As I lie on the bed waiting for Tristan’s return, I run the events of last night through my mind. I remember him showing me the photos of his folks, the idea I had springs to mind again and I wonder if it’s something I can get done one of the days next week, maybe on my lunch hour? Then I sigh heavily, I have to deal with Susannah next week, Tristan said she is nice, but I know what I’m like, it’s not going to be easy. Then I think about the fact that for the first time in two years, I had sex, and I didn’t freak out – well I kind of did the first time – but either way, I didn’t the second time. A slight shudder runs through me as I recall walking out on him – I quickly banish the thought.
I close my eyes and think about us making love, Tristan was warm and soft and gentle and a million miles away. I sigh again knowing that is the truth of it. Well, we’re going to do far more practicing this weekend, so hopefully he’ll see that I’m ok. In-fact, I think he did do some good as far as replacing the memories go, the feelings and the emotions. But I’m still not sure if Tristan is going to be the same with me as before, he seemed so distant after I told him that I’d been...I can’t even bring myself to say the word – I can’t believe I told him.
I shudder remembering his reaction and how I felt when I thought he didn’t want me anymore, that was scary and has made me realise some home truths, what I’ve been denying admitting to myself.
I know now, that no matter what, I simply cannot lose him. I cannot be without him. He is my life now, and I know that only a few days ago, that level of commitment, of being intimate with someone, scared me half to death. But it’s been overtaken by the feeling of losing him, so for me, that is now more scary than committing to this, to us.
I sit up and gaze out at the sparkling blue ocean. It’s another beautiful day. I sigh blissfully. Who’d have thought I’d be feeling like this?
I think about synchronicity, how everything seemed to fall into place at exactly the right time so that Tristan could make his way into my life. Joyce leaving, Rob disappearing, colliding with Lily, if it weren’t for all those things happening, I’d be sat in my studio right now, bored and lonely, denying to myself that I wanted someone in my life, constantly convincing myself that I was better off on my own. When the truth is, I’m not, at all.
I shake my head in wonder. Then I get a flashback of Tristan gazing up at me as he moved inside me, desire explodes within me, I want him again, now!
I hear movement downstairs. He’s back! – Such good timing!
“Coral,” Tristan calls out. He sounds like he’s running up the stairs.
“Morning baby,” I shout back. I hear Tristan chuckle. Then he wonders in with a bag and two take-out cups. “Good morning sleepyhead,” he smiles his deep dimpled smile at me. I can't help swooning at him.
He’s wearing his sweats from last night, a pair of trainers and a white t-shirt that moulds to his broad shoulders and strong muscled arms, but most of all, what hits me more than anything, is his just shagged, disheveled looking hairdo – God he looks good!
“Hey sexy,” I reply flirtatiously. Tristan chuckles, kicks off his trainers and joins me on the bed. I instantly feel very naked as he sits there fully dressed.
He leans towards me and kisses me softly on the lips.
“Hi,” he says croakily.
“Hi,” I say feeling shy.
He chuckles. “A cappuccino for the lady,” he says handing one to me.
“Thanks,” I squeak. I take it off him and put it on the floor. I spy my lacy shorts and vest top, I pick them up and shove them under the quilt. Tristan stops what he’s doing cocks his head to the side, his lips quirking up at the corners.
“What are you doing?” he chuckles.
“Um....” I feel like I’m blushing as he sits there appraising me. “Nothing,” I say pulling my vest top on, and scrambling under the quilt to get my shorts on. Then I kick the quilt off me, crawl along the bed to him and kiss him hard. All I want to do is have him over, and over again. I am not interested in food – at all.
“Hey,” he chuckles running his hand down my cheek. “Can we eat first?”
“You’re hungry?” I grumble.
“Yes.” He answers pulling out a large Styrofoam box and handing it to me with a pair of plastic knives and forks, then he does the same for himself.
I watch him open his box, which reveals a full English breakfast. Tristan dives into the bag and pulls out two white bags and hands one to me. “Toast,” he says in explanation.
Opening his bag up, he takes a bite of his toast and starts digging into his breakfast. That’s when I know we need to fit food shopping in at some point today. I have to get back to my healthy eating.
“Please eat Coral,” he tells me between mouthfuls. “I can tell you’ve already lost a couple of pounds, I don’t want you wasting away or getting ill.” Damn it, how could he tell?
“Oh, I can tell,” he says, spookily reading me. I look up at him and see that he’s stopped eating, and has one eyebrow cocked up, just like me. I stifle a giggle and open my box, expecting to have the same. But yet again, Tristan has thought of what I like, and it definitely isn’t a full breakfast. Instead, I have an omelette.
I smile broadly at him. “Thank you,” I lean forward and kiss his cheek. Then start digging in, feeling ravenous. Mmm mushroom and spinach omelette, it is delicious, and just what I need after not eating much over the past few days.
“Breakfast in bed,” I smile, thinking how nice this is. “No-one’s ever done that for me,” I add, my voice sounding unintentionally sad.
Tristan looks astonished. “Seriously?” he says his eyes wide.
I shrug. “What about you?” I ask between mouthfuls. Tristan instantly looks uncomfortable, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Ah, you have,” I say guessing right.
“Yes.” He reluctantly answers.
“And who was the lucky lady?” I ask teasingly. He raises one eyebrow at me. “You don’t want to tell me?” I scowl.
“Not really,” he answers darkly.
“Why not?” I whisper. Do I really want to know?
“Because it turned out she was...” Tristan breaks off his cheeks flushing red. I’m starting to notice he does that when he gets mad about something, but I think we’ve been through enough since last night, so I decide to drop it.
“Tristan, don’t worry about it, please.” He looks across at me I smile tentatively at him. “This is an awesome omelette,” I say in appreciation, trying to change the subject.
“I’m glad you like it,” he muffles between forkfuls.
I look across at Tristan’s box and I’m astonished to see he’s almost finished – I wish he wouldn’t do that – I feel like I should stop too.
“What?” he asks putting his empty box in the take-out bag.
“You eat really fast,” I say taking another bite.
“I do when I’m hungry,” he admits.
“It’s not good for you, you know.”
“I know.”
“I hate eating on my own.” I say hoping he’ll take this on board.
“Then I shall endeavour to slow down,” he says smiling his cheeky grin, his dimples deepening.
I shake my head at him and chuckle. As I take the final mouthful of my omelette, Tristan whips the box from underneath me and stuffs it into the bag. Then he holds his hand out for my knife and fork, I silently give them to him, he seems in a hurry. I don’t know why?
“You seem in a rush,” I say taking a sip of my drink.
“That’s because they’ll be here in an hour,” he tells me.
“Who will?” I ask, wondering what he means. Tristan cocks one eyebrow up, grinning from ear to ear. “The delivery guys,” he says.
“Oh!” I forgot all about them, I go to fling myself out of bed.
“Relax Coral,” he says launching himself on top of me. “I had other plans before they arrive,” he adds sexily, his eyes glinting wickedly. He kisses me hard on the lips. It takes a couple of seco
nds for my brain to register what he means.
Pulling back from me, Tristan reaches over to the other side of the bed and launches his hand up in the air, smiling down at me with his most sexy, panty-combusting smile. I look up, and see he has a very large box of condoms.
“You remembered,” I giggle, wriggling underneath him.
“It was the first thing on my mind this morning, having you again, you sexy, brave girl.”
My heart hammers against my chest. “I’m not brave Tristan,” I whisper.
“Oh yes you are,” he argues.
I roll my eyes at him and smile. “So you want to have me again?” I tease.
“Yes.” His eyes dilate as we gaze at one another.
“So take me,” I challenge.
“I want you to tell me something first.” He softly says. My smile instantly fades. What does he want to know now? I bite my bottom lip, nervously.
“Ok,” I whisper.
“If I do anything…anything that makes you feel uncomfortable’ – I press my finger to his lips feeling relieved. “I know what you’re asking, and yes, I will tell you,” I tell him firmly.
“Give me your word,” he adds.
“Tristan,” I moan. He’s lying on top of me, his erection pressing into my belly, it’s turning me on, big time – I just want him, less talk, more action.
“Say it,” he snaps.
“Ok!” I breathe my hands held up. “I give you my word.”
“Good.” His mouth swoops down on mine, pushing my lips apart, claiming me, possessing me. Whoa! This is different to last night. He’s definitely not holding back!
He pulls my vest over my head, I yank his t-shirt off, and try to kiss his chest, his shoulders, but he shakes his head at me and pushes me down. Then his mouth is on my nipples, sucking them slowly, making them hard and elongated again – Jesus, I didn’t know you could feel it down there when…He tugs a little harder on my right nipple it feels exquisite.
“Tristan,” I gasp aloud almost climaxing.
“Oh Coral, you’re so beautiful.” His breathes. He gently caresses my breasts in his soft hands, then starts kissing down my torso, his hands softly following, caressing every part of me. Then taking me by surprise he flips me over, gently moves my hair out of the way and starts kissing the back of my neck, sending shivers all the way down my spine.
“You have such beautiful skin, so soft.” He says. I can feel his erection digging against my backside. I close my eyes and moan aloud, this is exquisite. Justin was never like this with me – Shut up Coral!
I push that thought away and concentrate. Tristan moves again, kissing across my shoulders, down my back. He works his way down, kissing and nipping along my backside, and moves all the way down my legs, running his hands up and down, leaving soft, wet kisses as he does.
My whole body is on fire. When he reaches my feet, he kisses along the arch of each foot, then he works his way back up, he moves up to my hips and flips me over again. Then slowly and seductively, keeping his eyes on mine, he peels of my shorts. Oh wow, he’s so sexy…
Pushing my legs apart, he starts kissing along the inner thigh of my right leg. Just as he reaches my sex, he gently blows up and down my clitoris, then smiles his most devilish smile at me. I practically convulse, then he starts on my left leg, and I know when he reaches there, it’ll be over, I won’t be able to take it.
As he reaches my sex, he closes his eyes and plants a soft kiss, right there on my clitoris.
“Tristan!” I hiss and breathe out, trying to stop the trembling.
“You are so sexy,” he whispers, his eyes boring into mine. Oh, I’ll never forget this image, his face between my legs, his deep hypnotic eyes staring up at me.
Then his mouth is on me, in me – Oh my god!
His tongue is there, inside me. Then he pulls out and licks up and down my clitoris. Then he changes and he’s going round and round in soft circles, then he gently sucks, then stops and gently blows again, and that’s my undoing.
I come loudly, calling out his name. I feel like I’ve just come apart at the seams. That was amazing. I can still feel it flooding through me, to every bone and muscle in my body. My heart is hammering against my chest, my breathe coming in sharp gusts. Whoa!
Then as I start to come down, I start to drift. I feel like I’m floating in the air, I’m so light…
“Baby?” Tristan chuckles lightly. I force my eyes open. Where have I been?
“Sorry,” I pant, blinking several times. I feel like I’ve just left the planet for a while.
“You’re very responsive,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me.
“That’s because it’s you…” I murmur against his lips.
“What are you saying Coral? You’ve never…?” Tristan stops he’s half smiling, slightly bemused.
“Tristan, I’ve only ever slept with one other guy…and’ I swallow hard ‘It was never like this, let’s put it that way.” I tell him, feeling shy.
His mouth pops open and his eyed widen in shock. “One guy?” He says incredulously.
I don’t think he believes me. “Yes.” I gaze up at him.
“One guy?” He murmurs again, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. Then he starts to smile, a very sexy, lazy smile, I smile back at him.
He leans forward, gives me a quick chaste kiss, then starts his slow, sexy decent down my body, kissing me all over. Oh no! I don’t think I can take it again. Then he gets to his feet, and shaking his head in amazement, he pulls his sweats off and stands there completely naked.
Oh boy! He looks even better in the daylight, the sun beating down on his body. I can see every tiny muscle that’s been perfectly defined, his body is simply glorious, so god damn glorious, and so are all his moves.
Kneeling onto the bed, he opens the condoms, rips a packet open and places it on his erection. Taking him by surprise, I push him down onto his back and straddle him, my hands resting on his chest as he softly strokes my hips with his hands.
“I was never any good at this position,” I whisper, my hair falling around my face.
“I very much doubt that,” he says, gazing up at me.
I smile down and him, then I sit up and take hold of his hot, heavy erection in my hand, he hisses at my touch. I position him and slowly ease myself onto him, until I have taken all of him.
“Tristan,” I close my eyes and moan, I feel so full.
“Ah baby…” He murmurs.
I open my eyes and see Tristan has his closed. His mouth is slack, his hands digging into my hips. Then his eyes flash open, his look hot and heated. He moves his right hand across my abdomen, softly tracing the skin, then his thumb skims down and starts to gently rub my clitoris, round and round.
I throw my head back and begin to move…oh fuck…up and down, slowly grinding into him.
“Jesus Coral…you’re so tight,” he gasps between gritted teeth – I’m so close again.
Tristan suddenly sits up, his hands caressing my breasts, his mouth sucking my nipples. I place my hands on his shoulders and ride him harder, desperate for the release, but Tristan suddenly lifts me, pulling me off him…No!
He lays me down, lifts up my legs and wraps them around his neck. Then he’s in me again, pushing, faster, in and out…Whoa! I’ve never done it like this!
“Oh baby,” he croons, his eyes melting me.
”Oh god…” I moan my eyes closing. I’m so close…Then he stops again…No!
He takes my legs and wraps them around his waist, then he wraps his strong arms around my waist and in one swift movement, he’s kneeling and I’m sitting on him. Oh! He feels so big inside me this way.
“Tristan!” I wrap my arms around his neck and grind into him. He takes hold of my face and kisses me hard, just as he starts to move again. He pumps himself up and into me, quickly developing a synchronized rhythm…Wow, we just seem so in tune with one another…I feel myself quicken, everything starts to tighten up…Oh god!
“Ah…
Coral!” He growls, pumping faster.
I come again, screaming a garbled noise of his name. He crushes me to him, still pumping into me, still kissing me hard until he finds his release. “Oh baby…” He whispers against my lips and we both collapse onto the bed…
CHAPTER FOUR
I LAY IN POST-COITAL BLISS ACROSS TRISTAN’S CHEST. He’s running his fingertips up and down my back, soothing me somehow; it feels amazing. Neither of us say anything as we slowly catch our breath. But there’s one thing I do know through my dreamy haze of happiness, Tristan turns me on big time. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of him.
What a way to start the day! I can't help chuckling at that thought.
Tristan starts to chuckle too, my head moving up and down against his chest as he does. “What are you laughing at?” he titters.
I look up to his face. “I was just thinking, what a way to start the day,” I giggle.
“You got that right baby.” He flips me over and lies on top of me. “Every day,” he whispers his face serious as he leans down and softly kisses me.
“I hope so,” I whisper. He runs his hands through my hair, and stares down at me like he can see straight through me again – It’s unnerving.
“I love you,” he whispers and kisses me hard, his erection digging into my belly – Again?
“I love you too Tristan.” I whisper, kissing him back with everything I’ve got, and before I know it, I am lost in his touch, only this time it’s different.
Tristan takes his time and makes sweet, slow love to me…
I LAY STARING UP at the ceiling in a dreamy haze; I feel so loose, my muscles feel so light. I’m floating in the clouds again. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
“Well that was different!” I giggle.
“What was?” Tristan asks. He’s lying flat on his back with his forearm draped across his forehead.
“Twice Tristan…really?” I cock one eyebrow up at him. He opens his eyes and smiles his sexy smile at me. “You...you know a lot of moves,” I add smiling shyly.
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