“Was that fun, or was that fun?” he laughs.
“It was great fun,” I chuckle, squeezing him tight.
“So what would you like to do now?” Tristan asks as we pull out of the car park. “I don't know about you, but I'm starving,” he adds.
I roll my eyes at him. He’s always hungry! As I think that, inspiration hits.
“How about the beach?” I say, feeling last night’s shenanigans and this morning’s racing catching up with me. My muscles are sore and aching, and I feel like I could sleep a good couple of hours. What better way to do it than soaking up some Vitamin-D!
“The beach?” Tristan questions, glancing at me behind his aviators – Damn he looks sexy in those!
“Yeah, I know this great little cove. Hardly anyone ever goes down there, it’s a right little suntrap.” Tristan is silently nodding in approval.
Hmm Tristan in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks,I hope their tight fitting!
I shake my head at my wayward thinking. “We could take a picnic,” I say a little high pitched and clear my throat.
Tristan glances across at me and smirks. “A picnic?” he says his voice low and husky.
I grin like a fool. “Yes,” I chuckle. “And I’ll need my bikini, from my studio,” I add, wondering if my place will still be in one piece.
“Do you own one?” he asks.
“Yes,” I giggle. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because you’ve never been abroad,” he simply says.
“Oh,” I say. “Well, it’s pretty ancient…it might not even fit me anymore,” I muse.. Last time I wore it…I can't remember the last time.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, smiling down at me.
“You will?” I squeak in delight.
“Yes,” he chuckles. “Where should we go to get one?” he adds.
I think about it for a moment, then I remember a few years ago, Gladys, Debs and I took little Lily down to the beach for the day, we actually had a sunny Saturday. I remember Gladys mentioning that she’d got this ready-made picnic hamper from M&S, and I know the one I’m thinking of is open on a Sunday.
“I have an idea,” I say.
“You do?” he teases.
“Yes,” I chuckle. “Head back towards the Marina baby,” I say.
“What’s your idea?” He asks.
“Well, I thought we could pop into M&S and pick up one of those ready-made picnic hampers,” I say.
Tristan lets go of my hand and very slowly, starting at my knee, he starts to slide his hand up in the inside of my leg.“Get you a bikini while we’re at it,” he says, his breathing getting heavier.Whoa!
“Good idea,” I say, swallowing hard as his hand continues to travel up my leg. “Tristan,” I warn.
“Yes,” he answers playfully.
“If you don’t stop doing that I’m going to jump on you and I don’t care who sees!”
“Well, I do,” he says, his voice low.
“Concentrate on the road,” I admonish. “We don’t want to have an accident,” I add.
His hand is still travelling, teasing and tantalizing me, so I reach across and place my hand on his crotch, and to my great surprise, I find he’s hard underneath his jeans.
“I was just picturing you in a bikini,” he says a little breathlessly, explaining the reason why.
“Oh!” My heart is trying to claw it’s way out of my chest.
Tristan laughs and stops just as he reaches my sex – Bastard!
“You’re a tease,” I admonish, pulling my hand from his lap and crossing my arms.Tristan laughs at my little hissy fit. “You can't just turn me on like that and leave me hanging,” I scold, staring out of the window.
“No?” he questions.
“No,” I pout.
“Shall we make a quick detour home first?” he questions.Yes!
“Yes, before we go shopping,” I say.
“Your wish, my command,” he says and puts his foot down. The car zooms in and out of traffic, and we sit silently, heading east back to Tristan’s mega-pad…
WAKING FROMMY PEACEFUL SNOOZE, I turn onto my back, lean up onto my elbows, and put my sunglasses back on. We are on the beach, and as I look out, I see the sea is sparkling like diamonds under the glare of the afternoon sun, and I notice there are loads of boats out today, they look so tiny out there in the distance.
“Hmm…” I feel so content, so relaxed – That’ll be the hour’s worth of sexual antics you got up to before shopping!
I grin like a fool. Is it really possible to feel this happy?
“Hey beautiful.” Tristan’s deep husky voice pulls me from my musing.I turn and smile sleepily at him…boy he looks good, so sexy!
He’s wearing a pair of Oakley wraps; he looks just as sexy in them as he does in his aviators, and he’s sat up on his lounger – Of course we had to buy loungers, we couldn’t just put a couple of towels down on the sand – with his e-reader in his hand.
“Hi,” I croak reaching down for the big bottle of water we bought, and taking several gulps.
Ugh!I still feel stuffed from lunch.Even though the picnic basket we bought had several mini sub rolls, two strawberry tarts – which I didn’t eat, I don't like short-crust pastry – and two goblets of chardonnay, Tristan insisted on buying extras, citing it wouldn’t be enough to keep him going – Man he can put it away!
“Need anything?” he asks.
As I turn and gaze at him through my sunglasses, I see his chest is starting to look a little red, even though he’s browning up nicely.
“You’re burning,” I scold.
He has the decency to look a little guiltily at me, especially after our argument in M&S about what sun lotion to buy. I wanted the highest factor Tristan wanted the lowest. I told him it makes no difference to how quickly you brown, and that the higher ones protect your skin, he argued some more until I stamped my feet, and told him I wasn’t going unless we bought the one I wanted.
“When was the last time you put some on?” I say questioningly.
He smiles wryly, shrugs at me and returns to his reader – Must be a good book – I roll my eyes and pick up the lotion, holding it out for his hands.
“But I don't want to get my reader greasy,” he grumbles.
I roll my eyes again, sit next to him on his lounger and squirt some into my hands. As I rub the sunscreen across his mighty fine chest, I see a smirk start to play across his lips.
I shake my head at him and start laughing.“You did this on purpose!”
“Of course,” he answers smugly, watching me cream his skin.
I squirt more sunscreen into my hands and rub it across his shoulders – they really do look a bit too red – I'm about to ask him to put some on my back, but I stop myself, I want to tease him. Squirting more cream into my hands, I head south, rubbing the lotion across his toned abdomen, keeping my eyes fixed on his gorgeous bronzed body.
My nipples respond all by themselves, trying to break through the thin material of my new bikini.Tristan’s one eyebrow cocks up in response, as I head further south to the edge of his swim trunks. I sigh blissfully as I reach his hardened erection.
“Here?” he questions, reading my thoughts.
“Yes,” I whisper, leaning in to peck his open lips.
“Someone on one of those boats could have binoculars,” Tristan growls.
“They won't see anything,” I argue.
Handing him the bottle of lotion, Tristan puts his reader on the hamper and I step my one foot across the lounger, so my legs are wide apart, then slowly sink down and straddle him.
I rub myself against him. His lips part as I lean in and kiss him, his tongue lapping gently against mine…Hmm, sex on the beach…
“I don't like this,” he growls, looking up at the cliff face behind us.
“Like anyone is going to turn up!” I argue.
“Let’s make this quick,” Tristan grumbles.
I pull his shorts down so his erec
tion can spring free. Then placing my one hand on his shoulder, I lift up, pull my bikini bottoms to the side and take his erection between my other hand.I feel his tip reach my opening, and slowly but surely, I slide down over him, until he’s completely filling me. Mmm…skin against skin, it feels so good.
With both hands on his shoulders, I start to move, up and down, my leg muscles protesting, but really grinding into him as I come down. I want to feel his full length, buried deep inside me.
“Quickly,” he moans, his mouth slack as I pump up and down, gaining a rhythm.
Tristan grasps my thighs, his fingers digging in, and then he’s lifting me, and pumping up into me as I come down on him – Christ I’m close…so soon…so quickly.
“Come on Coral,” he says, staring down at my pert nipples underneath the material.
I take my hands from his shoulders, reach down and move the material of my bikini top to the side, so my nipples and half my breasts are on show for him.
“Fuck!” he hisses and pulls me closer, sucking my right nipple.
“Ahh…” I feel it right down there, deep inside me. He moves across and sucks the other, then leans back to gaze at me.
“Jesus,” he hisses and pumps even faster. “You are so fucking sexy,” he groans.
“Oh god…Tristan,” I moan as everything tightens and quickens inside me. He is hitting my sweet spot. I fall spectacularly, squeezing him, over, and over again, as my orgasm ripples through me.“Tristan,” I call out, my head lolling back, my mouth slack.
“Christ,” he growls. I feel him thrust into me once more, then still, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. I open my eyes and see he has his eyes shut, his head craned back as he pours himself into me, this man, this wonderful man; who will soon be my husband.
What did I ever do to deserve him?
He opens his eyes and blinks up at me. “Jesus Coral,” he whispers, looking frantically around him, replacing the material back across my breasts, I start laughing at his worried expression.
“It’s not funny!” he growls.
“Your face is a picture,” I say chuckling even harder.
“Right!” Standing up with me in his arms, I wrap my arms and legs around him and kiss his bronzed cheek; I can still feel him inside me.Then he starts to march down the beach, towards the shoreline, as he reaches the water, he smiles wryly at me and I know exactly what he’s going to do.
“Tristan, no!” I shout, “It’s freezing,” I screech.
He wades into the water, stopping when it reaches his waist, instantly freezing my legs and soaking my bikini bottoms – I really don't like the Atlantic, it’s too cold. I grip him tighter, scowling angrily at him.
Tristan pecks me on the lips and then smiles his cheeky grin.
“Don't you dare!” I threaten, but it’s too late.Tristan wraps his one arm around my shoulder, the other around my waist,gripping me tightly,and plunges us both down into the icy cold water – Oh my god!
Moments later, he launches back up, and I cough and spit sea water.
“Bastard,” I dither, my teeth clashing together.
Tristan laughs at me, then I feel his fingers tease my clitoris, before pulling himself out of me. Then he deftly hides his manhood back in his shorts, and puts my bikini bottoms back in place.
“That was cruel,” I say, pouting at him.
“Ah, poor baby,” he soothes. “But we’re both clean and fresh now,” he says his eyes glinting wickedly. “Besides, I needed to cool down,” he adds.
He pulls me to him and kisses me passionately, gripping me tightly. I welcome his tongue, his lips, as they skim along mine making me want him all over again.Then, out of the corner of my eye, I think I see something glint in the water. I may like the sea, but it doesn’t mean I like being in it, I start frantically searching around me looking for any signs.
“What are you looking for?”He laughs, keeping a firm hold of me.
“S-s-sharks,” I whisper fearfully, my teeth clashing together.
“Sharks?” he laughs. I nod my head. I’ve never looked at the sea the same since I watched Jaws.“Ah baby, I won't let a shark get you,” he titters.
“Very funny,” I scold. “But if a shark comes and bites you on the ass, then takes me with him, you won't have much choice,” I blurt.
Tristan bursts into raucous laughter, and starts wading out of the water. I keep my legs firmly wrapped around his waist, my arms almost choking him.
“It’s ok,” he teases as we finally reach the shore. I grip him even tighter.“Hey,” he says calmingly. “We’re back to dry land baby, relax,” he soothes.
I take a deep breath through my chattering teeth. “Let’s get you warmed up,” he says.I nod vigorously in agreement – I'm friggin freezing!
THE FOLLOWING DAY AS STUART drives us into work, I can't help thinking how magical the weekend has been – well apart from Friday – but either way, Tristan has been wonderful, sweet, thoughtful, fun. He was amazing at the barbecue; everybody loved him, and his proposal that followed…his sweet, sweet proposal…
Then I think about Saturday night, our romantic meal, his gallant way of protecting me when I stormed off, our sexy hot make-up sex, and then our amazing fun day out yesterday.My mind drifts back to having so much fun and relaxation on the beach, and we both look better for it, healthier, happier and more relaxed.
I'm surprised I don't have Mondays morning blues, but I think that’s because Tristan and I seem to have come so far in such a short space of time, and this time he’s not leaving, he’s here all week, well, he’s actually here now for good, apart from the odd meeting he needs to go to.
I can't wait to see him tonight. I could definitely get used to this, seeing my sexy man every night after work, and to top it all off, Rob is back today; my best friend, my awesome best friend.Oh I have missed him so...
I can't wait to see him, I have so much to tell him.I push the sinking feeling away that something bad has happened, and try to think positively. Everything’s going to be fine, I tell myself.Everything feels like it’s finally falling into place – well except for one thing…
“Ready for another working week?” Tristan asks, pulling me from my musing.
“Yes,” I whisper, and as we are strapped in with our seat belts, and I can't easily kiss him, I reach out and take his hand in mine.
“Happy?” he questions, reflecting my goofy grin.
“Yes, future husband, I couldn’t be happier,” I say and blow him a kiss.
Tristan smiles like a fool in love, but I can't help wondering what his reactions going to be when Joyce speaks to him about Susannah, and worse,what he will be like when I tell him what I know. If he’ll listen objectively, I will tell him what Karen told me about Blondie, and I really want to tell him about all the other things she’s been up to too, I feel slightly nervous about doing that. Then I remember that my package should be arriving this morning, so maybe I’ll get some answers.
“I don't think it’s a good idea we arrive together,” I say looking down at my left hand.It already feels strange not wearing my engagement ring. Tristan has stowed it away in his safe at home until we break the news.
“I agree. Stuart can drop you off first, I have a couple of things I need to do anyway.” He says.
I frown back at him, wondering what it is. “Oh, ok,” I say feeling a little forlorn.
“Hey.” Tristan cups my chin. “Thank you baby, for the best weekend ever,”He says in his sexy, husky voice.
I smile back at him.“Best ever?” I tease as Stuart pulls up in the underground car park.
Tristan takes his seatbelt off, unclips mine and pulls me into his lap, making me giggle.“Best ever, let’s do it again this weekend,” he says, leaning in to kiss me softly.
“Definitely,” I murmur against his lips, inhaling his scent. “I better go,” I whisper, not wanting to leave him at all.
Tristan eyes peruse the car park stealthily.“I’ll be fine,” I tell him leaning in to
kiss him once more. I pull the door handle and hop out of the car, but as I bend down to say one last goodbye, I wince in pain – Damn I can't walk properly again, poor muscles. Tristan and his sexing!
“Sore?” Tristan teases.
I purse my lips and frown at him.“Aren’t you?” I gripe.
“Nope.”He replies, smiling sexily at me.
“Who’ve you been practising on?” I say my voice low as I frown down at him, but I’m secretly teasing him. His mouth falls open as he sees my serious expression. Ha!
Just as he goes to answer me, I smile widely, bob my tongue out at him and quickly slam the door, chuckling heartily to myself as I do.Feeling triumphant, I almost skip my way into work.
Pushing through the double doors, I see Joe stuffing her face as usual.
“Morning Joe!” I laugh. She mumbles something at me, but I can't make out what it is.
Then I think I’d better warn her that Tristan is in today.I walk over to her desk, lean forward and immediately spytwo blueberry muffins!
“He’s coming in today,” I whisper raising my eyebrows as I do.
Joe frowns at me as though I’ve gone mad, then I see the penny drop. She gulps hard, goes bright pink and silently nods, swallowing again she whispers, “Thanks Coral.”
“No worries,” I tell her. “Joyce in yet?” I ask.
“No, not yet. You look nice,” she says. “You’ve really caught the sun, look how dark you’ve gone! You’re so lucky, I just go pink then burn,” she grumbles.
“Yeah? Well, I don't like it, Gladys calls it dirty brown, I’d much rather go bronze,” I say.
“Who’s Gladys?” she asks.
“My adoptive Mother,” I tell her – I thought she knew.
“Really, you were adopted?” she says a little surprised and eager to know more. Uh-oh!
“Well I’d better get to it,” I say. I'm about to walk off when she screeches at me.
“Coral!” Scrambling under her desk, she hands me an A4 DHL delivery package. “I thought it might be important, so I signed for it, he said you wouldn’t get it till tomorrow if I didn’t.”
I smile as she hands me the package. “Joe, I could give you a big kiss for doing that!” I say, she suddenly frowns and starts fidgeting uncomfortably.
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