CORAL - Forever (A Romance Trilogy, Book 3) (45 page)

Tristan’s eyes darken, his dominant look creeping in – weird
really because I’ve always found it very sexy – I just didn’t know it was
dominance!

“What did you like from the books you read Coral?” He asks
in his sexy, husky voice. He leans back against the sofa, his arm spread out
behind me, and takes a sip while he waits for my answer.

I shake my head at him. “No way Mr Freeman, we are doing
this my way!”

“Your way?” He questions, his head cocked to the side.

“Yes. I want you to tell me what you’ve done, and in return,
I’ll tell you if it’s something that I’ve read and if it well...did things for
me,” I say, feeling shy. “Deal?” I add.

“Deal.” Tristan smiles his enigmatic smile at me, leans
forward and kisses me tenderly again...

TRISTAN
AND I ARE QUIETLY SIPPING MORE BRANDY.
It would seem, from the hour
long conversation we’ve just had, that the things that turn me on, that I’ve
never tried, are pretty much the same things that turn Tristan on. Apart from
the odd thing here or there, that we are both willing to try with one another. Hmm,
a sexual spanking from Tristan – I wonder how I’m actually going to feel about
that?

But as Tristan has assured me, several times tonight
‘You
don't like it baby, just say so and we’ll stop’
This, as he again, has
informed me several times, will not be a sub-dom thing, but a relationship, in
which two people explore, and hopefully fulfil each other’s wants and needs. I
feel kind of weird and excited at the same time. I have to remind myself that I
did want this conversation, and now it’s out there, what we both want, I really
hope I don't fuck it up and Tristan leaves me – I immediately stop that line of
thinking – I know he won't leave me, he’s crazy about me. Christ he’s deeply in
love with me, any fool can see that, so it’s about time I damn well accepted it
too. But there’s a part of me that feels like I’m not matched to him anymore,
he’s done so many different things. He’s so experienced compared to me. I want
to know what it’s like, but I’m so nervous about it all.

I sigh inwardly, the only way I’m going to know if this is
something I can handle is to try it. I swallow hard and try to be brave.

“So...what do you think now Coral?” Tristan asks.

I stare back at him, wondering what to say and feeling so
shy again. “Um...” I laugh nervously and throw back the rest of my brandy. Then
I stand, take my glass over to the mini-bar and turn to gaze at him. “Why don't
you show me,” I say in a moment of bravery.

“What?” Tristan smirks, then loses the grin as he stares
back at my anxious face.

“Show me, I want to know what it’s like, if this is
something I can do for you.”

“Coral, you don't need to do it for me, I’ve told you that,”
he replies.

“I know, but I want to know.” I walk over and stand in front
of him. “Show me,” I say again, holding out my shaking hand to him.

“You want to try?” He asks., lowering his head and looking
up at me through his long lashes.

“Yes.” I answer firmly.
Jeez!

His eyes are so dark now, and his demeanour...This is
Dominant Tristan – I swallow hard. I’m so nervous, yet so turned on. I stare
back at him, wondering if I’m doing the right thing here. Tristan hasn’t moved
in inch, he’s still staring up at me, his eyes narrowed as he does. Making a
decision maybe, I don't know? So I decide to prompt him into action.

“Tristan,” I close my eyes and take a deep calming breath.
“You know all this talking about sex has got me really turned on’ – His lips
reach mine, instantly silencing me, and it’s like no kiss I’ve had from him
before – This is different, way, way different – This is dirty, sexy kissing!

In a flash, he has bent down, skimmed his hands up my legs,
grabbed hold of my hips. Lifted me up and pushed me up against the living room
wall. I wrap my legs around him as his hands grope my ass, squeeze my hips,
he’s pushing his erection hard against me as the kiss continues, commanding me,
possessing me, taking not giving, but most of all it’s really freakin’ hot!

Tristan is really turned on, I’m really turned on –
Holy
fuck!

I grip his hair hard, and kiss him back with every inch of
passion that’s burning through my veins for this man, our moans and grunts
filling the silence.

And it just doesn’t stop. It’s like all the tension, all the
passion, want and need is flooding out of him. It’s like he’s finally kissing
me the way he probably wanted to kiss me the moment he met me. I get a flashback
of him saving me from falling outside Munchies, how he held me in his arms, his
eyes burning into mine –
Whoa!
Yes, it was there too...I remember now.
Then after what seem like the longest, most passionate kiss in history, he
pulls back panting hard and releases me.

“Coral, you’re still healing, we need to be careful.” He
commands in a deep, sexy voice, his lips inches from mine –
Whoa!
My
lips feel so big, and swollen.

I look up, and there it is, that look in his eyes. It’s the
exact same look he had when we first met, right there in reception at Chester
House– No wonder it made me feel weird, and freaked out – I guess I was
subconsciously picking up on it.

“Are you going to show me, or not?” I pant, although I think
he’s just given me a pretty good taster – And I want more!

He reaches out, his hand caressing my cheek for a moment,
his eyes boring into mine, it’s like he’s debating whether or not to. Decision
made, he takes a step back and silently holds his hand out to me. I place my
hand in his, my heart a frantic tattoo and I walk with him into the bedroom –
What’s
he going to do?

We stop a few feet from the bed. Tristan releases my hand,
picks up his MP3 player and selects a track. The most sexy, slow soulful sound
fills the speakers.

“Who’s this?” I breathe.

Tristan turns to me. “Massive Attack, Teardrops,” he says.

“Oh...” I swallow hard and just stare back at him – Frozen.

“Coral, do you really want to do this?” I nod in reply. Then
reach up to unclip my halter-neck dress. “Allow me,” he says in his sexy, husky
voice.

I drop my arms and watch him casually stroll over to me. Just
watching the way he walks is getting me all hot and bothered. Tristan stands
right in front of me, we are both still breathing heavy. He reaches out and
slowly skims his forefinger across my collarbone. I look up at him through my
lashes – I’m so glad I put my make-up on tonight – and smile, he smiles back.

I think we are both relieved. I guess we both feel more
secure in knowing what we want from each other – I’m so glad Debs came round
and told me about Scott. At least now I will hopefully, be giving Tristan his
kicks, so fingers crossed, he won’t fall into another woman’s arms –
Stop it
Coral! Tristan is right in front of you – concentrate!

I look up at Tristan again, and without a word, he spins his
forefinger in the air.
Oh!
He wants me to turn around. I smile
coquettishly at him and slowly turn around. He pulls me back gently, so I can
feel his body against mine, his hard erection pressed against my backside.

“Mmm...” I close my eyes.

He keeps his one hand gently pressed on my belly, then he
slowly moves all of my hair to my left shoulder. Then I feel him gently place a
kiss on my scar. Then his lips are on my right shoulder, planting more soft,
wet kisses, as he works his way up my neck, right up to my ear. He gently bites
my earlobe, making me groan with want.

“Hmm, you smell so good baby,” he says in his deep, husky
voice, his teeth grazing my earlobe once more.

“Tristan,” I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. I want him,
now. And I know he wants me, because I can feel his erection harden against my
backside.

He suddenly kneels down behind me. I feel his hands either
side of my knees. His fingertips start to skim lightly up my legs, underneath
the thin material of my dress, my head falls back, my mouth slack. Tristan’s
breathe hitches when he reaches my lacy hold-ups.

“So....sexy,” he slowly says, in his deepest voice. His
hands continue to lightly skim up my legs until they reach the front of my lacy
thong. “Mmm, I do approve Miss Stevens,” he teases.

Then his one hand pushes against my belly again, pulling me
against his erection, while his other hand reaches underneath the lacy material
of my thong, and stops when he reaches my sex. I feel his lips kissing along my
neck and shoulder, driving me wild. Then he circles my clitoris a couple of
times, then sinks two fingers inside me, his thumb still caressing.

“Ahh...Tristan,” I moan.

“Oh baby,” he whispers. “You’re so ready.” His fingers begin
their torture, in and out –
Christ I’m going to come!
But I still want
to try something different, I want to know what it’s like, yet Tristan still
hasn’t agreed or disagreed?

“Tie me up,” I whisper.

“No baby, not until you’re healed,” he whispers back,
kissing my neck several times.
Jeez, my legs are going to give way.

I want to roll my eyes, he’s still worried about me, even
though I’m so much better. “Blindfold me then,” I whisper, trying to be brave.

Tristan’s hands still. “Coral,” he whispers. “Not now.”

I open my eyes, turn my head and meet his heated gaze. I
reach up and softly caress his cheek.

“I want to try,” I whisper. “I thought you were going to
show me?” I can see he’s still hesitant about this. “I trust you,” I tell him. He
still looks torn. “Do it Tristan,” I challenge. “Show me what it’s like,” I
add, my heart racing. Tristan takes hold of my wrist, registering my pulse,
then kisses the inside of my hand.

“Ok,” he reluctantly says, his eyes darkening. “Close your
eyes baby,” he softly demands, so I do. I feel him gently pull his fingers from
inside me, then I hear him opening a drawer, then he’s behind me again. I can
feel the heat of his body, smell his potent scent.
Fuck! What’s he going to
do?
All my senses are on high alert, yet I’m turned on, big time!

“Are you sure?” he questions, still not touching me.

“Yes.” I say as confidently as I can.

“This is one of my ties,” Tristan whispers. “I’m going to
place it over your eyes now,” he adds, then slowly and carefully does so, and
ties it at the back of head. “Don't be afraid,” he softly says.

“I’m not,” I pant. I open my eyes, I can't see a thing. It’s
pitch black.
Whoa!

His arms encase me, one around my chest, the other around my
waist, squeezing me tight. “I’ll never hurt you Coral,” he whispers in my right
ear.

“I know,” I whisper back.
Boy I love this guy!

“Just tell me to stop ok,” he softly adds.

“I will, I promise,” I tell him.

“Ok baby. I’m going to undress you now,” Tristan whispers.
His fingers begin slowly tracing across my shoulders, up towards my neck, I
feel him unclip my dress. He slowly peels the dress down my body, until I feel
it pool at my feet. I’m not wearing a bra, so now all I’m in are my knickers,
hold-ups and stilettos.

“Wow!” Tristan exclaims in delight, I can tell he’s moved so
he’s in front of me. “You are such a sight to behold baby.” I feel him gently
kiss my lips. “I’m going to kiss you all over, my beautiful girl.” Tristan
lifts me into his arms and gently lays me down on the bed.
Oh my God!

This is so hot, I have no idea where he’ll touch or kiss me
next, and that’s what’s driving me wild, turning me on so much.

“I want you to do something Coral,” he demands.

“What?” I whisper.

“Lay your hands down each side of you, and keep them there.”
What?

“Why?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer me but I hear him stripping
his clothing, it makes me smile. Then I feel his weight on the bed, crawling up
to me? Tristan lifts my chin, the contact of his fingers making me gasp aloud.

“Because I said so,” he says in his deepest, sexiest voice.

I almost climax – I swallow several times, I’m panting for
Christ’ sake!

“Answer me baby,” he says, a little softer.

“Ok,” I whisper. I lay my arms down either side of me, my
hands are pushing into the bed, my fingers gripping the covers.

He plants his lips on mine for a moment, his tongue softly
invading my mouth, then he starts trailing soft, wet kisses down the left side
of my neck. His lips are the only thing that’s touching me, I cannot feel his
hands, or the weight of his body. Then he kisses my lips again, and repeats the
process down the right side of my neck. I’m squirming inside, and my breathe is
coming in sharp gusts –
Damn this is amazing!

“Oh baby,” Tristan says, planting another kiss on my lips.
“You’re so responsive, so beautiful.” He begins again kissing the hollow base
of my throat, working his way down in between my breasts, and I know where he’s
heading. He stops abruptly, then I feel his soft lips gently suck my already
pert nipple into his mouth –
Holy Fuck! I’m going to come.

“Tristan,” I cry out. He moves and does the same with my
left nipple. “Ahh...” I feel him shift his weight slightly as he trails kisses
down the centre of my body. He stops again, and I feel his fingers softly
stroke my torso.
Whoa!
That feels so sensual, so sexy...

His fingers work their way down towards my knickers, his
lips following, with sweet kisses. He cups the material between his fingers and
slowly peels them off – I feel so...so, exposed!

I know what he’s going to do, and I know the moment he
touches my sex, that’ll be it, I’ll come – I know I will.

“Even better,” I hear him say, I think he’s smiling. “Oh
Coral, you should see yourself now wearing nothing but hold-ups and heels. You
look so fucking sexy. I am so turned on right now.”