Tristan has also ordered a vibration plate– which admittedly, I’ve never tried before –Tristan says they are awesome and make you feel really good, so I’m looking forward to trying that later, but as I stand in the gym, with my arms crossed, I can help thinking it’s really is too much.
“Really?” I say sarcastically to Tristan, as he reaches me. “Is it all really necessary?” I question.
“Absolutely!” He tells me ushering me out of the gym.
We leave the three men to it that have brought all the equipment in, and are busy building the weight machine – Good luck there!
“Why?” I ask as we head back up the stairs.
“It’s good to keep your body guessing.” I smile back at Tristan. I’m not really sure what he means.
“I don't understand?” I say.
“You keep swapping what exercise you do, so your body never knows what’s coming. Basically you’re tricking your brain.” I frown at that one.
Tristan rolls his eyes at me and smirks.“Ok take average Joe, he goes running for half an hour, three times a week, it’s the same thing he’s done for years, but he’s not as fit as he used to be and he can’t keep the love handles at bay. Basically, the brain tricks the body, it tells you you’re having a great workout, when in fact it’s become a very easy one; which means you don’t burn the calories, work the muscle groups or the heart and lungs.”
Whoa! – This is definitely food for thought. Maybe I shouldn’t be swimming every morning? I should be rotating it with something else? Then I think if I keep staying with Tristan, I won’t need the gym anymore, not with all his sexing – I stop that thought in it’s tracks!
“What?” Tristan stops and gazes down at me, a slight smile playing across his lips.
“No wonder you have the body of a twenty year old,” I say dryly.
“Jealous?” he smirks.
“No!” I banter, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “But you’ve definitely given me something to think about,” I add, walking up the stairs to the kitchen.
“Coral, you have a beautiful body, you don’t need to worry,” he assures me, but I choose not to get into that one.
“How do you know all that anyway?” I ask.
“I’m interested in health and fitness, and I read a lot,” he answers smugly.
“Hmm,” I cock an eyebrow at him.
“We have ten minutes,” he says leaning down to kiss me. “Until the next delivery,” he adds caressing my body, deepening the kiss.I lose all thoughts and try hard to concentrate on keeping my heart from bursting out of my chest...
THREE HOURS LATER, and all the furniture we had chosen has been delivered. The house is ours again. In the living-room, we now have a very large white u-shaped sofa, so at least we have something to chill out on tonight, a flat screen (ridiculously big) T.V with surround sound, although Tristan seems to be very frisky, so I doubt we’ll get to watch a movie.
The Bose stereo system has arrived and been strategically placed for optimal sound – so Tristan says, he seems to take his music seriously. The dining room now has a very long table and chairs, and the smaller beech table and chairs is nestled neatly in front of the floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen.Tristan didn’t agree with the colour at first, but now it’s there, he’s changed his mind.
His office is now fully kitted out, and the other beds and bedroom furniture arrived for the spare rooms (although, I can’t see when they’ll ever get used) and the rest of the bedroom furniture for the master suit has been put in place, finally I can unpack my weekend bag.
I place my girly stuff in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, and I’m about to stuff my underwear into the next drawer when I remember about the walk in closets.Picking up my bag, I open the door and head inside – So much room! – I’m just hanging up my clothes when Tristan walks in, smiling sexily at me.
“I like those,” he says, pointing to my black skinny jeans.
“You do?” I smile.
“Yeah, I bet they’ll look really, really good on you,” he says darkly, prowling towards me.
“Don’t,” I chuckle hanging up the jeans. “Or we’ll never get out of here.”
Tristan reaches me, and pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately.“Is that so bad?” he mumbles against my lips, his hands squeezing my backside.
“No,” I whisper. “But I wanted to cook for you tonight. How am I supposed to do that with no kitchen equipment?” I sound whiney.
“Well, we could always get a take-away and we could shop tomorrow,” he says pulling my camisole up, his fingertips running up and down my lower back, sending sparks all over my body.
“Please,” I beg. “I really want to cook for you,” I grumble.
I’ve always been like that though, once I get an idea into my head I have to follow through with it. Besides, I want to thank him for looking after me and feeding me after my little coming together with Lily, but it looks like my body has other ideas.Tristan has not stopped kissing and caressing me, making me want him all over again.
Wrapping my legs around him and gripping his hair at the nape, I willingly let him take me over to the bed – I am not going to be able to walk properly tomorrow!
WE LIE ON OUR BACKS, both panting hard. Turning to look at each other at the same time, Tristan chuckles and runs his hand through his damp hair.
“Jesus woman!” he grins, turning on his side to caress my hardened nipples.
“What?” I pant, swallowing hard. I’m so thirsty, that was a workout!
“Nothing,” he chuckles, sitting up.
“No, tell me,” I retort. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask shyly.
Tristan whips his head round, dives on top of me and kisses me softly, his fingers moving my hair out of my face.“The complete opposite actually,” he says gazing at me intensely. “You’re surprising me at every turn,” he adds.
“I don’t understand?” I say, trying not to frown.
“I’ve never had it that good Coral. You’re blowing me away, in everything you do. Especially the sex...” He smiles his mischievous smile at me.
“Hmm,” I close my eyes and smile.
I really feel like I can be myself with Tristan, I can let down some barriers and I know he won’t push me to do anything I wouldn’t want to do. I cringe inwardly at the triggers I know I have, and hope that they never get bought up. I hope Tristan doesn’t want to do any of those things.
“Do you think this is normal? Or is it that we have very strong chemistry?” I question.
“Couldn’t say if it’s normal, but I think we can safely say we are very, very compatible in that area, big chemistry,” he grins, his eyes widening playfully, his dimples deepening.
“So I guess you got it pretty bad for me,” I say playfully.
“Bet your damn ass I have,” he retorts, kissing me all over, making me chuckle again...
WE ARE IN THE CAR, heading home from shopping, and what an experience that was! Tristan didn’t take his touch away from me for a moment. If he wasn’t holding my hand, he was touching my waist, if he wasn’t doing that, his hand would be resting on my upper arm squeezing gently every now and then.I feel so good about us that I feel like singing it from the rooftops.
“Still want to take that bath?” Tristan asks, gently squeezing my knee, his look screaming sex.
“Yes,” I giggle and slap his hand away – He’s so frisky!
He pulls the car into the driveway, switches off the engine and presses the button for the gates. They start to close behind us, then he turns in his seat to gaze at me.
“What?” I ask feeling shy.
Tristan smiles deeply at me then frowns. “Am I pushing too much?”
“What?”
“Wanting sex?”
“What? No, Tristan you’re not!” I admonish. “I was only teasing you,” I add.
“Ok,” he smiles his oh so sexy smile at me, my stomach flutters wildly in response. Then he slowly leans forward,
making his intention clear. Are we about to have car sex?
My throat instantly dries, my heart starts manically beating and my breath kicks up a few notches. His lips reach mine and begin their slow torture, his tongue teasing, taunting me.
I moan and close my eyes, then wrap my hand around his neck and pull on his hair. He groans with pleasure and pushes his lips harder against mine.“Oh what you do to me,” he growls against my lips.
“I could say the same,” I whisper breathlessly.
I look down and see his erection straining to be released from his jeans. I reach down and start to caress him. He closes his eyes, his breathing getting harder. I kiss him softly, teasing him with my tongue. Then I tightly squeeze his erection and bite down on his full bottom lip.
“You’d better get me inside,” he hisses, “before I explode in the car.”Damn it!
“No car sex then?” I say pouting at him.
He shakes his head at me. “Another time,” he replies, his face dead serious.Tristan jumps out of the car, comes round to my side, hauls me out, slams the car door and carries me in his arms to the front door. Placing me down he unlocks the door, wraps his arm around my waist and swings me inside, I giggle aloud again. Then he punches in the code for the alarm and turns to stare at me with a hot, heated look.
I walk backwards towards the kitchen, beckoning him with my forefinger. He stalks towards me; his look making my legs tremble.I bump up against the breakfast bar and gasp, Tristan reaches me and snakes his hand around my waist.
“Take me,” I whisper. “Here, now…” I pant.
Without a word, he spins me around, so my back is against his front and pulls off my camisole. He caresses my breasts, making my nipples strain against the strapless bra that I’m wearing.My head falls back against his shoulder, my mouth slack from his touch, then his hand slides down and undoes the button to my jeans.
“Tristan,” I whisper. He pulls the zipper down, skims his hand underneath the stretchy material and slowly pulls them down to my knees.
“You have such a sexy body,” he says all deep and husky.
Standing up, he gently squeezes my backside with his one hand as his other moves my hair to the left, then he leans down and plants soft kisses across my neck, then a gentle blow, then another kiss,I can feel it all the way down there.He continues to kiss me across my right shoulder then my left, my whole body feels so sensitive, I shudder at his touch.
I move my hands round to his erection and continue rubbing him.Then I feel him unclipping my bra, he throws it on the floor, revealing my full pert nipples, that are just aching for his touch. His one hand moves across my breasts teasing, softly pulling my nipples, his other hand heads south, slowly, across my belly, underneath my knickers and between my legs.
I gasp as his fingers reach my clitoris. He rubs gently a couple of times, then he sinks a finger inside me.“Ahh…” I cry out at the contact.
He pulls his finger back out and continues to tease my clitoris, slowly going round in circles, making me tremble inside.
“You’re so ready,” he whispers in my ear.
I close my eyes to his touch. “Yes,” I moan.
“I want you!” He suddenly stops teasing my clitoris and slowly pulls my pants down to my knees, then I hear the sound of his belt being unclipped, his jeans being pulled down, and the tell-tale sound of foil ripping.
He pulls me sharply against his body. I can feel his erection digging into me.“Look at me baby,” he softly says.I twist my head around, bow my back and stare up into his dark wide eyes.“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 butt 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,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 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 my other wedge. 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, Ilean 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.Holy Fuck!
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.No fucking way, that’s weird kinky shit, he better not be into all that!
Tristan stops walking, his frown mirroring mine.“No, I don’t,” he whispers, looking confused.
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 again.
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 smileweakly at him,thensilently turn andwalk towards the stairs, glad to be away from that conversation happening…
I AM SAT ON THE EDGEof 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 beatis filling the room, relaxing me, soothing me.
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