He turns on his side and gazes at me. “I love that shy smile of yours,” he says his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “I wanted to make up for last night,” he adds.
“I think we can safely say you did that,” I chuckle, turning on my side to gaze back at him and admire his hair free chest. “Do you shave?” I ask running my fingers across his chest. “You know your chest?”
“No. Why?” He asks cocking his head to the side.
“You’re dark haired, dark haired men are normally more hairy than light haired.” I say, hoping he won’t probe any deeper, well not with questions anyway. Coral!
“Guess I’m just lucky then,” he titters smugly.
I smile weakly at him. “I’m glad,” I whisper, making circles around his nipples.
“Why?” He chuckles. Damn it!
“I just…I don’t like hairy men. It turns me off I guess,” I say, purposely smiling up at him.
“Turns you off huh?” He says. I nod shyly again. “Hey,” Tristan reaches out and strokes my cheek. “I want to tell you something,” he adds.
“Ok,” I squeak, hoping I’ll like it.
“You have an amazing body Coral,” he says, making me feel self-conscious. “So sexy and your curves…” He blows out a deep breath. I can’t help smiling shyly at him. “And these babies,” he adds, squeezing both my breasts. “I’ve never seen a better pair. I don’t think I'm ever going to get my fill of you.”
“Huh! Who’d have thought it, Tristan the sex maniac,” I blurt.
“Maniac for you,” he admits, his eyes dilating as he leans forward like a predator stalking its prey.
“Do we have time?” I ask feeling quite astonished he can go again. He moves us so that the full length of his body is pressed against mine, my back to the mattress. I can feel his erection digging into my belly. Then his look changes to the same one he had last night – the broody look. “What is it?” Tristan closes his eyes and presses his forehead against mine. After a moment, he opens his eyes and gently kisses the tip of my nose.
“You’re so beautiful, so brave…” He whispers, his voice all husky and sexy again.
“Why did you say that last night?” I question.
“Say what?” He asks, his eyebrows knitting together.
“That you don’t know why I love you? You made it sound as though you don’t think you deserve me?”
“I don’t,” he answers smartly.
I frown deeply at him. “Yes, yes you do,” I say, feeling totally bewildered that he would think that.
“Can I make you happy?” he questions aloud.
“You do,” I bark. “Tristan what’s this really about? You said you had breakfast in bed before then you broke off like you didn’t want to talk about it. Did she hurt you or something?” Tristan looks horrified, like I’ve really caught him out. “Tristan talk to me,” I whisper, trying to coax him into telling me.
“It’s...it’s, very difficult when you’re a man in my position.” Tristan sits up with me in his arms so I’m sat in his lap again, but I know he’s not finished so I keep quiet. He reaches up and softly strokes my cheek. “Having money isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I mean yeah, it is great being able to buy whatever you want, whenever you want it, but…” He takes a deep breath and exhales, running his hand through his hair. “Finding someone who genuinely likes you for who you are, and not your money is…difficult. I met a woman, eight years ago now. We dated for three years I thought we had something special. I thought I loved her, but it turned out…” He takes another deep breath.
“I feel so fucking lucky to have met you and that you feel the same for me as I do for you, that it’s genuine. You don’t know how often I’ve wondered if I’d ever find that girl, that would be with someone so different like me. She was like you at first, she said that she liked the fact that I was different. Then one day I was told by a confidant that she’d been seen out with her ex, on the very night she told me she was out with her girlfriends, I was gutted. When I confronted her about it, she told me that she was comforting him, that his father had died suddenly.
“She told me that they had stayed in contact as friends and that there was nothing more there, but I knew she was lying, the confidant told me that she kissed him at the end of the evening. When I asked her about it, she flat out denied it, she said that she loved me, wanted to marry me, spend the rest of her life with me. But I couldn’t look her in the eye and see…” He closes his eyes for a moment. “I lost the trust and a relationship without trust just doesn’t work. So I ended it, she begged me not to, cried a lot, swore to me that nothing had happened between them, but for me it was over.” He stares out at the window for a moment, then looks back at me and slightly shakes his head.
“After that happened, I kind of resigned myself to being on my own, or meeting someone who had their own money. Which I did, if you’re in the right circles you generally do, but none of them held any interest for me…then I met you.” Tristan gazes down at me and strokes my cheek. “I'm just as scared as you are, of being hurt, of you leaving me. But I trust that you’re here right now because of me, not my money.” He frowns deeply searching my face.
“Tristan,” I breathe, I need to make him understand. “I can’t do anything about the fact that you have money, that you’re rich. But I'm telling you now, if you somehow lost it all, I’d be standing right by your side through it all, and from then onwards. Or if I’d have met you and you didn’t have money, I’d still be here with you right now. It’s you I want not your money.” He smiles down at me and gently kisses my lips, but I want to tell him more, how I really feel, what I’ve been holding back from him.
“You rocked my world when I first saw you, turned it upside down. I was completely beside myself, no man has ever affected me the way you have. So I'm really glad that you’ve met me, someone who loves you for who you are and I’ll tell you something else. No-one in the world will ever love you as much as I do, and will for the rest of my life. I know we have only known each other for a short amount of time, but I know it, I feel it, I couldn’t imagine being with anybody else. And to think of what it would be like to not have you in my life is just....un-imaginable.” I shudder as a recall leaving him again.
Tristan’s arms snake round my waist and he gazes at me in awe. Now I get it, now I understand why he’s so happy that he’s met me. It makes perfect sense, and I agree, it must be really tough to meet someone who genuinely wants you, not your millions. It also explains why he hasn’t had a relationship for such a long time.
Tristan smiles bashfully at me as I lean down and kiss his lips again. “Forever,” I whisper.
“And ever,” he adds running his fingers through my hair, softly kissing my lips – And I know it’s going to happen again...
IN A DREAM LIKE STATE I wobble to the bathroom. Tristan has gone downstairs to warm up the cappuccinos in the microwave. I’m supposed to be getting ready, but I don’t seem to have much concentration. I feel like I'm floating on air, I don’t even feel like I’m in my own body. Is this what being in love, and having hot, body-rocking sex is like? If it is, then I’ve been a fool, a very big fool to be thinking I wasn’t missing out on anything.
Dropping my towel to the floor, I step under the overlarge square shower, and turn it on. I lean my head back, close my eyes and let the water cascade across my face, and soak my hair. Picking up my body wash, I go to squirt some into my hands, but I’m suddenly aware I’m not alone, I spin around.
Tristan is casually leaning against the shower door. He’s got his arms crossed and he’s gazing at me with a hot, heated look. I swallow hard. All he’s wearing are his sweats; his glorious upper body is all on show for me. I want him again – Coral you just did it, three times!
Tristan is smiling at me with such a seductive look in his eyes, I think I may climax without him even touching me.
“Mind if I join you?” He asks. Join me? Is he kidding? I’m in the shower!
“I...” I
suddenly feel very, very shy. “Really?” I squeak in astonishment.
“If you don’t mind,” he says his sexy smile appearing.
“Um...I...I guess so,” I say, thinking I probably look like a drowned rat at the moment. Tristan strips his sweats off and opens the door. I instantly notice his penis is standing to attention, yet another erection. What’s this guy on?
“Are you on drugs?” I giggle through the spray.
“Drugs?” He cocks his head to the side. I grin widely and look down at his erection with one eyebrow cocked up. “Yes,” he growls, grabbing hold of me, and pressing the length of his body against mine. “You’re my drug and I’m very, very addicted.”
“I better give you a hit then,” I giggle, placing my hands on his backside and pressing him harder against me.
“Stay there,” he whispers and dashes out the shower, seconds later he is back with a condom on his erection. Boy he doesn’t waste time!
As he reaches me, he pulls me to him and kisses me hard. Then he takes a couple of steps forward and pushes me against the tiled wall, his hands all over my body, his kiss heated, wanting, so full of love and passion – This is so hot!
“Wrap your legs around me baby.” I gasp and do as he asks.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper shyly.
“Done what?” He asks, kissing me hard again.
“Showered with someone,” I whisper.
He frowns down at me. “And shower sex?” I smile shyly and shake my head at him. He smiles enigmatically at me. “Keep your legs gripped,” he says as his hands lift me up further, then he reaches down to his erection and slowly sinks himself into me, filling me right up – God I want him, so badly, he turns me on so much. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. Then surprising me, he really starts to move, fast.
He makes a low, sexy noise in the back of his throat, then he grasps my wet hair between his hands and kisses me, hard, pulling my lips harder against his, his tongue invading my mouth…Holy crap!
Picking up the pace we move faster together, Tristan pounding up into me. I’m bouncing up and down, my breasts jiggling as I try to hold onto the sensation without climaxing too quickly. I open my eyes and watch as Tristan takes hold of my left breast, he squeezes and caresses it, then sucks the erect nipple.
“Oh god!” I come un-done, climaxing loudly, watching him do that was so fucking sexy. I grip my arms around his neck, my leg muscles tensing while my orgasm overtakes me, each wave making me feel weaker, light headed....I think I'm going to pass out.
Tristan is still pounding up into me, then suddenly he stills, his mouth open, his tongue tracing my bottom lip, his eyes wide and dilated. “Fuck…” He hisses as he finds his release, gently biting my bottom lip.
We sink down to the shower floor and for some odd reason I begin to giggle, then I really start to laugh – I think it’s because I’m so elated, so happy and I’ve just had...I’ve lost count how many orgasms I’ve had so far this morning?
Hysterical laughing now ensues – Maybe it’s because I feel good about sex again?
“What are you laughing at?” Tristan asks, laughing too.
“I don’t know,” I cry out, rolling onto the floor, laughing so hard that my belly is truly starting to ache. Tristan can’t help but join in with me, laughter is too infectious like that.
WHEN WE FINALLY COMPOSE ourselves and the laughing has ceased, Tristan helps me to my feet, he pulls the condom off and throws it on the shower floor. We kiss each other ardently, caressing, squeezing and appreciating each other’s body.
“Can I wash you?” Tristan asks. I find it strange he would want to do that. Then I feel his erection grow against my belly.
“Maybe another time,” I whisper against his lips. “If you do, I don’t think we’ll get out of here.” Tristan grins cheekily at me, and kisses me sweetly, then checks the time on his watch.
“I think you’re right.” He suddenly looks serious. “We have ten minutes,” he adds.
“What?” I gasp, “I’ll never be ready on time!” Tristan strokes my cheek it instantly calms me.
“You don’t need to be ready baby. We know where everything is going. I can sort it, take your time.” I take a deep breath feeling calmer. “May I?” Tristan says pointing to the shower.
“Be my guest,” I say gesturing for him to go first.
Leaning back against the tiles, I watch him shampoo his hair. I watch the bubbles ripple across his shoulders, down his mighty fine pectorals, swimming into a v as they reach his slim abdomen, then down to his impressive manly parts – Boy I’m a lucky woman.
Tristan winks at me as he sees me watching him. “Enjoying yourself?” he chuckles.
“You have no idea,” I answer dryly, biting my bottom lip. The urge to get down on my knees and taste him is...overwhelming.
“Later,” he admonishes, his eyes darkening. I pout like a teenager. Tristan finishes up and pulls me under the shower. “Don’t be too long,” he tells me sternly, then kisses me briefly before he leaves, leaving me spent and sated.
Something deep within me blossoms. I can't explain what it is, all I know is how it makes me feel, and I feel like I’m on drugs, high as a kite. I sigh blissfully, I was intending to take a long lazy shower, but now, all I want to do is be as quick as possible and be next to him again. I’m really starting to feel kind of lost and empty when he’s isn’t next to me.
I wonder to myself if that is a good thing, if this ends, goes wrong, I don’t think it’s something I will ever recover from – I push the mournful thought away and try to keep my mind focused, as George has taught me, on the now and what Tristan and I will be getting up to today...
TEN MINUTES LATER AND I’M DONE. Hair washed, body shaved in all the right places and buffed with my shower cream and exfoliating sponge – now I feel refreshed. I have dressed in my white skinny, three quarter length jeans, my mint camisole and my green wedges to match.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my cheeks look flushed – guess that’s all the sexing! Smiling broadly at myself, I pick up my make-up bag and start putting on my face. I go through the motions on autopilot, because I can’t stop thinking about what Tristan revealed to me this morning. Quite frankly, I'm shocked that he’s been on his own for so long, longer than me in-fact, and I can’t help wondering about this girl and whether she did in fact cheat on him. Then I wonder who the confidant was. Who told him that they were seen together? Must have been someone he really trusted.
I brush the stupid thought away. If Tristan had stayed with her he wouldn’t be here with me now, so I have to be thankful to the confidant, whoever it was. Then I think about his broodiness last night, that strange look he had. I have to wonder what was going through his mind? I hope it doesn’t return, it gave me such a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach – Stop Coral, don’t think like that! – I shake my head at myself, look up at my reflection and finish off my make-up, trying my best to quiet the crazy talk going on in my head.
With my make-up done and my hair drying naturally with a lovely wave, I walk back into the bedroom and pick up my handbag. Finding my mobile, I quickly check my messages and see I have none from Rob or Carlos - I wonder if they’re ok?
I try to tell myself they’ve gone away on holiday to try and renew their relationship or something, make amends, at least I hope that’s what’s going on; and if it is, I hope they are having a good time. Then I think of Bob – Shit! – I’ve just realised I won’t be there tomorrow to cook him his Roast Dinner. I better call Gladys, see if she will take one over to him, at least it will ease the guilt I'm feeling for not being there for him.
“Hello?” A deep male voice answers the home line.
“Malcolm?” I say, feeling surprised he’s answered the line.
“Yes?” He says.
“It’s Coral.”
“Ah, hello darling.” He sounds genuinely pleased to hear from me.
“Hi, is’ – “I’ll go get
her for you. How are you feeling, is your nose better?”
“Yes thanks, much better.”
“Good, glad to hear it. Darling, Coral’s on the phone for you…” I can hear Gladys in the background, she sounds busy.
“Be quick darling, I’ve got bacon and eggs on the go,” she says a little frantically
“Can you take Bob a dinner tomorrow?”
“Oh goodness poor Bob, I won't be here darling.” Damn it!
“It’s ok, I’ll sort it,” I gripe. “You’d better go before your eggs burst,” I add.
“Bye darling.” She slams the phone down.
“Bye,” I mumble sarcastically to my mobile and hang up. I guess I better talk to Tristan, I’ve got to get some decent food in Bob somehow? Throwing my mobile in my bag, I skip down the stairs to find him.
Reaching the kitchen, I spy Tristan sat on one of the breakfast stools, going through some paperwork. He hasn’t seen me so I take a moment to appreciate him. He’s dressed in a fitted black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of trainers; he really does look too good to be true.
Just as I think, that he runs a hand through his messed up hair, making my stomach flutter madly, I don’t know why he hasn’t combed it into place, as is his usual style, but I don’t care, he looks really hot – really hot and sexy and I like it, I like it a lot.
I’M SAT ON ONE OF THE BREAKFAST STOOLS with my arms and legs wrapped around Tristan as he kisses me over and over. He seems different today, like he’s gotten over his broodiness about what I told him. I hope so, this Tristan I like, he’s playful and sexy and I can’t get over how much he seems to like me, love me even?
“What are you thinking about?” he asks kissing me again, his tongue softly lapping against mine, making my legs feel wobbly even though I’m not standing.
“You,” I answer honestly.
“Me?” He says, surprised.
“Yeah,” I try to hide the sigh.
“What about me?” he enquires, kissing the corner of my lips.
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