CORAL - Forever (A Romance Trilogy, Book 3) (56 page)

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 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 hands gripping my waist. His
thumb continuing to circle my clitoris, bringing me closer to the brink.

“Tristan...” I can hardly breath, 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 lay there for ages, both
catching our breath...

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, then 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. “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...

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 is not 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
later 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. Tristan is
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. Then 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.

“Coral!” Tristan whips me up into his arms, takes me under
the shelter of the canopy and sits me down on one of the sofa’s. “What is it
baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, pulling his shades off.

“I...” I stare blankly at him, still in shock.

“Coral?” Tristan prompts. I start to laugh, hysterically. I
fall back onto the sofa, clutching my belly. Tristan instantly relaxes, and
laughs along with me. “What are you laughing about?” He asks, in-between
chuckles, running his hand up and down my hip.

When I finally manage to compose myself, I sit up and take
his beautiful face in my hands.

“Good morning Mr Freeman, my husband, my love.” I lean
forward and kiss his full soft lips.

“Good morning to you too,” he says, reaching up and softly
stroking my cheek. “Want to tell me why you almost gave me heart failure? He adds
sarcastically.

“I’m sorry baby,” I say falling into his arms, embracing him
tightly.

“It’s ok, I’m just glad you’re alright, but I would
appreciate an explanation?” He says, softly stroking my back.

“You’re not going to believe this,” I say, pulling back and grinning
widely at him. Then I tell Tristan all about the dream...Now
he’s
the
one that looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“No wonder you looked like you did,” he says, shaking his
head in surprise.

“I know, spooky, right?”

“Very spooky,” he says, his eyes wide and if I’m not
mistaken he’s a little freaked out.

I look up again and check out the yacht and the cove. “Where
are we?” I ask.

“Cornwall.” Tristan beams from ear to ear, his dimples on
full wattage. “That’s Polzeath beach,” he adds, pointing inland.

“Wow! It’s beautiful,” I say, still feeling strangely odd
about the premonition.

“Still freaked out?” Tristan asks.

“Yeah...” I laugh, shaking my head slightly – I still can't
believe it was going to come true!

“Me too!” He laughs. “Hungry?” He adds.

“Yes!” I beam, feeling ravenous. God knows what time we
actually fell asleep this morning? Tristan and his sexing! Then again, I
initiated it twice, so can't really blame him.

“Sore?” Tristan chuckles as we walk hand in hand over to the
breakfast table.

“Dirty boy!” I chide playfully. “And yes, I am. No more sex
for at least a couple of days,” I tease. Tristan pouts, making me giggle aloud.

“Oh I do love it when you giggle Mrs Freeman.” He leans
forward, takes my face in his hands and kisses me so softly I have to fight
back the tears...

IF
ALL NEWLY MARRIED COUPLES HAVE THIS MUCH SEX
, I’m surprised they get
anything done! The most blissful (with one very sad moment) month of my life has
passed by in a whir of activities. Gladys and Malcolm’s wedding, Joyce’s very,
very tearful goodbye, Rob and Carlos flying to China and returning with
Xiao-Mei (pronounced Shao-Mei) the cutest little baby girl I have ever seen. Cookery
classes, therapy with George, Hypnotherapy with Cindy, and instead of training
with Will (which I’m still not allowed to do yet, but I am swimming again) I’ve
been having Physiotherapy.

I just love my Physiotherapist’s. His name is Raj and he’s a
very dedicated sikh, who wears a large turban and has a wicked strong Indian
accent. He’s one of the nicest, friendliest people I have ever met, and he’s
really funny too, so when he’s doing his thing with my shoulder, and I’m in
pain, he makes some random joke that just has me laughing so hard that my belly
hurts.

In-fact, he and his wife Amarjeet have been over for dinner
a couple of times, sampling my cooking. They have also returned the offer and
had Tristan and I dine with them – they can cook a mean curry. It took a lot of
persuading to get Raj to part with the family recipe, but eventually he did. Other
news is that I no longer want to move to Cornwall – Tristan was right, again! I
just don't think I could give up Brighton, my family or my friends. I’d miss
them all too much, besides, now I’m the owner of a luxury motor yacht we can
travel down there as much as we want – I still haven’t got over the shock –
Plus, Tristan and I are now godparents to little Mei, so what good would we be
if we were never around – besides it’s good practice – At least we get to give
her back!

Debs, Scott and Lily, are still arguing about Spain, not
sure what decision they’ll come to, I just hope they keep their shit together,
for Lily’s sake. I still haven’t taken the sailing lessons yet, not healed
enough for that. Tristan say’s next spring or summer, I’m very excited about
it...

I look up at my desktop. I am at
Chester House, and I’m sat at my desk scrolling through agencies for work. Even
though I have loved seeing Tristan so much, I need my independence, and I think
it’s just as healthy to have time apart as it is to have quality time together
– so I need a different job! But as I sit, in all honesty, getting bored with
the agencies offerings, I can't help thinking back to last Friday. Just before Rob
and Carlos flew to China, we all went out dancing. Debs and Scott joined us, as
well as Joe, Claire and Karen (my new girlfriends) and we all had a blast. Rob
was equally as impressed with Tristan’s dance moves. Hmm, Tristan’s dance moves,
and I drift off into another daydream...

Tristan and I are in the club, practically having sex on the
dance floor as we grind our bodies against one another in a very slow sexy
tempo as Justin Timberlake sings Mirrors – Such a top tune! Debs, Rob and Joe
have their mouths gaping open as we continue to bump and grind against each
other – “Coral?” I look up, feeling quiet startled. Tristan is stood outside
his office door, his hands on his hips – He doesn’t look very happy. “I’ve been
calling you?” He says, his head cocked to the side.

“You have?” I squeak. Damn he looks hot today. He’s in his
gun metal grey suit, white shirt, dark blue tie – I’m swooning!

He shakes his head and laughs at me, then walks over to me.
Unfortunately, in my mesmerised state, I haven’t switched programmes. So the
first thing Tristan notices as he steps behind me is the webpage with the job
agency splattered all over it –
Uh-oh!

“Job agency eh?” He says. I bite my bottom lip –
Oops!
Caught at work doing something I shouldn’t be doing! He frowns down at me, his
one hand on his hip, the other hand rubbing his chin – He’s contemplating
something, but I’m not sure what it is? I immediately picture the sexy time we
had last night and start to get breathless.

I thought being blindfolded was sexy enough, but being tied
up, teased until you can't take anymore then having hot, make your legs shake
sexy sex, with a few sexy spankings in-between, is enough to make any girl
drool over her man. Maybe he’s considering doing that, a sexy punishment for
being caught slacking on the job? My sex starts throbbing, my heart relocating
to my throat – I can hardly breathe. In an effort to control myself, I press my
thighs together, trying to stop the throbbing, and take several, deep calming
breaths.

“Oh fuck it!” He finally says, reaching down and clasping my
hand in his. In the next breathe, he has pulled me to my feet and we are
marching down the hallway, towards reception. I am struggling to keep up in my
heels and tight pencil skirt.

“Tristan, what are you doing?” I protest.

“I want to show you something,” he says, I am almost running
as I try to keep up with his long strides.

“Joe. Take messages.” Tristan orders as we march past
reception. I give her a brief wave and a I-don't-know-what’s-going-on look.

Tristan pushes the glass door open for me. “After you wife,”
he says, winking at me as I duck past him and out into the cloudy morning.

“Tristan, what’s going on?” I question as he firmly clasps
my hand in his and we continue walking, my heels clicking loudly against the
pavement. He doesn’t answer me. I want to huff at him, but he seems slightly
bemused by what he’s doing. It’s as though there’s an internal battle raging?

We make a right turn, taking us deeper into the block of
offices, then a left and finally he comes to an abrupt stop. We’re only five
minutes from the office, in the business sector. Then, standing behind me, he
places his hands on my shoulders and turns me around so I’m facing a sandwich
shop called Arnie’s Sarnie’s.
Is he trying to tell me he’s hungry?

“Tristan, why are’ – “First impression, what do you think?”
He asks.

“What?” I twist my head around to look up at him.

“Coral, just go with me on this – please?” He begs, his eyes
dancing with mirth. I shrug, wondering what he’s up to, but decide to play
along.

I turn back around and stare up at the shop. “It’s too
dark,” I say. I have been to this sandwich shop several times – they do nice
sandwiches –it’s small and quaint but it seriously needs a lick of paint. The
shop sign is painted in black, as is the door, and the interior makes you feel
like you’ve just walked onto a navy ship; it’s that military grey colour.

“What else?” Tristan asks, his lips inches from my ear, his
breath on my cheek. I swoon for a moment, my legs slightly trembling, I want to
pounce on him – How does my husband still do this to me?
Concentrate Coral!

I take a deep, calming breathe. “Um...well they have no
board outside, so there’s nothing to entice people in.”

“Very good. What else?”

“They have the room, so why haven’t they got two or three
tables and chairs outside too?”

“Keep going,” Tristan prompts.

“They could have a canopy fitted with the shop’s logo on it.
At least then, the people sitting outside won’t get blasted by the sun – in
summer!” I dryly add, because our beautiful summer is coming to an end, I can
feel it. The wind is cooler and the sun has lost its intense summer heat,
autumn is on its way – and then there’s the dreaded winter – I hate the cold!

Tristan is nodding along with me, but I still don't know
what he’s up to.

“Tristan, is this some sort of test?” I ask, glancing up at
him.

“No.” His eyes are narrowed and fixed on the shop. “Anything
else, before we go inside?”
We’re going in? Maybe he does want to eat?

I look at the shop again. “Yes.” I firmly answer. “They
could put a screen door up so the front door can stay open, which means the
smell of the food would entice people in too.”

Without a word, Tristan slowly spins me around, 180 degrees;
then he repeats the process, whispering in my ear as he does. “What do you
see?” He says.

Apart from feeling a little dizzy from being spun around,
and Tristan’s close proximity, I take a good long look, trying to work out what
he wants me to see. Lots and lots of office buildings?

“This is the only place to eat?” I guess, eyeing the sandwich
shop. “Unless you go to Munchies, but that’s ten minutes from here.” I add.

“Excellent.” Tristan clasps my hand again and we walk over
to the shop. He pulls the door open, I can tell it’s stiff and heavy, and
gestures for me to go first again. “After you wife,” he says again, his eyes
glinting wickedly at me.