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, 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, as 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 with the condom, 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 are 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. How can I make him understand?
“No, I’m not just saying that. 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.”
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“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?” I whisper shyly.
“You didn’t want me to?” He asks, a little shocked I think.
“No, it’s not that, I just wondered?” I feign innocence.
“Baby steps,” he says.
“What?” I chuckle.
“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. 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 it’s...?” 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 swallow hard, then continue. “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.
“Coral, whatever you want, however you want our intimate time to be spent is all up to you.” He brings my face down to his and kisses me, hard. “But come now darling, get comfortable. It’s very late and we have an early flight, we’ll talk more about this tomorrow, ok?”
“Ok,” I breathe, peck his lips once more, and snuggle against his chest, feeling safe, warm and yet again, even more in love than I was this morning.
“Love you baby,” Tristan says, squeezing me tight.
“Love doesn’t even begin cover it,” I say, grinning widely. “Stars, moons, across universes, till the end of time, infinity....forever.”
Tristan chuckles. “Sleep now gorgeous.”
“Night Tristan,” I retort dryly.
He chuckles again. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of Tristan’s slow breathing, his strong heart slowly beating, and before I know it I am drifting off...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WE ARE SAT IN THE VIP LOUNGE AT NEWQUAY INTERNATION AIRPORT. Tristan is reading a paper, Financial Times, to be precise, whilst I have my nose stuck in a very erotic novel on my e-reader. In-fact it’s actually turning me on, in here, with all these other people around me. I guess that because it’s making me think of Tristan, what he revealed to me last night, and then what we got up to afterwards. I still can't believe Tristan’s a dominant – well he’s not – but kind of is, and he’s to be my husband, in two days time – Whoa!
Every time I have thought that, my heart has fluttered madly against my chest. I still can't believe that I’m going to be married! I shake my head and try to get back to the novel, which is supposed to be taking my mind off what’s going to happen when we get back to Brighton, but I can't concentrate.
I sigh inwardly. What the hell am I going to do with myself next week? I put my e-reader down and stare out the window. Tristan will be back at work, I have a whole week without him. It’s going to drive me mad, I know it is. I can't sit around not doing anything – “Coral.” Tristan pulls me from my musing.
“Hmm.” I turn and look at him. He’s put his paper down and he’s looking at me with his head cocked to the side.
“Holiday blues?” He asks, clasping my hand in his.
“No.” I frown and glance down at our hands.
“Then what is it darling?” He asks, looking concerned, his eyebrows scrunching together.
“Is Karen still at Chester House?” I ask.
His frown deepens. “Yes, for now.” I nod once, and stare out the window. He’s not going to like it, I know he’s not. “Coral, will you please tell me what’s wrong?” He pleads.
“I want to go back,” I whisper.
“To Chester House?” He guesses, his eyes wide.
“Yes.” I reply nonchalantly.
“No- Absolutely not!” He barks.
; “Tristan, if I want to go back to work, I will go back to work! I’m almost healed, and I am not going to sit around the house all day while you go off being commander and chief!”
His eyes close briefly. “I’ll only be gone a few hours a day,” he softly says.
“Doesn’t make any difference how long you’re out for Tristan, I need to do this.” I squeak.
“Why?” He asks in defeat.
“Don't you know me at all?” I whisper.
A very lazy, sexy smile appears. “Oh I do,” he says. “Intimately,” he adds. Oh! I know his meaning, and his game.
“Mr Freeman,” I chide. “Behave!”
Tristan chuckles slightly, then frowns. “I don't want you working’ – “I thought you said we have no need to control one another?” I point out, remembering what he told me.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Ok, you got me there. But I still don't want’ – “I’m going back to work!” I tell him firmly.
“What about doing the cookery courses instead?” He says.
“I’m not ready to do that yet Tristan, cooking requires a lot of moving about. I’m not healed enough for that, besides I don't see how I’m supposed to fit it in with two months of physiotherapy scheduled for three afternoons a week!” That told him!
His lips set into a hard line – He can't argue that one. His eyes close again and he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. Then opening his paper back up, he continues reading, shaking his head and mumbling to himself as he does.
I stifle the giggle that wants to burst out of me – then I have an idea.
“Tristan.” He looks up at me over his paper, he is not a happy man. Maybe this will change his mind. “Will you take me shopping?” I ask trying to sound girlie and sweet.
“Shopping?” He says, his voice low.
“Uh-huh. I don't want to be in trousers all the time, so I was thinking, maybe you could help me chose some new work clothes, you know, like skirts and dresses?” I instantly picture it. Tristan’s in his office, I’m at my desk, he calls me in to do something for him, but I’m in the mood, so I lock the door, hitch up my skirt and give him a glimpse of the sexy stockings and frilly knickers I have on...Hmm...
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