“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, consideringthe car park is pretty packed.
He suddenly stops and looks around the carpark. “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, 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 carpark…
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’ve 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, and still kissing me, he unlocks it, pushes it open, steps inside and kicks it closed with his foot. In our heated passion, we slam against the wall, right next to the alarm that’s started bleeping.
“Oh Coral,” he pulls back, panting breathlessly, 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 himwith 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 deeper into m
y 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, 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 he slowly 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....
“Ah Christ…” I hear Tristan shout, I try to open my eyes to watch him, but I can’t, I can’t control the waves of ecstasy that has taken over me.“Fuck!” Tristan slams into me once more then stills, his hands gripping my thighs so tightly.I am finally able to open my eyes. I watch him shudder several times, his head is craned back, his eyes closed, his mouth slack as his orgasm ripples through him. He keeps his eyes closed as he comes down from his high, his hands still gripping my thighs.
Then he takes a deep breath and gazes down at me, coral blue eyes meet dreamy chocolate brown, we both start smiling at the same time, then start giggling.
Tristan leans down on his elbows and strokes my forehead, kissing my lips between chuckles.
“Wait right there,” he tells me, as he gently pulls out of me.Like I can go anywhere!
I don’t have the capacity to move, I still feel like I’m floating somehow.I turn onto my side, and watch in appreciation as his naked body walks down the hallway to the bathroom. Damn that body of his is to die for; he really has the cutest butt.
I shudder slightly, feeling cold for some reason, I need Tristan’s warm body next to me.
Walking back into the room, he sees me shiver again.“Cold?”
“Yes, I need your warm body here,” I say pulling him on top of me.
He grabs one of the fleece throws we bought and drapes it over us. I huddle closer to him, inhaling his intoxicating scent. As I look up at him, I see his features change, taking on a more serious note. He’s got that brooding look about him again.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I run my fingers through his hair and stroke his cheek.
Tristan takes a deep breath in th
en exhales slowly, he seems nervous.
“Coral, I wanted to ask you something,” he says, staring down at my lips. He’s dead serious, that I can tell.I frown up at him wondering what this is all about.
“Ok,” I whisper.
He takes another deep breath. “Coral Stevens, will you do me the honour of being my wife, will you marry me?”
My breath catches in my throat – Fuck!
IT’S MONDAY MORNING AND I’M SAT AT MY DESK, eating my muesli in a trance like state. I am engaged; engaged to be married! - My stomach rolls with the very thought of it.Why the hell did I say yes?I feel myself start spiralling down into a major panic attack. Ok, calm down, deep breaths, deep breaths!
Married! Married!– I can’t even bring myself to believe that it’s real, I feel like I'm in some sort of twilight zone and any minute I’ll wake up.Two weeks, two weeks!
How can you get married after being together for a few short days out of two weeks?I must be off my rocker! Maybe it’s a top secret government experiment and I'm secretly being drugged?I push that stupid thought away, then I get into even more of a panic.
He wants me to move in with him – Crap that means selling my studio, but I don’t want to sell my studio! Shit. I hadn’t thought of that!
My throat instantly tightens and my stomach twists with anxiety. You really should have discussed all these things with Tristan last night Coral!
I nod in agreement with myself.I guess I would have if we weren’t busy christening rooms, floors and walls. But in all honesty, I don’t want him to know I'm having a meltdown. I don't want him to know that I feel sick whenever I think about walking down an aisle, or trying on a dress, or having so many faces staring at me as I say I do – Oh fuck, do I?
With shaking hands, I put down my bowl of muesli, unable to eat anymore, and hold my head in my hands, hoping this will help give me some sort of guidance.Inner voice?
Yes, yes, George is always telling me to listen, to let the inner voice guide me. I squeeze my eyes shut and ask the question – Should I be marrying Tristan, is it too soon? Am I doing it because I really do love him that deeply, or that I'm afraid to lose him? – Damn it that’s too many questions!
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