan stares down at my full breasts, my nipples standing to attention just aching for his touch. I take his hand and place it over my right breast then lean down and kiss him again. He doesn’t resist.

  I close my eyes and before I know it I am lost, lost in the moment and the feeling of his hands making smooth, soft movements across my breasts, my shoulders, down my back, his lips kissing me all over. It’s exquisite and heady and warming and sexy, I instantly moisten down below. I hear his moans of pleasure as he lifts me and squeezes my backside, moving us so that I am lying down and he is on top of me.

  I moan out loud to the sensation of his lips kissing every part of me, his warm breathe against my skin, especially my breasts, his lips and tongue gently tease my nipples, they harden and elongate with his touch, his hands slide down my body and smoothly remove my lacy shorts, then he spreads my legs apart.

  I’m panting and quivering for him, I want him so badly. Then his hot breath is on me, between my legs, his tongue gently lapping against my clitoris.

  “Tristan,” I moan and buck my body, my head craned back. I can feel I’m building…so quickly. ”Oh god…” I groan. Just as I’m about to climax he stops and blows gently on me and that’s all it takes – The most mind blowing orgasm rips through me, I completely lose who I am, and it doesn’t stop, it just keeps going on and on.

  My eyes roll into the back of my head….I shake and shudder as I slowly come back down to earth. Whoa! What was that?

  I’ve never felt like that before, that was…..amazing! Oh Tristan, the power you yield over me…Then it hits me, I just had non-penetrative sex again, and I didn’t freak out.

  Unwelcome tears start to flow against my cheeks. I think it’s relief, letting go…oh Tristan…

  I bring my hands up and hide my face, I feel so stupid for crying.

  “Baby!” Tristan gasps, I am up and into his arms in a heartbeat.

  “Sorry,” I sniff, cradling my head under his chin.

  “Don’t be, he whispers.

  I look up into his deep eyes. “Don’t stop,” I choke. “I want you inside me, I want to feel you,” I sniff. Tristan kisses me from the corner of my eye, down my cheek until he reaches my mouth, the tears slowly subside as my lips part for his tongue, his taste.

  He moans as he kisses me more ardently. I can feel his erection between my legs, straining against his sweats, teasing me. I slowly rub up and down against him, he moans with pleasure, then pulls back from kissing me, panting hard.

  We stare at each other for a moment, some unspoken truth passing between us. Then he stands, reaches into his bag, throws a condom on the bed and swiftly removes his sweats. My chin almost hits the floor; seeing him in all his naked glory is something to behold – Damn he’s sexy! Kneeling onto the bed, he rips the packet open and carefully places the condom on his mighty fine manhood.

  “Are you sure about this?” he questions. I nod silently to him, feeling nervous again. He pulls me onto his lap. “Say it,” he orders.

  “Yes, I want this, I want you,” I say, but my voice is shaking, giving me away. He closes his eyes and tenses his jaw. I reach up and caress his cheek. “Please…” I whisper. “Before I get too nervous…” I add.

  His eyes flash open. “Hold on to me,” he says. I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders. We stare at each other, our lips inches apart. I feel the tip of his erection at the opening of my sex. I gasp and try to grind against him.

  He instantly stills me. “Slowly baby,” he softly scolds. Whatever he wants, I will do.

  I nod once keeping my eyes locked on his. Then, slowly, very slowly, he eases himself into me, scrutinizing my face as he does. He keeps going until his full length is buried deep inside me, filling me completely. I was right he does fit me like a glove.

  He feels amazing. This feels amazing. I’m on cloud nine…

  “Ok?” He questions.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  “More?” He asks.

  “Yes…please,” I whimper, urging him to move. He starts up a steady, slow rhythm. I reach down and kiss him, teasing his tongue with mine. My hips start to sway to their own beat, moving in time against him, causing more friction…oh shit! I can feel it building within me…again…so quickly. Tristan slowly picks up the pace. The feeling is beyond anything I could have imagined. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

  I throw my head back in ecstasy, and keep up the relentless rhythm. Oh baby, you can do this to me all night long…

  “Oh baby…” Tristan moans, I look down and watch him moving in and out of me, it’s so sexy, so hot. His cheeks start to flush, our eyes catch again and I can tell he’s close.

  I feel myself tighten, then tighten some more. “Oh god…” I grip his shoulders with my hands. There are no more words. I’m just sensation and feeling. I feel like every cell in my body is about to explode, and I climax loudly, screaming out his name.

  “Sorry,” I pant, feeling guilty, still moving.

  “Don’t be,” he grunts as he moves slightly, and picks up the pace. “Oh Coral…” He moans, moving in and out of me. “You feel so good baby.” I feel myself building again, and cry out as we both climax together and fall down onto the bed. Oh my god!

  CHAPTER THREE

  WE LIE FACE TO FACE. Both panting; coming down from our lovemaking. Tristan pulls me closer to him, studying my face, gently running his knuckle across my cheek.

  “Are you ok?” he asks in a deep, worried voice. I grin from ear to ear. Tristan chuckles slightly and kisses me. “Are you sure?” he asks losing the grin.

  “Tristan you should know me by now. Do you think I would hold back if I wasn’t ok?” I say stroking his cheek, my eyes pleading with his. He looks mollified, but I can't be totally sure. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” I ask.

  “Loads,” he blurts. I frown back at him. He gently kisses the tip of my nose, slides off the bed and walks into the bathroom. When he returns his condom has disappeared but his erection hasn’t. I grin up at him. “Can’t” he says, answering my unspoken question. “No more condoms,” he adds pulling the quilt back and slipping inside.

  “Come on,” he says tapping my backside lightly. “Get under the covers, you’ll get cold.”

  I have to agree I will, so I get inside. Tristan lies on his back and hold his arm out waiting for me, as I place my head on his shoulder, he puts his arm around me and starts stroking my back and across my shoulders. I place my hand on his chest and softly stroke his smooth, marbled, perfectly defined pectorals.

  Then I panic. What if that was as good for him as it was for me? – Oh god, I hope he says yes! I look up at him, and instantly lose my train of thought. Tristan is staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

  “I’m fine,” I tell him firmly. He looks down at me and stares back for a couple of seconds, I can see he still looks a little nervous, apprehensive, then he stares up at the ceiling again.

  “More than fine actually, I’ve never had it so good...” I stop and think about it, nope not even after climaxing with Justin, I never felt this good. “I didn’t know it could feel this good,” I add pleading for him to understand.

  “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asks his tone sharp.

  “Tell you what?” He pulls his arm from underneath me and leans up onto his elbow, so he’s hovering over me, then he cocks one eyebrow up at me – Oh that!

  “Do you think it’s something I’m proud of?” I gripe. “I made a mistake, a stupid mistake and it cost me.” I bite. Why is he asking about this now?

  Tristan sighs deeply and closes his eyes for a moment.

  “Besides,” I grin feeling ecstatic. “I didn’t freak o
ut!”

  “Freak out?” he says darkly. Ok, so how do I put this?

  “I talked to George about you, from the very moment we met I knew I wanted you, but I wasn’t sure how I could even begin to…to have something, to be with you sexually. Sometimes I have nightmares about what happened,” I quietly admit.

  “Fuck!” He hisses and squeezes his eyes shut, when he opens them, I can see they are full of turmoil. He leans down and presses his lips hard against mine; it’s just not painful. “I guess it’s not something that’s easy to say,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “No it wasn’t. I was afraid…afraid that if we were going well and I told you, I’d lose you,” I admit.

  “That’s not going to happen Coral,” he softly scolds.

  “Why did you react the way you did? You scared me.”

  “I know and I’m sorry about that, I just...if I could find him...” Tristan drifts off again.

  “Don’t,” I say pressing my finger to his lips.

  “Did you go to the police?” he asks, taking my fingers in his. “Report it?” Here we go!

  “No.” I gaze down at his bare chest.

  He gasps in shock. “Why the hell not Coral?” he snaps, lifting my chin so I have to look at him.

  “I told you, I tried to find him but...I think everything he said to me was a lie,” I whisper.

  Tristan grits his teeth. “So I’ll never find him,” he hisses.

  “I don’t think so,” I answer. “But like I said, even if I did know who he was, you know how the system works it would have been my word against his…” I sigh heavily. “I know that sounds bad, he could be doing the exact same thing to some other girl right now, but it’s who I am and how I handle things. I’m very good at blocking out bad things that happen, repressing them.” Tristan closes his eyes and pinches his nose then he sighs heavily, and gazes down at me.

  “Did you tell anyone?” I shake my head. “You went through it alone?” he gasps in horror.

  “I had no choice,” I tell him.

  “What do you mean? You have Gladys, your sister!” he barks. I can see he’s angry again.

  “Tristan don’t please, I...I think to be fair, I was in shock,” I whisper.

  He shakes his head in exasperation at me. How do I make him understand that what happened then, was nothing compared to what happened to me as a child.

  “I find it hard to....to open up to people. I'm very private,” I say sheepishly.

  “You didn’t trust your mother or sister?” he snaps questioningly.

  “Adopted mother and sister,” I clarify sarcastically.

  “Don’t be a smart arse,” he scolds. “And stop trying to change the subject,” he adds.

  I shake my head in exasperation. “Fine! I tried to handle it on my own for a few weeks, it happened just before I got the studio. I figured I could handle it, then I realised I wasn’t coping so well, so that’s when I found George.” I blurt out.

  “And he knows?” He questions.

  I nod my head. “I couldn’t tell him straight away, I was too...ashamed,” I whisper.

  “Well if you didn’t talk about that right away, what did you talk about?” Shit! Me and my big mouth! I suddenly feel trapped. I don’t want Tristan to know about that part of my past. I don’t want him to know how much of a freak I am, or at least, that I feel like it.

  “Other things,” I whisper staring out into space.

  “Like what?” I try to struggle out of his arms. “Why do I get the feelings that there’s more?” he asks sharply.

  “Tristan don’t, ok!” I snap. “You know more about me than anyone else ever has. Can’t you just be satisfied with that?” Tristan glares back at me. I pull him close to me again. “Please Tristan, I don’t want to fight. I know that must have been a shock to hear, and you probably feel really angry about it’ – “More like helpless,” he interrupts, his voice acerbic, his eyes staring back at me with a look I’ve never seen before. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Is it pity, remorse, hate?

  “I just...I want to make you safe,” he tells me in a softer tone.

  “You do!” I try to reason with him but I can see a veil creeping over his face. “Please don’t pull away from me,” I whisper. “Don’t shut down on me.”

  “What do you expect?” he answers sharply. “You won’t let me in, it’s very frustrating.”

  “There’s nothing you can do anyway, except to keep loving me and being with me the way you have been. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, don’t spoil it.”

  “Spoil it?” he spits. That’s it, I’m done. I want to go home!

  Pulling out of his arms, I get out of bed, pick up my clothes and head towards the bathroom, but Tristan stops me by wrapping his arms around me.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispers, squeezing me tight. “Don’t go.” He turns me around and stares down at me, then softly strokes my cheek. “Stay,” he whispers, gently running his knuckle down my cheek.

  “No, you need some time to process this and’ – “I’m sorry, stay… please,” he interrupts. Leaning down he presses his lips hard against mine - it’s almost painful again. “Please, don’t leave me again,” he murmurs against my lips, the tremble in his voice makes my resolve instantly falter.

  “Ok,” I whisper, feeling exhaustion wash over me. I guess no sleep, and no food over the past couple of days is finally catching up with me. I feel like I could sleep through the whole weekend. I walk around the bed, dropping my clothes on the floor and climb under the quilt.

  We both lie on our sides gazing at each other, not touching.

  “I wish I could take it away,” he whispers.

  “You do, you just don’t know you do.”

  “How?”

  “By being you, by loving me the way you do. It makes all the bad things kind of disappear.”

  His mouth pops open in shock. “All the bad things?” Damn it!

  “Tristan,” I grumble. He’s getting closer to figuring it, out and I don’t want him to. “Can we talk about something else,” I say frustratingly.

  “Like what?” He says, slightly bemused.

  “How about how good that was?” I say grinning cheekily at him. His dimples deepen and his lips twitch fighting back a smile, but his eyes are still dark and brooding. “And we’ve only just begun,” I say closing my eyes.

  Then I remember my original question. Shit, what if it wasn’t that good for him?

  My eyes flash open meeting his. “It..it was good for you too, right?” I question.

  “Coral.” Tristan closes his eyes in frustration and runs his hand through his hair. When he opens his eyes he leans closer to me, takes my face in his hands and gently kisses me. “Better than I’ve ever known it with anyone else,” he admits.

  I scan his face trying to detect the lie, but I can’t see anything that would make me think otherwise. I close my eyes and let that answer sink in. Tristan squeezes me harder, pulling me closer to his solid muscled body. “So you love me,” he whispers into my ear.

  I smile, keeping my eyes closed. This is a far better conversation.

  “Yeah, god knows why?” I joke.

  “I don’t know why either,” he exhales. What?

  “What?” My eyes flash open. “Tristan that was a joke,” I admonish.

  “You could have any man you want and you pick me?” He says in astonishment.

  “I don’t want anyone else but you,” I whisper, trying to convince him of how I feel, his arms tighten around me. “Sounds like I’m not the only one with issues,” I say observantly.

  God knows why he would have issues. He’s loving, caring, sweet, clever, handsome, has a body to die for, plus he’s got a thriving business that’s made him very wealthy. I just don’t get it. What exactly does he think he’s lacking? It’s not love, so what?

  I decide to mull it over in the morning, when I’m more straight headed. I can think more clearly and get it out of him, somehow. Whoa! I suddenly understa
nd Tristan’s perspective of me. How frustrating it is not knowing something about that person? To have them hold a secret that they won’t tell you? I sigh heavily, maybe someday....someday I’ll tell him.

  I sleepily open my eyes and stare up at him. “See you in the morning,” I say yawning involuntarily. Tristan smiles, but I can see he’s still deep in thought. I find myself drifting off, I’ve never felt so relaxed, so safe and protected; it’s a beautiful feeling.

  “Tristan…” I murmur.

  “Yeah baby,” he answers huskily, stroking my hair, my shoulders.

  “We need to get a really big pack of condoms tomorrow,” I drawl, sleep taking me before I can hear his reply...

  I WAKE UP TO a flood of sunshine filling the room. My first thought is of Tristan, turning over I reach out for him only to find he is not there. I lunge forward searching the room for him, listening intently for any sound, any movement, the room is silent except for my shallow breathing. My heart sinks, then I notice a piece of paper lying on his side of the bed. Reaching over I pick it up...

  Gone to get breakfast, be back soon. Stay where you are beautiful. Tristan Xxx

  I’m instantly flooded with a warm homely feeling. How sweet of him, but I wish he’d have woken me before he left, that scared me for a second. Stepping out of bed, I wonder idly what time it is. As I look out through the ceiling height window, I see the sun is high up in the sky, so I know it can’t be too early. I pad along the bedroom into the bathroom, and clean myself up after last night’s sexing.

  Once I’m done. I walk over to the double sinks and wash my hands, yawning widely as I do. Then I look up at myself – Holy crap! I have panda eyes from my mascara smudging and my hair is standing up all over the place, what a sight! – I’m really glad Tristan hasn’t seen me like this, it’s really not attractive!

  I wash my face twice, removing all traces of make-up, clean my teeth and brush the knots out of my hair. Staring back at myself, I feel satisfied that I look half decent, and make my way back to bed.