“You’re so sexy,” he whispers, then leans down and claims my mouth, kissing me hard. I squeak aloud as pleasure spikes through my whole body, I want him now – God this is so fucking hot!
“Bend over baby,” his soft husky voice requests. Oh doggy position!
I lean forward, my torso resting on the cool breakfast bar, just aching to feel him inside me. Instead, he bends down and starts trailing soft kisses across my backside, his fingers finding my clitoris again, then he bites each cheek softly, making me gasp aloud.
“Oh baby, you have such beautiful skin, so soft,” he murmurs sending kisses down the back of my legs, his fingers still caressing my clitoris. I can't take it anymore.
“Tristan!” I gasp. I’m going to come.
“What do you want?” he questions.
“You, in me,” I garble. He stands up, his fingers still teasing me and then he slowly, positions himself at the opening of my sex, teasing me. “Please…” I whimper and ever so gently, he pushes himself inside me. Then he pulls back and does the same thing again, then again…
“Yes,” I cry out.
“More?” He asks.
“Yes, faster…” I beg. He picks up the pace, my muscles instantly clenching. Everything starts to quicken, tighten… – Really...now…already?
“Christ… you’re so tight,” he groans.
“Faster Tristan, I’m going to…” I can't finish my sentence, I have to concentrate or I’ll come and fall to the floor. He picks up his pace, moving in and out of me, my insides clenching with this delicious torture. I want to come, but I don’t want him to stop. I would quite happily spend the rest of my life with Tristan buried in me. The room starts to fill with the smell of sexy lovemaking, our sweaty bodies and Tristan…Oh his scent drives me wild!
“Oh god…” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to control the building, but it’s no use it’s going to happen now!
“Tristan!” I call out as we reach our high together.
“Christ Coral…” he cries out, finding his release and collapsing on top of me...
AS I LAY THERE IN SOME SORT OF POST-COITAL GLOW, Tristan starts to kiss my back. He slowly works his way up across my shoulders, until he reaches my neck. I turn my head to the side and smile up at him.
“How about that bath?” he chuckles.
“I think I need it now,” I titter back. He kisses me briefly, then slowly, he pulls out of me, making we wince.
“Sore?” he asks.
“Yes,” I scold. “No more of your sexing Mr Freeman.” I tease turning round to face him.
He smiles sweetly at me, then his face turns serious, brooding as he gently runs a finger down my cheek. “My beautiful, sweet girl,” he whispers and softly kisses me.
I close my eyes and lean my head against his chest. “My gorgeous, gentle man that makes me feel so safe and protected,” I whisper back. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”
“Or I you,” he adds. Oh Tristan, I love you so…
“I’d better get up there,” I say leaning back to gaze up at him. “If you want to be fed that is?”
He smiles enigmatically at me then sinks to his knees. Oh no! Not more sex?
“Tristan, what are you doing?” I ask wearily.
“Lift up your leg.” He says. I frown and give him my right ankle. He slowly undoes the strap and takes off my wedge, then does the same with the other leg. Then he slowly pulls down my knickers and jeans, so I’m just stood there completely naked, while he’s still fully dressed, well, apart from his impressive manly bits poking out from his jeans. He looks up at me through his long lashes, his eyes all wide like a puppy.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, how sexy?” he says standing to his feet and taking a step back to admire me.
“Tristan!” I squeak, trying to cover the essential bits. “You’re making me feel self-conscious.”
“You should be proud of your body Coral,” he lightly scolds. Shaking my head at him, I lean down to pick up my clothes but he stops me by swinging me up into his arms and kissing me swiftly. “Leave them,” he whispers. “I’ll bring them up when I’ve unpacked the car.”
“Let me help you,” I argue.
“No.”
“Yes.”
He laughs lightly at me. “Do you think you’ll ever just agree to one of my suggestions?” he questions.
“No,” I chortle. “Except…maybe…” I break off.
“Maybe what?” he asks, pecking me on the lips.
“Maybe in the bedroom,” I say, grinning widely. I like Tristan taking control, moving my body how he wants. I like his moves. Plus, I don’t have any of my own, and I certainly don’t have any confidence to perform them, even if I did have.
“Hmm, so I can dominate you in the bedroom, but that’s it?” He says. I frown deeply, my breath kicking up a few notches. That’s not what I meant!
“Who said anything about domination?” I say swallowing hard. “Is…is that what you want to do, dominate me?” I squeak breathlessly.
Tristan stops walking, his frown mirroring mine. “No, I don’t,” he whispers looking confused. Holy Fuck! I swallow hard and try to keep my breathing normal, but I feel like I’m losing it, and this is the last thing I wanted Tristan to see. He’s bound to pick up on it, then question me about it.
He narrows his eyes at me. “What’s wrong?” he softly asks.
“Please let me go,” I beg.
“Permanently?” He questions, his voice low, his jaw clenching.
“No!” I scold. “Just…please, put me down, I’d really like my bath now,” I say trying to change the subject. He releases me so I slide down his body. “Thank you,” I say lightly and kiss his lips.
He’s frowning quizzically at me. I shake my head at myself and bite my bottom lip.
“Sorry,” I whisper then I reach up and softly stroke his cheek, holding his worried gaze for a moment. I smile weakly at him, then silently turn and walk towards the stairs, glad to be away from that conversation happening.
I AM SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BATH, waiting for it to fill up. I have my towel wrapped round me and I have Tristan’s electronic candles going, making the room feel like a relaxing spa. I have my favourite enigma album on – The Screen Behind The Mirror – It’s slow, heavy beat filling the room, relaxing me, soothing me.
I hear a soft tap on the door. “Tristan, you don’t need to knock,” I chuckle.
He pops his head through the door and smiles at me. “May I come in?”
“Yes.” I can't help rolling my eyes at him. He walks over to me, kneels down and looks up at me with those puppy dog eyes again.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says.
“Don’t worry about,” I retort, trying to change the subject.
“Coral, it’s important…very important. I don’t want to fuck up in the bedroom and lose you because of it,” he says.
“You’re not going to lose me Tristan, so it’s irrelevant,” I argue. His lips set into a hard line then he slowly nods his head.
“I have something for you,” he tells me. “Give me a moment.” Tristan walks out the bathroom, when he returns he’s holding a large, gift wrapped box in his hand. “Here, for you,” he says handing it to me.
I cock one eyebrow up and accept the gift. More presents? The first thing I notice is that it’s heavy, which has my curiosity peaked. Pulling at the bow, then lifting the lid off, my heart melts when I see what’s inside – Earlier today as we strolled through the shops, I spied an Aromatherapy shop and popped in to pick up an oil for my bath tonight. The shop assistant had taken me over to the samples to help me chose, leaving Tristan at the counter, talking to the other member of staff. What I evidently hadn’t noticed, was the gift he swiftly purchased for me, we both had so many bags in our hands at the time, it would have been easy to disguise; come to think of it, it was the only time he wasn’t touching me – I run my hand over the lid that says Aromatherapy Essentials.
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“How did you’ – “I have my ways,” he beams interrupting me.
“Brilliant, but sneaky,” I smile.
“Do you like it?” He tentatively asks.
“Yes, I love it,” I say pushing back tears of appreciation. When did I turn into a blubberer? “Thank you,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss him.
“Open it,” he says excitedly. I place the box on my lap and lift the lid. Inside, I can see there are so many bottles of oils that I could be here all night going through them. As I delve further, I see there’s a guide to Aromatherapy book, and an oil burner with tea-lights.
“Do you have any idea how sweet and romantic it is that you bought this for me?”
Tristan shrugs. “I just want to buy you things I know you’ll like...and use,” he says his cheeky grin appearing.
“You have been listening,” I say dryly.
“Attention to detail,” he says tapping his head.
“Well, you’ve got both presents right so far,” I say jingling my bracelet at him.
He smiles shyly at me, gets to his feet, and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be unpacking the car,” he tells me and slowly saunters out of the room.
Picking up the small bottle of Sandalwood oil that I purchased for myself, much to Tristan’s dislike, I shake it so several drops fall into the bath water. Apparently it’s one that’s used for relaxation. I know I definitely need to do more of that! I’m trying, I’m getting there.
As I'm pinning my hair up, I get a flashback of Tristan in the store, arguing with me about who was going to pay for a tiny little bottle of oil. No wonder he got so agitated when I purchased it, he’d already bought this gift for me! I shake my head at myself, it must have cost a fortune!
With the bath filled, I switch off the water, let my towel fall to the floor and step into the humungous egg shaped bath. I sink down slowly into the warm water, it feels wonderful and the scent of Sandalwood in the air is actually making me feel a little drowsy...
“Hey,” I hear his voice whisper. My eyes dart open, I must have drifted off for a second. Tristan is leaning his arms on the edge of the bath, his chin propped on top.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
“May I join you?” He asks very politely – God I love that about him, he’s so gentlemanly.
“Yes.” I smile and watch him strip his clothes off in no time at all.
Leaning forward so he can sit behind me, I suddenly wonder why I haven’t felt hot. It’s been another sweltering day, yet I haven’t felt uncomfortable in the house at all. Tristan pulls me gently towards him so that I’m lying against his chest.
“Has this house got some special coating on the walls or something?” I say.
“Why do you ask?” He questions.
“Because I didn’t know it was so hot outside until we went out, this house is well, cool.” I say by way of an answer.
“That’s because it has an Air-Con system,” he answers.
“A what?” I balk.
Tristan chuckles. “It’s like an air-conditioning unit, but better.”
“That’s a bit extravagant isn’t it? I mean it’s not like we normally get summers like this,” I say.
“True, but it’s been useful so far.” His hands start wandering across my body.
“Oh no you don’t mister,” I playfully slap his hand that almost reached my breast.
“Sorry...you’re kind of hard to resist,” he says kissing my cheek.
“Well resist until I have fed you sir, that’s an order!” I try for a scolding tone but it just comes out as playful.
“Yes ma’am.” Tristan starts massaging my shoulders, just like in my daydream, I surrender to it, it feels magical. I had no idea that being with someone could really feel this good. I thought it was just in books and movies, definitely not in real life. How wrong I have been...
“Nice?” He questions.
“Wonderful,” I breathe.
“Coral, are you afraid of being dominated? It’s something I need to know baby.” Shit! I instantly tense up, his hands pause on my shoulders.
“Why? Do you want to dominate me?” I ask.
“Don’t change the subject,” he scolds.
I sigh heavily. “No,” I murmur.
He continues massaging me, and I have to wonder if he’s doing this on purpose?
“I think what we have is hot, off the charts hot. But everyone’s different, like’s different things…” He says, but I detect a hint of nerves.
“I suppose,” I whisper, scowling at the water.
“This guy that you were with, how long were you two together?” He asks lightly.
“You really want to know?” I sigh.
“Yes.” His answer is immediate. Great!
“Why?” Where’s he going with this?
“I just do,” he says nonchalantly.
“Fine!” I huff. “Two years.”
“Really?” Tristan sounds surprised.
“Yes.”
“Hmm, I didn’t think it would have been that long,” he muses.
“Why?”
“I don’t know really, gut feeling maybe.”
“It was on and off, he wanted more…I…I didn’t.”
“When did it end?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Curious.” I don’t believe him, he has an ulterior motive, I’m sure he has.
I sigh heavily. “Five years ago.”
“So, he never dominated you?” So much for a relaxing bath!
“No.”
“So back to my original question. ARe you afraid of being dominated?”
“No.” I snap back. Liar!
“You’re not?” He questions.
“No, I just don’t like it.” I blurt.
“So why didn’t it work out with this other guy?”
“Tristan,” I sit up and turn in the bath so I’m facing him. “Why are you so interested? It was in the past, it didn’t work out,” I say feeling frustrated.
“Just trying to get to know you baby, like I said I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“You won’t.”
“But unless you’ – “Tristan,” I close my eyes in exasperation. “Seriously, where are you going with this? I came in here to have a nice relaxing bath, and I have to say, so far it isn’t working out for me.” He looks wounded. “Ah Christ Tristan, what?” I say, my hand splashing into the water.
“I guess I’m trying to work out what kind of sexual experiences you’ve had, you know…what you did with him that you liked, so…” He breaks off reading my expression. “You don’t want to say, do you?”
“Not particularly,” I grumble.
“I’d still like to know’ – “Christ,” I take a deep breath. “We didn’t do much of anything, just plain sex Tristan, and no oral, pretty boring stuff. I was young, scared and I had no confidence and no idea of what I really liked, what turned me on. Satisfied?” I snap.
“Did he hurt you?” His voice is suddenly low and ominous, his expression frozen as he waits for my answer.
“No, not in the way you’re thinking,” I say staring down at the bath water.
Tristan seems to relax a little. “How did he hurt you baby?” he asks his voice soft.
I close my eyes. “He cheated on me with my best friend, Harriet.”
“She can't have been much of a friend,” he muses.
“No, I guess not.” I snap. It still stings when I think about it.
“And he can't have realised what he had,” he says.
“Oh he did,” I retort.
Tristan frowns. “If he did then why did he cheat on you?” He asks with his head cocked to the side. I take another deep breath and slowly blow it out. He’s just going to keep questioning me, I know he is, so I may as well just get this over with.
“Because he wanted me to commit to him, move in together and he wanted to do more in the bedroom and I wouldn’t, and…” I grit my teeth. “It’s like I said to you, I’m not sur
e…I still don’t know if I’m doing this right. I don’t know what intimacy is, or how to be close to someone. Harriet was a lot of fun, she was very pretty and very confident, she knew who she was and what she wanted.” I close my eyes trying to push the memory away of me catching them at it. “So I guess they were perfectly matched for one another,” I bite.
“How did you find out?” He whispers reading my mind.
“I caught them shagging,” I hiss.
“Do you miss him Coral?” I look up at him staring down at the water, waiting again for my answer.
“No Tristan! I don’t miss him at all,” I bark. He doesn’t look convinced – Great!
“Look, he was my boyfriend and she was my best friend. I thought they both cared for me, like I did them, so to find them…” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I don’t care that it ended with Justin, it wasn’t going anywhere anyway, and I don’t think it would have bothered me that much if I’d have caught him with someone I didn’t know…but my best friend? If he had come to me and said he wanted to end it, in a respectful way, and then started seeing Harriet, I wouldn’t have minded at all. I’d have been happy for him, for both of them, but they didn’t.
“Look, I know most people don’t think like this, but to me, your best friend should be the person that’s most loyal to you, not the one that does the dirty behind your back with your boyfriend. It made me feel like neither of them gave a shit about me, and that’s what hurts the most. It had been going on for months, and when I caught them, they both disappeared out of my life. I didn’t even get an apology. In one day I lost my boyfriend, my best friend and my social life.”
“Your social life?” He questions.
“I’d known Harriet since school, we were drinking buddies. I didn’t have anyone else Tristan.”
“Oh, I see,” he says frowning back at me. “You didn’t go out with your sister?”
“No, Debs has always been more of a homely girl, and they were trying to conceive so she wasn’t drinking. She told me she was pregnant the same day I’d caught them two at it!”
“Hmm…” Tristan looks deep in thought, then he gazes at me again, his eyes all deep and mysterious. “Do you know what turns you on now?”
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