I take a seat next to him, my feet are hurting from dancing so much. I’ve never danced with so many partners before.Rob, Carlos, Bob, George and Phil have twirled me around so many times, although Phil did squidge my toes three times. And of course, my wonderful husband has danced with me plenty of times, and he is, by far, the best dancer in this room.
Just when I thought I could give my feet a rest, Malcolm comes over to me and asks for a dance. I smile politely and agree. He takes my hand and we start twirling around – He’s very good at this, thank god!
“You look very happy Coral,” he says as we softly turn in time to Rebecca Ferguson’s Nothings Real But Love.
“I am,” I beam.
Malcolm smiles down at me. “Coral, there’s something I want to tell you,“ he says staring down at me with a serious expression.
“Ok,” I say, wondering what this is going to be about.
“I love Gladys very much Coral, I want you to know directly from me that you have no need to worry. She’s turned my life around, right when I’d got to the stage when I didn’t think I would meet anyone to spend the next half of my life with, and I thank god everyday that we met, I feel very blessed. I want you to know I will always take care of her.There isn’t anything in this world I wouldn’t do for her and I intend to spend the rest of my life making her days happy and full of love.” He smiles down at my quite frankly shocked expression.
“But there’s something else I wantyouto know.” He stops and takes a deep breath. “I know about your past darling, your father abandoning you, losing your sister and then your mother being institutionalised. I just want you to know I think you are one brave, courageous young woman, and I wanted to offer something to you...” He takes another breath hesitating. “I want to offer you me,” he says, smiling down at me. “As your father,” he adds.
My chin hits the floor, it takes a few moments for it to sink in, what he’s just said.
Malcolm continues. “I know we haven’t known each other very long, but believe me Coral, I will be there for you whenever you need me, to give you advice, as a shoulder to cry on, or if you just need someone to comfort you. I want to give to you all the love and affection you should have received from your father all those years ago.”
I blink back the tears as I stare up at him, totally dumbfounded.
Malcolm smiles apologetically. “Sorry darling, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I shake my head, he has no idea what this mean to me. “Oh Malcolm!” I squeak. I stop dancing andwrap my arms around his torso, squeezing him tight. “Thank you,” I choke out, sniffing loudly.
He carefully places his arms around my shoulders and gently comforts me. “Oh and just to say, you can call me Dad if you want to.” He offers sweetly.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my heart is thumping wildly against my chest. I feel my heart stitch back together just that last little bit – I feel like I’m finally healed.
“Malcolm, you’ll never know how much that means to me,” I whisper.
He squeezes my shoulders a little harder. “Actually I think I do, I know you have Tristan in your life, but I’m really looking forward to being a father to you.”
The floodgates open and I cry like an idiot – Now is not the time to have done this Malcolm!
“Oh dear, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says, gently comforting me. “Would you like me to escort you to the bathroom?”
I pull out of his embrace and smile up at him, he looks very blurry right now. I reach up onto my tip-toes, place my hand on his shoulder and kiss his cheek, then do a little giggle-sob.
“It’s ok, I need to go upstairs and fix my make-up,” I say, feeling slightly embarrassed I have cried so hard.
“Coral?” Tristan is at my side, looking anxious.
“Thank you Malcolm, what you just said, it means a great deal to me.” He nods once, smiling down at me. I look up at Tristan, and take hold of his hand. “Escort me upstairs?”
“Of course,” he says, glancing once at Malcolm. As we carefully climb the stairs, so I don't trip over my dress, I let Tristan know what Malcolm just said to me, he looks relieved.
“Why do you look relieved?” I ask, heading into our bedroom.
Tristan follows. “Because I thought he’d upset you, which would have meant I would had to have words with him.” He tells me in a firm tone.
I freeze. “You would have done that?” I squeak.
“I will always fight for your honour Coral, and protect you from anyone who wants to hurt you.” He says, his tone soft now.
“Oh.” I smile lovingly at him. I want him now! I pull on his lapels so his body is pressing hard against mine. “Are you going to fulfill your promise to me?” I ask, trying to seduce him.
Without a word, he bends down in front of me and takes hold of the bottom of my dress. Then his warm hands clasp around my ankles, making me catch by breath.
Feels different though, I guess that’s because I can feel his wedding band on his left hand. Then he looks up at me through his long lashes, his eyes dark and seductive – Whoa!
“What do you want wife?” He asks, slowly skimming his hands up the back of my legs, the material of the dress hanging over his forearms.
I am hot and panting already.
“You, husband. Inside me now!” I manage to say.
His hands continue up behind my knees and keep going, he hasn’t broken eye contact. His look is heated, calling to me on every level, and as his hands reach the top of my lacy stockings he gasps aloud. Then he stands, and tells me to turn around with his finger. I do so, smiling seductively at him, and he slowly pulls the zip down on my dress.
“We don't want to get this beautiful dress creased,” he croakily says in that sexy, husky voice of his. He slowly and seductively pulls it off my shoulders. “And we don't want anyone knowing what we’ve been up to,” he adds – No, we certainly do not!
Tristan kisses my scar, then takes hold of my hand so I can carefully step out of my dress. As I turn and look up at him, his mouth pops open, yet he just stands there, open mouthed, blinking rapidly as he drinks me in.
I have my brand new vintage ivory corset on, frilly, sexy ivory knickers with a matching suspender belt, and nude stockings that have a pretty, flowery pattern at the top. My heels are high, which makes my legs look longer – so right now, I am feeling very sexy!
He swallows hard. “Good God you’re wearing stockings.” He eyes widen, and his cheeks flush as he continues to drink me in, then he shakes his head slightly, almost as though he’s coming out of a trance.
“Don't move an inch,” he tells me, his voice low and raspy. I watch Tristan walk into the built in closet, hang up my dress, and his jacket, then lock the bedroom door. My heart starts hammering against my chest, I am aching with want and need.
Tristan slowly walks back over to me, he looks so sexy, so debonair.
“Oh Coral, you look so beautiful, so sexy.” He says, gazing adoringly at me.
I don't think twice. I grab hold of his lapels and push him against the bed, then I sink to my knees, un-zip his trousers, pull them down with his boxers and take his hard, heavy erection in my mouth.
“Coral...” He gasps. I look up and lock eyes with him. “I don't want to come,” he firmly tells me. I nod as best I can and suck harder, twirling my tongue around, gently pulling my hand up and down, tasting him, all of him. God I’m so in love with him – he turns me on so much!
“Mmm...” I suck harder, keeping eye contact with him.
Tristan hisses, then leans down, takes hold of my arms and gently pulls me to my feet.
“You have made me the happiest man alive today, do you know that?” Before I have time to answer, his lips swoop down, kissing me hard, his tongue moving with mine in perfect symmetry.
Tristan moans with desire, which makes my blood pressure feel like it’s spiked. He has his arms wrapped tightly around me, crushing me against his firm body. He suddenly spins me around so my b
ack is to his front. His hands skim across my shoulders, then down over my breasts, my nipples are straining against the corset.
He wraps his one arm around my waist, pulling me against his erection. His other hands skims down over my belly, over the skimpy material of my knickers, then his fingers find my clitoris. He slowly circles his fingers.
My head falls back, my eyes closed. I feel his lips hungrily kiss and nip along my neck and shoulder, making me shudder in the most delicious way.
He suddenly pulls back. “We need to be quick,” he pants. “Sit down baby.”
I sit on the edge of the bed. Tristan kneels down in front of me, and with the most panty-combusting smile, he takes hold of my knees and pulls my legs open wide.
“Keep your eyes open baby, I want to see you.” He says, gazing up at me.
“Ok.” I pant.
I place my hands on the bed, lean back, and watch as Tristan slowly moves my knickers to the side, his eyes on mine the whole time. He bobs his tongue out, making his intention clear and wiggles it up and down, then he smiles so sexily, I almost climax.
And then his tongue is on me, twirling around, up and down – Oh god!
“Husband...” I moan. My hand reaching down and gripping his hair, then his fingers are inside me, pushing in and out. “Argh!” My head falls back, my eyes closing.
“Open your eyes baby, I want to see you.” My eyes dart open. He pulls his fingers from inside me, I take hold of his hand and gently suck his fingers. I can taste me.
He gasps aloud. “Oh Coral!”
“Take me husband,” I softly mewl.
“With pleasure wife,” he says.
Tristan places his hands under my knees and pulls me towards him. I can see his erection, hard and ready, his tip at my opening. Tristan teases me a couple of times, pushing just his tip inside, me then pulling out.
I cannot take my eyes of his impressive length.
“I know it’s sexy to watch,” he breathes. “But I want you to look at me Coral.”
“I am,” I tease, then look him in the eye, grinning sexily at him.
“You are such a sexy tease.” His eyes instantly darken, and with one smooth jolt, he slams into me. The feeling is exquisite, my husband inside me, skin to skin. He releases his right hand from my leg, his thumb starts circling my clitoris, round and round as he slowly pulls out and then rams into me again, my muscles are already contracting, squeezing him tight.
“Tristan!” I hiss – I am going to explode. How can it be happening this fast?
“Fast or slow baby?” He asks, slowly pulling out then slamming into me again, his eyes not leaving mine. This is so hot!
“Fast,” I pant. Tristan really starts to move, pounding into me, over and over, it’s relentless.
“Christ Coral,” he hisses, his one hand gripping my thigh, his thumb continuing to circle my clitoris, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Tristan...” I can hardly breathe, watching him do this, it’s so wild.
And I come – Hard and fast. Pulsing around his erection. I haven’t seen or touched him like this since yesterday evening. I manage to keep my eyes locked on his as he continues pounding into me. I gasp for breath, my skin heating all over, blood pounding in my ears.
“Come in me husband!” I garble. I can tell he’s so close.
“Coral!” He cries out as he climaxes, pouring himself into me. Releasing my other leg, he collapses on top of me. His head buried in my neck and hair.
I wrap my one arm around his shoulders, while my other hand runs back and forth through his thick, soft hair. We stay like that for a good five minutes, as we slowly catch our breath.
Suddenly, Tristan lifts his head. “I really fucking love you,” he says.
It makes me laugh aloud. “And I really love fucking you!” I tease.
“Mrs Freeman!” He scolds playfully. Then he leans down, runs his thumb over my bottom lip, traces his tongue where his thumb was, then he softly kisses me. “I want you again, and again, and again, but we’d better get back,” Tristan chuckles.
“I know,” I whisper, staring up into his beautiful eyes. “Tristan?” I look down at our bodies, wondering if what I’m about to ask will upset him. “Are you ok?” I softly ask.
“Ok?” he laughs. “Coral, I am incandescently happy,” he says, smiling broadly at me, his dimples deep.
“I just, I thought I saw a moment earlier...you were looking up at the pictures of your folks,” I softly say.
“Oh...well, I was just...” He stops and runs his hand through his hair. “I just wish they could have been here today,” he says, his voice raw.
“I...I think they are,” I whisper.
“What makes you say that?” He softly says. I shake my head not wanting to share. Tristan cups his finger under my chin and raises my head. “Tell me,” he says in his authoritative tone.
I sigh inwardly. “I’m not sure what I saw, I’m not sure if it was my mind making it up, or I really did...see them,” I whisper.
Tristan gasps aloud. “See them?” He whispers, his eyes wide with shock. “Tell me Coral.”
I take a deep breath. “Ok...well earlier, just before you laughed at whatever Rob had said, well I was watching you, and I was thinking about your folks, and wondering if you were very sad that they couldn’t be here today?...” I take another deep breath. “And then they...well...appeared,” I whisper.
Tristan’s mouth is gaping open. “What...what exactly did you see?” He softly asks.
“They looked young, in their twenties maybe? They were right behind you Tristan, both of them’ – he gasps again – ‘Do you really want me to tell you this?” I question.
“Yes,” he breathes.
“Ok...well, they were both looking at me and smiling, then your Gran...she...she put her hand on your shoulder and then...then they both nodded at me.” I blink up at Tristan.
“They were here...” He breaks off, I watch a single tear flows down his cheek. Then he crushes me to him, squeezing me tight. “Thank you Coral,” he breathes. “Thank you so much baby, you’ve made my day saying that.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss his cheek and just hold him tight. “I haven’t upset you have I? Would you have preferred I didn’t say?”
“No baby,” he says, his voice muffled against my skin.
“Ok.” I hold him to me for the longest time.
Tristan finally leans back and pecks me on the nose. “We’d better get back,” he says.
“I guess,” I mumble, which makes him grin.
“Come on gorgeous.” Tristan slowly pulls out of me and I follow him into the bathroom so we can clean up after our sexing. Back in the bedroom, Tristan helps me into my dress, zips me up, then shrugs his jacket on.
“I better sort my make-up,” I say, remembering that Malcolm made me cry.
“I’ll come with you,” he says.
“Why?” I chuckle.
“I like watching you,” he says, shrugging slightly. “Your fascinating to me Coral.”
I blink up at him. “Fascinating?” Tristan nods, reaches out and softly strokes my cheek. Whoa! Then he follows me into the bathroom, and watches with amused fascination as I make myself look half decent again...
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I WAKE, AND SMILE A HAPPY CONTENTED SMILE.It’s Sunday morning, I’m in bed and we are aboard the yacht, we’ve been travelling overnight to some unknown destination – Tristan and his surprises! I stretch my body out, and with my eyes still closed, I reach out for Tristan, only to find he isn’t next to me.
I jolt upright and search the bedroom, he’s nowhere to be seen, then I notice it, a scribbled note lying next to me – with a goofy grin on my face, I pick up the note.
Wife – It is a beautiful day, why don't you come and meet me on deck for some breakfast.
Your loving Husband xXx
His note makes me smile a ridiculous ear to ear grin. I jump out of bed and head into the bathroom. Ten minutes la
ter, I have showered and I’m in my bikini. I’m about to walk out of the bedroom when I hear Tristan call out for me, it stops me in my tracks.
There’s something strangely significant about it? I turn and face the full length mirror in the bedroom. I’m in my khaki bikini – the one Tristan bought for me – I look back at my bronzed body, then look down at my toes – brown toes, pink toe-nails.
I take another step forward and open the door. Tristan calls to me again. Why does this feel so familiar? I look up at the wooden stairs and cock my head to the side, it’s like I know, but I don't know – How odd?
I climb the wooden stairs, and reaching the top I step out onto the decking, the bright sunshine blinding me for a moment, he’s right, it is a beautiful day.
Right at that moment, Tristan appears, he’s dressed in a pair of navy blue combat shorts, his torso is bare, as are his feet, and he’s wearing his aviator sunglasses. Boy he looks good!
I look out at my surroundings, and see we are moored in a little cove that’s surrounded by a beautiful rocky landscape – This is not Brighton, or anywhere near it? The sun is high, the sky a perfect blue, and the sea is sparkling. I turn to face Tristan, he is beaming at me, a smile so wide, that his dimples are deeper than I’ve ever seen them.
He reaches his hand out to me, I place my hand in his, then he leans down and softly kisses the back of my hand. “Mrs Freeman,” he coos, his smile still wide, then he leans forward and his lips meet mine.
And that when it hits me – Oh my God!
This is my dream, the dream I had of us on the boat! – Holy crap!
It must have been a premonition. I gasp aloud, making Tristan pull back, his face a worried picture. I have my mouth open in shock as I rapidly blink in my surroundings. Everything is the same, the colour of the sea, the rocks surrounding us, even down to what Tristan and I are wearing – It’s all exactly the same. Oh my God!
My legs start shaking so badly I feel like I may just collapse.
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