CORAL - Forever (A Romance Trilogy, Book 3) (46 page)

“Tristan,” I whisper, pushing my hips up – I want to feel
him inside me, so badly. I hear him chuckle. Then I feel his weight shift
again. Taking me by surprise, he lifts my right leg and kisses my ankle, then
works his way up, over my calf, then he’s kissing my knee.

“Ah yes,” he says. “These sexy legs of yours, if I remember
rightly, I was going to kiss every inch of them,” he whispers.
He remembered
– Oh Tristan!

He continues this way, heading north, kissing my legs all
over until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
Oh god!
I am so hot,
panting, wanting, needing him inside me – now! My hands pulling at the sheets,
my body fit to burst – I’m being taken away on a sensual journey.

“Tristan...I want you, in me...” I manage to garble.

“All in good time,” he teases. I feel him lift my left leg
and begin the same process as he did with my right –
Jesus, I’m going to
internally combust!

As he reaches the apex of my thighs again, he takes both my legs
in his hands, bends my knees and pushes them up, them opens them wide – Whoa!

His hands are resting on my shins, pushing down, holding me
still. Then I feel his lips, there on my sex – I stop breathing. His tongue
slowly begins to tease, up and down, licking me, tasting me, then blowing on me
– I hiss in response, trying so hard to control myself.

“Oh baby,” he says in his most sexy, husky voice. “You have
the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”
What?
– Did he really just say
that?

I am gasping, I can hardly contain myself as Tristan
chuckles and continues his sensual torture, licking, sucking, twirling...and I
know that’s it, I cannot hold on.

“Tristan!” I scream as the most intense orgasm I have ever
had rips through me, sending my senses into disarray. I think I have left
planet earth? Tristan continues, licking sucking, tasting my orgasm.
Christ
stop!
I’m too sensitive, then it builds again – No! No way, I can't, not
again?

My body has other ideas. Tristan releases his right hand
from my leg, then I feel two fingers gently slide inside me, my muscles are
still clenching, squeezing his fingers as they move in and out of me, his
tongue continues to bring me to the brink –
Holy mother of God!

And I come again, my back bowing, my head craning back as
waves of ecstasy continue to pulse through me.
Whoa!

“Baby,” Tristan says, I can tell he’s smiling as he lets go
of my other leg. I feel his body cover mine, then his hands are releasing the
tie. I blink several times as light fills my irises.

I look up and Tristan is hovering over me. “You ok?” he
asks, stroking my hair away from my face. I can see he looks concerned. I hear
the music change, something equally as sensual, a saxophone, it’s a haunting,
melodic tune.

“Tristan,” I moan. My eyes closing for a moment. I still
feel like I’m floating.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he titters. His lips swoop down,
kissing me hard. I can taste my orgasm on his lips, his tongue. “Mmm,” I moan. I
open my eyes and look up at the man I adore, the man that seems to know my body
better than me. Tristan softly kisses me once more, and gazes down at me.

“Well done baby. Did you enjoy that?”

“Tristan that was...” Words fail me. His answering grin is
breathtaking, but now I want to repay the favour. I go to move, but Tristan
shakes his head at me. “But I want to,” I moan.

“It’s late baby, maybe tomorrow?” He says, his eyes glinting
wickedly.

“I’ll hold you to that,” I tease.

“I’m sure you will,” he says. He moves his position so his
legs are either side of me and kneels up, then stretches across me to the
bedside table and grabs a condom. I look up at his impressive length, looming
large above me and lick my lips.

“Like what you see,” he says, coming back to me and throwing
the condom on the bed. Then taking his erection in his hand, he begins to
stroke himself, slowly, up and down. I’m mesmerised.

“Let me,” I say, reaching up.

He shakes his head at me, his dark, broody – sorry, dominant
– look is there. I put my hand back down. Then taking me by surprise, Tristan
moves forward so his erection is almost at my lips, “Kiss it,” he demands.

I smile up at him, lick my lips and gently kiss his tip.

“Ahh..” His eyes close in response and he continues to
stroke himself. So I lean up, take his tip in my mouth and gently suck, his
eyes dart open.

“Jesus!” He hisses, but he doesn’t move, so I continue to
suck him, he’s getting harder in my mouth, even though I only have his tip – God
he tastes good.

“No more,” he says, suddenly moving back. I watch him sheath
himself. Then he leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

“Turn over baby.”
Oh!

I carefully turn onto my stomach. Tristan shuffles back, and
starts to kneed my buttocks. “Mmm..” Feels so good.

“Are you in pain?” he softly asks, his hands stroking up and
down my back, then squeezing my butt cheeks.

“No.” I smile. I’m still floating...

“Ok, then onto your knees baby,” he tells me.
Oh!
I
lean up then rest my weight on my forearms. “Good.” His hands continue to
caress my backside. I can feel his erection at the opening of my sex – Come on
Tristan – Fuck me!

Suddenly his hands are gone, then his left one grips my hip
and he pushes the head of his erection into me and stops.

“Yes,” I moan my eyes closing to the sensation. Then he
pulls out of me and his right hand comes down with a light slap onto my right
cheek –
Fuck!
– Tristan forces his full length into me before I have
time to assimilate it.
Whoa!

He pushes his length in and out of me, causing friction. I
realise my butt is tingling, but it didn’t hurt. “Tristan,” I moan. This is
exquisite.

He pulls out of me again.
No!
– Then he does the
same, pushing into me as he brings his hand down for another light slap –
Damn!

“Coral...” He moans. Tristan picks up the pace, gaining
speed as he slams into me, making low grunting, breathless sounds as he does. He
brings his hand down once more onto my right cheek and I come, instantly, again
and again, squeezing hard against his length as he really starts to move,
fucking me like he’s never done before, and it is so erotic, so sexy. I have no
words, so I moan a long drawn out sound – it’s all I can manage.

“Fuck Coral,” Tristan shouts through clenched teeth. Both
his hands gripping my thighs so hard, it’s almost painful. My insides respond
again, coming hard for the second time –
What the....
Tristan suddenly
stills, finding his release. I am still pulsing around his length, the waves
continuing one after the other...

“Christ Coral,” Tristan gasps between gritted teeth. Then
gently wrapping his arm around my waist, he takes me with him as we collapse
onto the bed. I lie panting, facing Tristan, wrapped up in his warm arms.
“Baby, are you ok?” Tristan asks.

I am unable to respond...I feel...so...so satisfied,
satiated, how odd?

“Coral, please look at me,” he whispers in a worried voice. My
eyes dart open and meet his.

“Tell me your ok,” he says, stroking my hair back away from
my face again, searching my eyes for an answer.

“Tristan, that was....” Again, I’m lost for words. I close
my eyes and grin from ear to ear.

“You enjoyed that?” He asks, sounding a little more
relieved.

“Tristan,” I pant. “That was amazing, you can do that to me
again...anytime,” I whisper.

“You’re not just saying that are you Coral?” he asks, his
concern evident.

I open my eyes, take his face in my hands and stare intently
into his eyes. “No, I’m not just saying that.”
How can I make him
understand?
“Let me tell you something,” I say, swallowing hard. “When I was
with Justin, and we used to...well, you know, I would get flashbacks of what
happened when I was a kid...” I shake my head, not wanting to remember.

“Coral, you don't have to’ – “Explain myself?” I interrupt.

Tristan nods. “Yes, I do. I should have told you this
already...but maybe things happen for a reason, so something as important as
this is said at the right time,” I ponder, then continue.

“From the first time you made love to me, and every time
since, I haven’t had a single flashback. I will admit, I was apprehensive about
trying what we just did, and I’ll tell you now, that would never, ever have
happened with any other man, but that was mind-blowing Tristan. What we just
did was only possible because you make me feel safe, so loved and protected.

“This is the relationship I’ve secretly dreamed of having
all my life, the intimacy, feeling connected, in-love.” I look down feeling
shy, and chuckle. “I still think I’m going to wake up and it’s all been a very
long, wonderful dream.

“You make everything disappear when we make love. All I see,
think and feel is you Tristan, there’s no fear at all.”

“Oh baby.” Tristan pulls me into him, and holds me close.
His one arm wrapped around me, his other gently stroking my back. I have my
head on his chest, my arms holding him tight, our legs are entwined together –
I am in heaven. Hmm, heaven? Maybe that should be our wedding song? Which
reminds me, the haunting track is still playing.

“Tristan, this music, who is it?” I sleepily mumble.

“Vangelis. It’s the Love Theme from Bladerunner.”

“Oh,” I whisper.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“Yeah...” I breathe. But there’s something I need to know
before sleep takes me. “Tristan, did
you
enjoy that?” I ask hesitantly.

He kisses the top of my head several times. “Very much so,
that was hot baby,” he says, I can tell he’s smiling.

“Better than how it was with Olivia?” I squeak.

“Don't do that Coral,” he says.

“Do what?” I whisper – although I think I know what he’s
about to say.

“Compare yourself to her. Look, I know you’re insecure, well
some of the time you are, but just don't do it ok. Look at it this way, if I
asked you to compare me with Justin’ – I snort before he’s even had chance to
finish. “It’s ridiculous right?” He says.

“Yes,” I smile. “Point made. I will never say that again,” I
add. Feeling like the luckiest woman on planet earth. “Can I ask you something
else?” I whisper.

Tristan chuckles. “I was about to doze off...” And leaves
the sentence hanging.

“Why did you take the blindfold off?”

“You didn’t want me to?”

“No, it’s not that, I just wondered?”

“Baby steps,” he says.

“What?”

“Bit by bit Coral. I had every intention of talking about this
more thoroughly tomorrow. But now is as good a time as any I suppose. Ok, I
could have gone the whole distance, but I just wanted you to get a taste for it
first. But this is good baby, I want you to communicate with me. So next time,
do you want to try it with the blindfold on until we’re finished?”

“I surely do,” I say teasingly.

Tristan chuckles and squeezes me tight again. “Always
surprising me,” he murmurs to himself, then starts humming our tune.

“Tristan, can I ask you something else?”

He really starts laughing now. “You have your talkative head
on,” he says, still laughing.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “Another time.”

“Hey, I want to know now so spill!”

“Ok, I’m only asking because you didn’t mention it, and I
think you have done this, but you haven’t said because, well because of my past.”
I swallow hard. “You’ve tried anal haven’t you!”

He instantly stops breathing, and because I’m lying on his
chest I can hear how quickly his heart has picked up. “What makes you say that
Coral?” He asks, his voice sounding worried.

“I...I just think with everything else you’ve tried, you
know...it’s common. More common than people think it is and...well, I guess...”
I sigh heavily, lean up, prop my head on my hand and gaze down at him. His eyes
are wide and dark, his body frozen as he stares up at me.

“It’s ok Tristan, if you don't want to tell me. I
just...well, Justin...he wanted...” I stop, look down and shake my head feeling
nervous.

“Hey,” Tristan lifts my chin. “You don't have to prove
anything to me Coral’ – “I’m not trying to prove something...” I laugh
nervously. “When Justin said he wanted to try it, I had no-one to ask. I
couldn’t talk to Harriet, or my mom or sister, so I had a look online. The only
reason I did that was because Justin kept going on and on about how
‘pleasurable’ it was supposed to be. Selfish bastard just wanted to try it, he
didn’t really give a damn about how it would affect me, but then, how could he
when he didn’t know’ – “Coral, your waffling!” Tristan says, grinning widely at
me.

“Sorry,” I laugh. “I guess I’m just curious,” I add feeling
shy again.

Tristan sighs heavily and reaches up to caress my cheek.
“Yes.” He simply says, answering my question – I knew it!

“And its...?” I can't find the right words.

“Very pleasurable,” he says. “But most people freak out
about it and I’m very surprised you’re not.”

“So am I,” I laugh. “I guess, I just...” I laugh nervously
again. “Tristan, I’ve...I’ve never felt so free as I do with you. It’s like, I
just feel like I want to try...you know, and I feel like I can with you. I know
you won’t hurt me or make me do anything I don't want to do. That’s what always
scared me about experimenting with Justin, I was afraid if I said stop, he
wouldn’t. I trust you and I love you, so maybe that’s why I feel ok about it? I
want to try everything with you Tristan. I feel like I can go on a sexual
journey with you and I won't get hurt. No pain, just pleasure, I’m...I’m not
afraid Tristan.”

“I can see that,” he answers sarcastically, one eyebrow
cocked up in amusement.

“Hey!” I slap his large shoulder playfully.