CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) (4 page)

I moan out loud to the sensation of his
lips kissing every part of me, his warm breathe against my skin, especially my
breasts, his lips and tongue gently tease my nipples, they harden and elongate
with his touch, his hands slide down my body and smoothly remove my lacy shorts,
then he spreads my legs apart.

I’m panting and quivering for him, I want
him so badly. Then his hot breath is on me, between my legs, his tongue gently
lapping against my clitoris.

“Tristan,” I moan and buck my body, my head
craned back. I can feel I’m building…so quickly. ”Oh god…” I groan. Just as I’m
about to climax he stops and blows gently on me and that’s all it takes – The
most mind blowing orgasm rips through me, I completely lose who I am, and it
doesn’t stop, it just keeps going on and on.

My eyes roll into the back of my head….I
shake and shudder as I slowly come back down to earth.
Whoa! What was that?

I’ve never felt like that before, that
was…..amazing!
Oh Tristan, the power you yield over me
…Then it hits me,
I just had non-penetrative sex again, and I didn’t freak out.

Unwelcome tears start to flow against my
cheeks. I think it’s relief, letting go…
oh Tristan…

I bring my hands up and hide my face, I
feel so stupid for crying.

“Baby!” Tristan gasps, I am up and into his
arms in a heartbeat.

“Sorry,” I sniff, cradling my head under
his chin.

“Don’t be, he whispers.

I look up into his deep eyes. “Don’t stop,”
I choke. “I want you inside me, I want to feel you,” I sniff. Tristan kisses me
from the corner of my eye, down my cheek until he reaches my mouth, the tears
slowly subside as my lips part for his tongue, his taste.

He moans as he kisses me more ardently. I
can feel his erection between my legs, straining against his sweats, teasing
me. I slowly rub up and down against him, he moans with pleasure, then pulls
back from kissing me, panting hard.

We stare at each other for a moment, some
unspoken truth passing between us. Then he stands, reaches into his bag, throws
a condom on the bed and swiftly removes his sweats. My chin almost hits the
floor; seeing him in all his naked glory is something to behold –
Damn he’s
sexy!
Kneeling onto the bed, he rips the packet open and carefully places
the condom on his mighty fine manhood.

“Are you sure about this?” he questions. I
nod silently to him, feeling nervous again. He pulls me onto his lap. “Say it,”
he orders.

“Yes, I want this, I want you,” I say, but
my voice is shaking, giving me away. He closes his eyes and tenses his jaw. I
reach up and caress his cheek. “Please…” I whisper. “Before I get too nervous…”
I add.

His eyes flash open. “Hold on to me,” he
says. I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders. We stare at each other, our
lips inches apart. I feel the tip of his erection at the opening of my sex. I
gasp and try to grind against him.

He instantly stills me. “Slowly baby,” he
softly scolds. Whatever he wants, I will do.

I nod once keeping my eyes locked on his.
Then, slowly, very slowly, he eases himself into me, scrutinizing my face as he
does. He keeps going until his full length is buried deep inside me, filling me
completely.
I was right he does fit me like a glove.

He feels amazing. This feels amazing. I’m
on cloud nine…

“Ok?” He questions.

“Yes,” I pant.

“More?” He asks.

“Yes…please,” I whimper, urging him to move.
He starts up a steady, slow rhythm. I reach down and kiss him, teasing his
tongue with mine. My hips start to sway to their own beat, moving in time
against him, causing more friction…
oh shit!
I can feel it building
within me…again…so quickly. Tristan slowly picks up the pace. The feeling is
beyond anything I could have imagined. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

I throw my head back in ecstasy, and keep
up the relentless rhythm.
Oh baby, you can do this to me all night long…

“Oh baby…” Tristan moans, I look down and
watch him moving in and out of me, it’s so sexy, so hot. His cheeks start to flush,
our eyes catch again and I can tell he’s close.

I feel myself tighten, then tighten some
more. “Oh god…” I grip his shoulders with my hands. There are no more words.
I’m just sensation and feeling. I feel like every cell in my body is about to
explode, and I climax loudly, screaming out his name.

“Sorry,” I pant, feeling guilty, still
moving.

“Don’t be,” he grunts as he moves slightly,
and picks up the pace. “Oh Coral…” He moans, moving in and out of me. “You feel
so good baby.” I feel myself building again, and cry out as we both climax
together and fall down onto the bed.
Oh my god!

WE LIE FACE TO FACE.
Both
panting; coming down from our lovemaking. Tristan pulls me closer to him,
studying my face, gently running his knuckle across my cheek.

“Are you ok?” he asks in a deep, worried
voice. I grin from ear to ear. Tristan chuckles slightly and kisses me. “Are
you sure?” he asks losing the grin.

“Tristan you should know me by now. Do you
think I would hold back if I wasn’t ok?” I say stroking his cheek, my eyes
pleading with his. He looks mollified, but I can't be totally sure. “What’s
going on in that head of yours?” I ask.

“Loads,” he blurts. I frown back at him. He
gently kisses the tip of my nose, slides off the bed and walks into the
bathroom. When he returns his condom has disappeared but his erection hasn’t. I
grin up at him. “Can’t” he says, answering my unspoken question. “No more
condoms,” he adds pulling the quilt back and slipping inside.

“Come on,” he says tapping my backside
lightly. “Get under the covers, you’ll get cold.”

I have to agree I will, so I get inside.
Tristan lies on his back and hold his arm out waiting for me, as I place my
head on his shoulder, he puts his arm around me and starts stroking my back and
across my shoulders. I place my hand on his chest and softly stroke his smooth,
marbled, perfectly defined pectorals.

Then I panic. What if that was as good for
him as it was for me? –
Oh god, I hope he says yes!
I look up at him,
and instantly lose my train of thought. Tristan is staring up at the ceiling,
deep in thought.

“I’m fine,” I tell him firmly. He looks
down at me and stares back for a couple of seconds, I can see he still looks a
little nervous, apprehensive, then he stares up at the ceiling again.

“More than fine actually, I’ve never had it
so good...” I stop and think about it, nope not even after climaxing with
Justin, I never felt this good. “I didn’t know it
could
feel this good,”
I add pleading for him to understand.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asks
his tone sharp.

“Tell you what?” He pulls his arm from
underneath me and leans up onto his elbow, so he’s hovering over me, then he cocks
one eyebrow up at me –
Oh that!

“Do you think it’s something I’m proud of?”
I gripe. “I made a mistake, a stupid mistake and it cost me.” I bite.
Why is
he asking about this now?

Tristan sighs deeply and closes his eyes
for a moment.

“Besides,” I grin feeling ecstatic. “I
didn’t freak out!”

“Freak out?” he says darkly.
Ok, so how
do I put this?

“I talked to George about you, from the
very moment we met I knew I wanted you, but I wasn’t sure how I could even
begin to…to have something, to be with you sexually. Sometimes I have
nightmares about what happened,” I quietly admit.

“Fuck!” He hisses and squeezes his eyes
shut, when he opens them, I can see they are full of turmoil. He leans down and
presses his lips hard against mine; it’s just not painful. “I guess it’s not
something that’s easy to say,” he murmurs against my lips.

“No it wasn’t. I was afraid…afraid that if
we were going well and I told you, I’d lose you,” I admit.

“That’s not going to happen Coral,” he
softly scolds.

“Why did you react the way you did? You
scared me.”

“I know and I’m sorry about that, I just...if
I could find him...” Tristan drifts off again.

“Don’t,” I say pressing my finger to his
lips.

“Did you go to the police?” he asks, taking
my fingers in his. “Report it?”
Here we go!

“No.” I gaze down at his bare chest.

He gasps in shock. “Why the hell not
Coral?” he snaps, lifting my chin so I have to look at him.

“I told you, I tried to find him but...I
think everything he said to me was a lie,” I whisper.

Tristan grits his teeth. “So I’ll never
find him,” he hisses.

“I don’t think so,” I answer. “But like I
said, even if I did know who he was, you know how the system works it would
have been my word against his…” I sigh heavily. “I know that sounds bad, he
could be doing the exact same thing to some other girl right now, but it’s who
I am and how I handle things. I’m very good at blocking out bad things that
happen, repressing them.” Tristan closes his eyes and pinches his nose then he
sighs heavily, and gazes down at me.

“Did you tell anyone?” I shake my head. “You
went through it alone?” he gasps in horror.

“I had no choice,” I tell him.

“What do you mean? You have Gladys, your sister!”
he barks. I can see he’s angry again.

“Tristan don’t please, I...I think to be
fair, I was in shock,” I whisper.

He shakes his head in exasperation at me.
How do I make him understand that what happened then, was nothing compared to
what happened to me as a child.

“I find it hard to....to open up to people.
I'm very private,” I say sheepishly.

“You didn’t trust your mother or sister?”
he snaps questioningly.

“Adopted mother and sister,” I clarify
sarcastically.

“Don’t be a smart arse,” he scolds. “And
stop trying to change the subject,” he adds.

I shake my head in exasperation. “Fine! I
tried to handle it on my own for a few weeks, it happened just before I got the
studio. I figured I could handle it, then I realised I wasn’t coping so well,
so that’s when I found George.” I blurt out.

“And he knows?” He questions.

I nod my head. “I couldn’t tell him
straight away, I was too...ashamed,” I whisper.

“Well if you didn’t talk about that right
away, what did you talk about?”
Shit!
Me and my big mouth! I suddenly
feel trapped. I don’t want Tristan to know about that part of my past. I don’t
want him to know how much of a freak I am, or at least, that I feel like it.

“Other things,” I whisper staring out into space.

“Like what?” I try to struggle out of his
arms. “Why do I get the feelings that there’s more?” he asks sharply.

“Tristan don’t, ok!” I snap. “You know more
about me than anyone else ever has. Can’t you just be satisfied with that?”
Tristan glares back at me. I pull him close to me again. “Please Tristan, I
don’t want to fight. I know that must have been a shock to hear, and you
probably feel really angry about it’ – “More like helpless,” he interrupts, his
voice acerbic, his eyes staring back at me with a look I’ve never seen before.
I can’t quite put my finger on it. Is it pity, remorse, hate?

“I just...I want to make you safe,” he
tells me in a softer tone.

“You do!” I try to reason with him but I
can see a veil creeping over his face. “Please don’t pull away from me,” I whisper.
“Don’t shut down on me.”

“What do you expect?” he answers sharply. “You
won’t let me in, it’s very frustrating.”

“There’s nothing you can do anyway, except
to keep loving me and being with me the way you have been. I feel like the
luckiest girl in the world, don’t spoil it.”

“Spoil it?” he spits.
That’s it, I’m
done. I want to go home!

Pulling out of his arms, I get out of bed, pick
up my clothes and head towards the bathroom, but Tristan stops me by wrapping
his arms around me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, squeezing me
tight. “Don’t go.” He turns me around and stares down at me, then softly
strokes my cheek. “Stay,” he whispers, gently running his knuckle down my
cheek.

“No, you need some time to process this and’
– “I’m sorry, stay… please,” he interrupts. Leaning down he presses his lips
hard against mine - it’s almost painful again. “Please, don’t leave me again,”
he murmurs against my lips, the tremble in his voice makes my resolve instantly
falter.

“Ok,” I whisper, feeling exhaustion wash
over me. I guess no sleep, and no food over the past couple of days is finally
catching up with me. I feel like I could sleep through the whole weekend. I
walk around the bed, dropping my clothes on the floor and climb under the
quilt.

We both lie on our sides gazing at each
other, not touching.

“I wish I could take it away,” he whispers.

“You do, you just don’t know you do.”

“How?”

“By being you, by loving me the way you do.
It makes all the bad things kind of disappear.”

His mouth pops open in shock. “
All
the bad things?”
Damn it!

“Tristan,” I grumble. He’s getting closer
to figuring it, out and I don’t want him to. “Can we talk about something else,”
I say frustratingly.

“Like what?” He says, slightly bemused.

“How about how good that was?” I say
grinning cheekily at him. His dimples deepen and his lips twitch fighting back
a smile, but his eyes are still dark and brooding. “And we’ve only just begun,”
I say closing my eyes.

Then I remember my original question.
Shit,
what if it wasn’t that good for him?

My eyes flash open meeting his. “It..it was
good for you too, right?” I question.

“Coral.” Tristan closes his eyes in
frustration and runs his hand through his hair. When he opens his eyes he leans
closer to me, takes my face in his hands and gently kisses me. “Better than
I’ve ever known it with anyone else,” he admits.

I scan his face trying to detect the lie,
but I can’t see anything that would make me think otherwise. I close my eyes
and let that answer sink in. Tristan squeezes me harder, pulling me closer to
his solid muscled body. “So you love me,” he whispers into my ear.

I smile, keeping my eyes closed.
This is
a far better conversation.

“Yeah, god knows why?” I joke.

“I don’t know why either,” he exhales.
What?

“What?” My eyes flash open. “Tristan that
was a joke,” I admonish.

“You could have any man you want and you
pick me?” He says in astonishment.

“I don’t want anyone else but you,” I
whisper, trying to convince him of how I feel, his arms tighten around me. “Sounds
like I’m not the only one with issues,” I say observantly.

God knows why he would have issues. He’s
loving, caring, sweet, clever, handsome, has a body to die for, plus he’s got a
thriving business that’s made him very wealthy. I just don’t get it. What
exactly does he think he’s lacking?
It’s not love, so what?

I decide to mull it over in the morning,
when I’m more straight headed. I can think more clearly and get it out of him,
somehow.
Whoa!
I suddenly understand Tristan’s perspective of me. How
frustrating it is not knowing something about that person? To have them hold a
secret that they won’t tell you? I sigh heavily, maybe someday....someday I’ll
tell him.

I sleepily open my eyes and stare up at
him. “See you in the morning,” I say yawning involuntarily. Tristan smiles, but
I can see he’s still deep in thought. I find myself drifting off, I’ve never
felt so relaxed, so safe and protected; it’s a beautiful feeling.

“Tristan…” I murmur.

“Yeah baby,” he answers huskily, stroking
my hair, my shoulders.

“We need to get a really big pack of
condoms tomorrow,” I drawl, sleep taking me before I can hear his reply...

I WAKE UP TO
a flood of
sunshine filling the room. My first thought is of Tristan, turning over I reach
out for him only to find he is not there. I lunge forward searching the room
for him, listening intently for any sound, any movement, the room is silent except
for my shallow breathing. My heart sinks, then I notice a piece of paper lying
on his side of the bed. Reaching over I pick it up...

Gone to get breakfast, be back soon. Stay where you
are beautiful. Tristan Xxx

I’m instantly
flooded with a warm homely feeling. How sweet of him, but I wish he’d have
woken me before he left, that scared me for a second. Stepping out of bed, I
wonder idly what time it is. As I look out through the ceiling height window, I
see the sun is high up in the sky, so I know it can’t be too early. I pad along
the bedroom into the bathroom, and clean myself up after last night’s sexing.

Once I’m done. I walk over to the double sinks
and wash my hands, yawning widely as I do. Then I look up at myself –
Holy
crap!
I have panda eyes from my mascara smudging and my hair is standing up
all over the place, what a sight! – I’m really glad Tristan
hasn’t
seen
me like this, it’s really not attractive!

I wash my face twice, removing all traces
of make-up, clean my teeth and brush the knots out of my hair. Staring back at
myself, I feel satisfied that I look half decent, and make my way back to bed.

As I lie on the bed waiting for Tristan’s
return, I run the events of last night through my mind. I remember him showing
me the photos of his folks, the idea I had springs to mind again and I wonder
if it’s something I can get done one of the days next week, maybe on my lunch
hour? Then I sigh heavily, I have to deal with Susannah next week, Tristan said
she is nice, but I know what I’m like, it’s not going to be easy. Then I think
about the fact that for the first time in two years, I had sex, and I didn’t
freak out – well I kind of did the first time – but either way, I didn’t the
second time. A slight shudder runs through me as I recall walking out on him –
I quickly banish the thought.