CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2)

by Delaney, Clair

  “Is it?” He questions – How could he be unsure of that?

  “Kiss me,” I whisper.

  Tristan entwines his hands in my hair and pulls my head down so our lips connect. It’s like he’s kissing me for the first time, I’m instantly transported to another world. His kiss consumes me, caresses me, it’s so powerful and strong, his tongue expertly lapping against mine – I think I’m going to faint, I feel dizzy. “Coral…” He moans against my lips. It heats my body, boils my blood and makes everything south of my belly clench with delicious anticipation. I moan in response and kiss him back, reveling in his skill, how he tastes – Fuck, I’ll never get enough.

  Unfortunately, we start to get a bit heated, forgetting all about the camera man. Until he clears his throat bringing our attention back to him, we both look up surprised and a little embarrassed.

  “All done,” he says, looking embarrassed and starts to take the card out of his camera.

  I bite my lip feeling guilty. Tristan lifts me off his lap and we walk shamefaced to the front of the shop. Tristan pays the photographer and we waltz out of there with a twenty A4 shots that the photographer printed off for us. Tristan also bantered with him to send the photos in a zip file so we can blow up any particular ones that we like and frame them. Great! I really don’t want pictures of me all over the house!

  The moment we are out the shop, Tristan pulls me against his body. “Any other secrets to do with me that you want to share?”

  “No,” I answer playfully, he leans down and kisses me, hard. We hear someone shout ‘get a room’ and quickly pull apart. Ok, that was uncomfortable!

  “So where to now?” He chuckles.

  “The beach,” I say, grinning widely.

  “The beach it is,” he says, his answering grin reflecting mine.

  CHAPTER NINE

  WE LOCATE A BEACH CALLED Camber Sands, it’s truly breathtaking. Miles of white sandy beach with lots of sand dunes, my mind instantly pictures Tristan and I up to no good behind one of the sand dunes, my body quivers just thinking about it. Definitely got sex on the brain!

  As we stroll along the beach, enjoying the sunshine and the nice breeze that’s kicked up, I can’t help wondering what Gladys and Debs are up to and why Gladys didn’t tell me about Malcolm. I hatch a plan that I intend to execute next week. Then I start thinking about telling Tristan about my dream of him, and the image I had of marrying him, but I chicken out. I just feel like it’s too soon and I might blow it.

  “You’re quiet. What are you thinking about?” Tristan wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple. I panic for a second then try to think of something random to say.

  “Dancing.” Weird!

  “Dancing? Yes you can certainly do that,” he offers.

  “I was half expecting to have to wipe the drool from your mouth,” I banter.

  “Oh, ha, ha, I can’t help it if you totally blow my mind. You really are a very sexy dancer.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself Mr Freeman, got some sexy moves going on there.”

  “Thanks.” Tristan looks very pleased with himself, but in fairness not many men can look that good on a dance-floor. Tristan absolutely, without doubt does!

  “Maybe that should be my new career, lap dancer,” I retort. Tristan stops walking halting me too. As I look up, I see his mouth has popped open, his brows are pulled together and he’s staring, wide eyed at me.

  “J-Joke,” I stutter. He blinks several times, his face still contorted. Jeez chill out!

  “Not a funny one!” he barks back.

  I giggle and snuggle against his chest. “As if I would do that,” I say.

  “Do you do that often, dancing?” He says.

  “Used to be out every Friday and Saturday night with Harriet, then it all stopped, well everything stopped.” Tristan tightens his grip on me. “But I think I would have stopped anyway, I was partying too hard and the hangovers were becoming a little bit much to take, and I was desperate to have my own place, so I saved the money I would normally spend on a night out. I knew it would bulk up my deposit and get me there quicker. Then when I got the studio, I joined the gym, met Rob and got a social life again.”

  “And you haven’t been out dancing since?” he asks.

  “Sometimes with Rob, but only if it was a gay bar and Carlos was with us.”

  “Carlos?” Tristan stops us again. “Who’s Carlos?” I look up at him and smile.

  “Are you jealous Mr Freeman?” I ask, smiling broadly.

  “Yes.” He answers honestly, taking me by surprise. “I’m jealous of any man that gets to spend time with you.”

  I giggle at that one. “Carlos is Rob’s husband.”

  “Oh.” His frown disappears and we start walking again. “So, you were saying…about dancing?”

  “Well, Carlos is a big beefy guy so I knew if any blokes gave me a hard time, he’d sort it for me. Do you go out dancing?” I add, instantly picturing him in a dark nightclub, doing his thing - Man he can move!

  Tristan shakes his head with a mock laugh. “No, not really a little bit through University.”

  “Too busy building an empire,” I answer dryly.

  “Yeah, I guess.” I look up at him, he looks a little sad.

  “Can I ask you something, it’s just an observation,” he states.

  “Shoot,” I say without thinking about it.

  “I’ve never seen you in a dress or skirt for that matter, not at work or’ – “I prefer jeans,” I interrupt wanting to get off the subject. “And at work?” Bollocks! I decide not to answer and just shrug my shoulders.

  “Alright I get it, subject closed.” He says, his soulful eyes capturing me.

  I lean up and kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  Tristan stops walking and gazes down at me, he’s got that strange look again, he leans down his hands holding my face and kisses me so tenderly I almost faint. “Gotcha!” He grabs me by the waist as I hang onto his strong arms. He pulls me closer against his chest. “You need food,” he says sternly.

  “No, it’s you,” I answer breathlessly.

  “Me?” He retorts, his voice high.

  “Yes, you just...” I can’t find the words, it’s so hard to describe how amazing and heady he makes me feel. “I told you, you take my breath away,” I whisper keeping my eyes closed while the blood rushes back to my head.

  “Ditto,” he whispers in my ear.

  I squeeze him tighter and bury my head under his chin. “Tristan,” I mumble. “You’re changing my mind,” I whisper.

  “Changing your mind about what?” he whispers back.

  I take a deep breath. “About…well, us you know, moving in together…getting married.”

  “I am?” he says, sounding surprised.

  I swallow hard. “Yeah…I think I want to marry you.” What? Coral, what are you doing!

  “You do?” I look up and see Tristan’s face break into his most breathtaking smile.

  “Yeah,” I sigh. “Someday…” I rest my head against his chest closing my eyes as I do. Tristan doesn’t say anything, he just wraps his arms around my shoulders and holds me, for which I'm truly grateful. I can’t believe I just said that out loud, so much for waiting!

  WHEN WE ARRIVE BACK IN BRIGHTON, Tristan drives straight to The Sportsman so I can purchase Bobs dinner.

  “What are you doing?” I question as I take off my seatbelt.

  “Coming in with you,” he says.

  “Tristan, you don’t need to hold my hand,” I scold. “Besides, someone might scratch your car,” I warn teasingly, considering the car park is pretty packed.

  He suddenly stops and looks around the car park. “You’re right, I’ll wait here.” I smile sweetly at him, step out the car and head into the restaurant…

  Five minutes later I am back with Bob’s dinner. Tristan steps out the car, takes the bag off me, helps me into the seat then places the bag on my lap. “Don’t spill it,” he warns, I can't
help giggling at him. I actually consider winding him up by pretending to almost drop the bag, but he might try and save it, then crash the car, so I decide against that plan!

  Five minutes later, I am knocking on Bob’s door. “Coral,” he says, looking surprised.

  “Hey Bob, got your dinner.” I say brightly.

  “Coral, you didn’t need to do that,” he says. “Come on in.” I step inside, walk over to the kitchenette, grab a plate and dish up his dinner. Then I fold out his little table and place his meal down. “Come on Bob, don’t let it get cold.” I say.

  Bob walks over to me, and squeezes my shoulders. “You spoil me Coral,” he says sweetly.

  “I like looking after you,” I tell him. “Besides, you need a decent meal inside you. You can’t keep eating all that canned crap,” I remind him.

  “Thank you darling, you really are the sweetest,” he says and starts tucking into his food. Jeez he sounds like Tristan!

  “Need anything else before I go?” I ask looking around his studio. Everything looks good, it smells and looks clean and there’s no sign that Bob is struggling with anything.

  “No darling, you’ve done enough.” He tells me.

  “Ok, but you have my number if you need me right?” I remind him.

  “Yes, stop fussing,” he scolds. I smile down at him, kiss his cheek and head out the door; feeling desperate to be back in Tristan’s presence, I miss him already, I wave to Bob as I shut the door behind me. As I pass my studio, I stop and take a quick peek inside and see that all is well.

  Then as I carry on walking towards the gym, I have the strangest feeling, like I’m leaving a part of me behind. I shrug it off and carry on walking along the concourse, back to Tristan waiting for me at the gym car park.

  AS WE DRIVE BACK TOWARDS TRISTAN’S mega pad, the atmosphere in the car charges, getting heavier and denser the closer we get to it. We keep stealing silent glances at one another, and I have a very strong feeling we are both thinking the same thing. Parking the car Tristan jumps out at lightning speed and opens my door for me, pulling me out a little vigorously; he crushes me to him, and kisses me with a renewed passion I have not felt from him before – something’s different, but whatever it is, I don't care – I want him, right here, right now.

  He suddenly stops and gazes down at me. “Do that again,” I challenge. He leans down and kisses me, hard. I jump up and wrap my legs around him, kissing him back with as much passion as I can muster, everything south of my navel tenses and tingles in anticipation.

  Tristan marches over to the front door, unlocks it, pushes it open steps inside and kicks it closed with his foot, then he slams us up against the wall, right next to the alarm. Then he lets me go, leaving me breathless, and punches the code into the alarm.

  I stay frozen up against the wall, watching him, then he’s back in front of me, not touching me, but staring at me with a dark, solicitous look in his eyes.

  He places his hands against the wall either side of my face and leans into me, his lips inches from mine. “What do you want Coral?” he asks, in his husky sexy voice.

  Every muscle in my body clenches in delicious anticipation. “You,” I whisper.

  His mouth swoops down on mine, pushing, pulling…wanting. No!

  I had other ideas. I push him forward then yank him by the arm, swing him around and slam him up against the wall. “What the’ – I place my finger on his lips to silence him. Then sink to my knees – I want to taste him.

  “Coral – “Don’t say anything,” I warn and unbuckle his belt, then I open the button on his jeans, pull down the zip, and pull his boxers down with his jeans so his erection springs free.

  I take hold of him with my right hand and gently squeeze, running my hand up and down his shaft, I stare up at him, then lean forward, place my left hand on his thigh and take him in my mouth. “Jesus,” he hisses. He tastes so good! This is so hot!

  I lick, suck and tease his tip with my tongue, then cover my teeth and take him into my mouth. I’m not sure how far I want to go with this, but I suck hard. I’m not really sure what I’m doing as I haven’t had any practice, but I try my best.

  “Ahh…Coral!” I hear his moans of desire, it feels so good to hear, it feels so good to know I can do this and he’s enjoying it. I suck him several times, his erection getting harder and heavier in my mouth. I decide I want him like this. I want him to come like this. I’ve never done that before. “Coral stop,” he grunts. “Or I will come,” he states. “And I don’t want to.” He adds.

  I look up at him, his head is arched back his eyes squeezed shut, I think he’s trying to control his orgasm so I suck harder, flicking my tongue back and forth across his tip, taking him deeper into my throat. Whoa! This is really turning me on too!

  I look up at him, he’s completely at my mercy. Desire swims so strongly inside me that I feel myself climax a little too; he’s just so damn sexy.

  “Coral I...” Tristan shudders once. I feel his leg tense beneath my hand. He bends forward, I look up at him, he’s almost stopped breathing, his mouth is slack, his eyes dark. I suck harder, he tenses again, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment then they flash open.

  Our eyes lock right at the moment I feel him ejaculate in my mouth. I keep sucking and swallow quickly, not sure about whether I like it or not, then I swallow again as Tristan shudders once, twice, three times. I feel his legs shake a little. I can't help but feel triumphant.

  As I look up at him, I kiss his tip, smack my lips together then smile shyly at him. That was so hot! I didn’t know doing that would turn me on so much. I’ll definitely be doing that again.

  Surprising me, he leans down grasps me by the shoulders, pulls me up against him, turns me around and crushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, pressing the length of his body against mine. I can still taste him in my mouth.

  “Jesus Coral…” he hisses against my slack mouth. “Have you done that before?”

  “No,” I squeak. I can see the surprise in his eyes it makes me feel even more triumphant.

  He leans down and kisses me, slowly, softly, his tongue doing a slow salsa with mine, then he pulls back and gazes at me like I’m the air that he breathes – again.

  “My beautiful, sexy woman,” he whispers. Whoa!

  “My sexy man,” I whisper back. Tristan swoops down, crushing his lips against mine, pushing my lips apart, moaning and groaning as his tongue pushes into my mouth, probing hard. I suck hard against it as desire, thick and heavy pulses through me. He suddenly pulls back and gazes down at me again.

  “Arms up,” he orders so I do. He pulls my t-shirt off me, then he unhooks my bra and throws it to the floor, he crouches down, his hands on my hips and sucks hard on my right nipple. My legs start to shake uncontrollably.

  “Tristan,” I gasp. “I can’t stand.”

  He picks me up into his arms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he pants. I wrap my legs around him, and with my arms around his neck, he walks us over to the sofa, kissing and caressing me the whole time. Throwing me down onto the sofa, he rips of his t-shirt, kicks off his trainers, then slides his jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop and steps out of them. I have never seen him undress so quickly.

  He’s stood above me, completely naked, his erection hard and ready for more. Boy he’s a sight for sore eyes, just look at all those muscles ripple – my body reacts by sending another wave of shivers between my legs, I feel my underwear moisten even more and my clitoris throb with anticipation.

  I lick my lips and stare up at him. He leans down and swiftly removes my trainers, socks and jeans then he slowly makes his way up my body, starting with my feet, kissing, sucking, and squeezing with his hands, moving all the way up my legs. I tremble and shiver and I know I'm going to climax the moment his lips or tongue touch my sex, I'm so close...

  Peeling my knickers off slowly and seductively, Tristan throws them aside, and opens my legs so wide it’s almost too painful, using his soft fingers to open me up, he
licks his lips and stares down at me, his eyes full of deep and delicious thoughts –Fuck!

  I moan and throw my head back urging him to taste me, lick me – I look up again, locking eyes with him as his fingers start to make slow circular movements, his eyes not leaving mine, making my body convulse, my hips push upwards...

  “Taste me!” I cry out unable to take the pressure, I need to come.

  He leans down, keeping eye contact with me the whole time, his look full of devilish delights, then his tongue flips out and teases my nub, over and over, round and round. I feel the build up taking over me, every cell in my body awakening and exploding...

  “Oh god…” I cry out as I feel my pelvic muscles contract.

  “Come for me Coral.” Tristan demands, right at the moment I reach the precipice. I come hard, my body bucking and bowing, all thoughts are gone, I’m just sensation…

  I feel Tristan leave me, opening my eyes in confusion I see him crouched next to his jeans. Two seconds later, he’s stood over me, placing a condom over his erection, he stops and gazes down at me for a second. Then slowly he crawls up the sofa so he’s hovering above me, his elbows supporting his weight. He kisses me so gently, it brings tear to my eye.

  “Beautiful,” he whispers and slowly eases himself into me. I close my eyes, and throw my head back. Oh he’s so perfect for me…I feel so full…

  Tristan leans up, his back straight, and grabs hold of my thighs then he really starts to move, like he did earlier.

  I gasp and moan as he picks up the pace. “Tristan,” I whisper.

  I pull my legs up and open them wide, just as he leans down and caresses my breasts, squeezing and rubbing my already pert nipples, then he really starts to move, pumping harder into me. The feeling is exquisite, all sensation and touch, then he moves his position, hitting the absolute right spot inside me.

  “Ahh, faster,” I gasp as I feel myself tighten around him.

  “Christ…” Tristan complies and starts pounding into me, I feel his balls slapping against my backside. I feel everything quicken and tighten inside me and I climax again, shattering into a million pieces. I feel like I'm going to pass out, the orgasm just goes on and on and on....