A Christmas Wish--A Contemporary Erotic Feel Good Christmas Romance (Darkest Fears Christmas Special, Book Four)

by Clair Delaney

  “I bet Erin and Ellie aren’t too happy either – I’m gonna call them now!”

  I squeeze my eyes shut – I shouldn’t have told her. “No Debs! – Don't say anything. Mom and Dad are telling everybody next Saturday at dinner – you got an invite, right?”

  Debs huffs loudly down the phone. “Yeah...” And now she sounds sad.

  “You can come to ours Boxing Day if you like,” I tag on.

  Debs sighs. “Maybe...” she says, sounding thoroughly pissed.

  I frown again, trying my best not to let all of this affect me. “I gotta go Debs,” I say, and now I sound sad too.

  “Yeah...see you later,” she says, and hangs up.

  And trying my best to keep myself up, I remember that I’ve still got George and Phil to invite, as well as Danny, Joe and her kids. I look out the windscreen at the dark, gloomy clouds that have gathered above me, wondering if it’s an omen. Shaking my head at myself, I start the beast up, and head home to Tristan...

  I AM SAT IN OUR DRIVEWAY. I have parked the beast, and switched off the engine, however, I have not moved an inch. I feel completely bemused by the events of my day. I just don't understand why everyone is bailing on me – Maybe they secretly don't want to spend it with me? A loud tapping on the window makes me jump a mile, and also makes me realise I must have been out here for a while, because it’s gone dark outside. I look out the window, and find Tristan is stood there, in the pouring rain, looking very concerned.

  “Coral?” he shouts, ‘what are you doing?”

  I quickly come to my senses. And not wanting Tristan to catch a cold from getting soaked, I grab my bag, open the door, take Tristan’s hand that’s held out, and we both head back inside.

  “Babe?” he says as he locks the front door, ‘why were you sat out there in the car?”

  I turn and look at him. His hair is soaked, beads of water are dripping from his face, and his t-shirt that he’s changed into is completely stuck to him, showing how sexy and defined his body is. My sombre mood is instantly overtaken by desire for this sexy man standing before me – my husband.

  “Where’s Edith?” I ask breathlessly, as I drop my bag to the floor, then unbutton my coat and throw it on the floor too.

  “Actually she’s out for a few hours, Christmas shopping,” he tells me. Yes!

  “And Danny?” I pant, as I pull my boots off, throwing them behind me as I do.

  Tristan seems very bemused by my odd behaviour. “Staying at Joes – Coral what the’ – I launch myself at him.

  As I crash into him, Tristan catches me in his arms, and I kiss him, long and hard. My tongue lapping against his, my legs wrapped around him, my pelvic muscles already contracting as I think about him being inside me.

  I pull back gasping. “I want you,” I pant.

  “Feelings mutual,” he says as he turns around and slams me up against the door, and continues to kiss me with so much passion, it moves me. I moan aloud as he presses himself hard against me, I can feel his erection digging into me, the hard sinew of muscle in his legs, his defined arms holding me up, and his ripped abs and chest as we dry hump against the door.

  “Fuck Coral,” he hisses, as he squeezes my ass cheeks.

  I reach down, find the hem of his t-shirt and rip it off him, and he does the same with me, quickly freeing me of my scarf, jumper and bra. My breasts swell as my nipples harden, just aching for his expertise and his touch. He moans again, bends down, takes my right nipple in his mouth, and sucks, while his left hand caresses the other.

  “Ahhh...” I throw my head back against the door as the feeling heads straight down below, my clit is already throbbing, and I can feel myself already coming. “Tristan...” I gasp. I grab his hair, and send my fingernails down his back with my other hand.

  He moans a low growl as I do this, and knowing it turns him on so much, I do it again. His head comes up, and I use this as my opportunity to unravel myself from him, then I slam him up against the front door and drop to my knees.

  “Coral!” he gasps.

  I pull down his sweats, feeling so glad he changed out of his jeans, and his erection springs free, hard and heavy and so deliciously tantalising. I wrap my hand around him, feeling his warmth then taking him in my mouth, I begin to suck, and pull, and fuck him, hard. I love tasting him, and seeing him come apart at the seams as I do this.

  “Jesus!” He hisses. I look up and see his head is craned back, his muscles bulging, his hands balled into fists as he tries to control himself. So I suck even harder, my tongue swirling round, just the way he likes it. “Stop,” he suddenly pants, so I do, and look up at him. “Sofa, now,” he orders.

  He reaches down, pulls me to my feet, and I jump back up into his arms, pinning my legs tightly around him, still kissing passionately, as Tristan marches us down the hallway.

  We fall down onto the sofa all tangled up in each other, my hand travelling up and down his back. As his hands caress my breasts, my butt, and then he pulls back and looks down at me.

  “Off with these,” he says, his voice low and sexy. And within seconds I am stripped of my jeans, pants and socks.

  I moan aloud again, I am desperate to feel him inside me. “Tristan,” I pant, “In me now,” I garble.

  He stops, his lips midway up my calf, and smiles so sexily at me, I actually come a little. Then he slowly pushes my legs apart, my muscles ache and protest from our shenanigans this morning, and then he is there – his mouth on me, his tongue lapping and swirling against my already throbbing clit.

  “Argh...” I throw my head back, panting with want and need, and then with his tongue still working it’s magic on my clit, he pushes a couple of fingers inside me, constantly rubbing against that deliciously sweet spot inside me that he always manages to find. “Ahh...” I moan again, the double sensation of his mouth on my clit, his fingers inside me, pushing and pulling and bringing me right to the edge.

  “Christ Coral, you’re so fucking wet and ready for me baby,” he growls against my clit.

  And I come, hard, squeezing against his fingers. “Fuck!” I cry out.

  “Oh Coral, you’re so fucking sexy!” he gasps, still fucking my clit with his tongue.

  And as I open my eyes, my head still buzzing, my body still pulsing wildly as my orgasm rips through me, he leans up, takes his erection in his hand and slowly pushes himself inside me, right to the hilt.

  “Tristan!” I mewl aloud at the sensation.

  Leaning down and grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me up in one swift movement, so I’m straddling him. “Fuck me,” he demands, his eyes dark and sensual.

  It’s so fucking sexy. He’s so fucking sexy!

  And so I do fuck him, riding him hard as he pushes himself up into me, and we’re building up speed, gyrating against each other like we haven’t done this in days, and desperately need the release – and my soul swells and stirs within me as I continue, feeling every inch of him within me, the only sound is our breath coming in sharp gusts, our bodies getting sweatier by the minute.

  And I feel it build, sweet delicious waves hitting me one after the other, rising to a crest that I want so badly to reach with him. And just as I’m about to explode, he looks up at me, his eyes wide and dark, and puts his hand against my face to steady me, then kisses me so slowly and sexily, that I just melt into him – This husband of mine that I love.

  And with one more deep thrust into me, I come apart at the seams, just as Tristan pounds into me, then cries out as he reaches his high too. I watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, sweat pouring from his brow, as he pours himself into me, and then we collapse onto the sofa, entwined in each other’s arms. Tristan is on top of me, his head on my chest, my legs wrapped around his as I rhythmically run my fingers through his hair, and we quietly bask in our afterglow...

  I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG we actually lie there for, but our breathing has returned to normal, and I suddenly realise why we got so hot and sweaty – The fire is blazing brightly. Tristan must h
ave put it on ready for my return, as it wasn’t on when I left earlier today.

  His head comes up, pulling me from my thoughts. “Hi,” he says, with a chuckle.

  “Hi,” I chuckle back, and stroke his very handsome face. “Missed you,” I whisper, because it’s the truth and I have.

  “Missed you too sweetness,” he says, and kisses me softly on the lips. “I was starting to worry,” he adds, which makes me want to roll my eyes but I don't.

  I stare back at him, feeling totally loved up. “Why didn’t you call me?” I softly ask.

  “I was about to, and then I saw your car outside and realised you weren’t in the house,” he says, serious now.

  “Oh...” I say, and smile at my baby.

  “What were you doing still sat in the car Coral?” he asks. And I can tell he’s trying to keep it light, but there really is an undertone of worry.

  I sigh, thinking about today’s events. It wasn’t all bad, but not all good either. And then I remember Justin, and really not wanting to go into that right now, I decide on a diversion.

  “Have you eaten?” I ask – actually feeling hungry after that workout.

  “No. You?” he asks.

  “No,” I reply.

  “Not since this morning?” he asks, his brows pulled together in concern.

  “No,” I sigh.

  “You haven’t had lunch?” He scolds. Why oh why didn’t I just say yes?

  “No!” I bite.

  “Coral’ – “What Tristan! Why do you have to keep going on at me about it? I’m hungry now and I want to eat,” I tell him firmly, wondering if now is as good a time as any to have that chat with him.

  He sighs and rests his forehead on my chest. “You’re killing me,” he whispers.

  “No!” I reply, ‘you’re killing yourself with this. I am happy and healthy Tristan,” I softly say, hoping we’re not about to get into an argument. He lifts his head, and I can see it in his eyes that is exactly what’s about to happen, so I take the bull by the horns.

  “Tristan Freeman, if you are about to start arguing with me, after the shitty day I’ve had, then you can damn well eat on your own, and I’ll go down to the Marina, pick Bob up and take him out for tea. At least that way, I won't have anyone nagging me!” Ugh!

  I try to unpeel him from my body, but he’s not to be moved.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his forehead back on my chest as he softly kisses my sternum.

  I sigh, feeling guilty. “Me too,” I whisper back. “But I really am hungry Tristan,” I add.

  His head comes up, his eyes a soft milk chocolate colour. “I’m glad you’ve said that,” he tells me, ‘as I have something special planned for you darling.” And with that, he slowly pulls himself out of me, which makes us both wince slightly.

  “Sore?” I ask, tittering to myself.

  “Yes, you sex craved lunatic!” he teases.

  I gasp in mock horror. “Don't you like your wife pouncing on you when she gets home?” I tease, and wriggle my hips underneath him.

  “Of course I do,” he says as he gets to his feet, ‘but maybe we should take it easy, and hold back for a couple of days?” he adds, looking down at his dick, which admittedly looks a little roar.

  “Like that’s going to happen,” I reply dryly.

  Tristan grins widely at me, his dimples on full wattage, and walks towards the downstairs bathroom to clean himself up. As I hear the door close, I turn onto my side and allow the fire to warm my body that seems to be rapidly cooling – probably because I need food. Then I think about what he just said, and my face falls, all humour gone. He won't need to worry about us holding back and not having any sex, because he won't be here!

  I frown at that thought. I know I shouldn’t be feeling so weird about him going away, as he’s done before, but I am. I try to shake it off, thinking it’s probably just because it’s so close to Christmas, and the fact that Edith won't be here either – “Penny for your thoughts?” Tristan asks as he pulls his sweats on commando style.

  I throw a fake smile at him. “Nothing,” I whisper, and get to my feet. “I’m going to get dressed,” I tell him, and start walking towards the stairs so I can clean myself up from our sexing, touch up my make-up, and get into some warm pyjamas.

  I hear Tristan following me, and as he reaches me, he entwines his forefinger around my little finger, and we walk up the stairs that way, and I know he knows something’s up. And I’m reminded again that I haven’t felt weird or self conscious about the fact that I’m fully naked in front of him since we married. Tristan has given me the gift of self love for my body, and I love him so much for it.

  As soon as we are in the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and looks up at me. I consider heading straight into the en-suite to avoid the argument, but his voice stops me.

  “What’s going on Coral?” he asks – The interrogation begins!

  I sigh, knowing he’s worried, I can see it in his face, and I don't want him to feel like that, so I walk over, and stand in front of him. I run my fingers through his hair as he looks up at me, his puppy dog eyes wide, and I decide on the truth. “I’m feeling weird about you going away,” I whisper.

  “Oh baby,” he soothes, and wraps his arms around my waist, his head is against my stomach, and I realise how silly I’m being. I reach down and kiss the top of his head. “Come with me,” he says, his tone almost begging.

  “I can't now,” I tell him.

  “Why?” he asks.

  “Long story – I’m taking Bob to see Dr Andrews on Monday. I want a second opinion, and I want and need to make sure he’s ok, for my own peace of mind,” I softly say.

  He squeezes me tighter. “Well, why don't you ask Gladys to do it for you?” he suggests.

  I shake my head. “No, I want to be there Tristan, and anyway, I’ll be fine...I’m just being silly,” I whisper, not really sure if I believe my own words.

  “I’ll cancel,” he tells me as he looks up, his big brown eyes pinning me to the floor.

  “No. You’ve been working on this deal for months. You are going. And anyway, if I really do start to feel...weird, I can go and stay at Mom’s,” I say, trying to assure him.

  He sighs, still looking up at me.

  “I’m fine,” I say, purposely rolling my eyes at him with a smile. “Now, would you like to hear about my day? I ask.

  “Yes, I would,” he says and plants a kiss on my belly.

  “Well, can I tell you over dinner – I’m starving,” I say, really feeling hungry now.

  “I’m not surprised Coral. Granola, blueberries and yoghurt is not going to keep you going all day,” he tells me, but in a soft tone so I know he’s not going to be argumentative about it. “Come on my darling let me feed you my special treat,” he says, as he gets to his feet.

  “I need to get cleaned up first,” I say back, and with a quick kiss on his lips, I head into the en-suite...

  AS I STAND IN FRONT of the mirror, making the final touches to my makeup, I hear Tristan rummaging around in the bedroom. I frown at my reflection, wondering what he’s up to, and then sigh heavily. What a strange day! I try to shake it off, and manage to do that as I think about the sexy moment we just shared when I got home. Then adding a little lip gloss, I pop my lips, then dab them with a tissue - You are ready!

  Nodding once to my reflection, I run my fingers rapidly through my hair, so it looks a little wild and sexy, and head out the bathroom. The moment I open the en-suite door, I see a note in Tristan’s handwriting sitting on the edge of the bed. I smile widely, walk my naked butt over to it, and pick it up.

  You are an incredibly bright, beautiful woman, who I dearly love.

  I want to share tonight with you, and show you how much I adore you.

  Come down when you are ready baby.

  Tristan

  xxx

  Tears bubble to the surface at his words. I run over to my bedside cabinet and place his note inside t
he top drawer, with all the other sweet notes and messages I have received from him since we met. Then, not wanting to be apart from him for a minute longer, I dash into my walk-in closet and dress quickly in my pyjama bottoms, and a vest. Then noticing Tristan’s jumper that he hardly ever wears is lying across the chair in the bedroom, I dash over to it, pick it up, inhale his gorgeous scent, and quickly pull it over my head...

  Six

  I RUN DOWN THE STAIRS in a hurry, and as I do, I realise I can hear a man singing, and he has a wonderful gruff voice, it sounds very melodic and relaxing – but I have no idea who it is. Secondly, I can smell spicy food, and I’d take a wild guess that it’s fajitas. I inhale deeply as I run down the stairs, my appetite appreciating the aroma, and as I turn the corner to skip into the living room, I come to an immediate stop when I see him, and what he’s done.

  Tristan is sat on the sofa, in his sexiest dark blue jeans, and a black t-shirt that fits him perfectly. His hands are held together in front of him, his eyes soft and crinkling slightly at the corners as he gazes back at me with a soft, sexy smile, and then everything else starts to register.

  There are several real candles burning brightly in the room, and coupled with the fire, they are creating a beautiful, romantic atmosphere. Our large coffee table has a white cloth over it, and there are several plates and bowls that are artfully arranged and filled with brightly coloured food, making my stomach grumble in appreciation.

  As I take a step closer, I notice two large cushions on the floor in front of the coffee table, two cold bottles of beer, and a bottle of tequila with shot glasses and lime sitting next to it.

  I gape at him, in total awe and adoration.

  “Baby,” he says, as he stands and holds his hand out to me – I immediately feel under dressed.

  “I should go change,” I manage to whisper.

  He smiles sweetly, his dimples on full wattage, and walks towards me. “I don't care what you’re wearing,” he says. As he reaches me, he wraps his arms around my waist, and then he leans down and kisses me softly, and so sweetly, I am moved again by the moment.