CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) (51 page)

“
Get you a bikini
while we
’
re at it,
”
he says, h
is
breathing getting heavier.
Whoa!

“
Good idea,
”
I say, swallowing hard as his hand
continues to travel up my leg.
“
Tristan,
”
I w
arn.

“
Yes,
”
he answers playfully.

“
If you don
’
t stop doing that I
’
m going to jump on you and I don
’
t care who sees.
”

“
Well, I do,
”
he says, his voice low.

“
Concentrate on the
road,
”
I admonish
. “
We don
’
t want to have an accident,
”
I add.

His hand is still travelling, teasing and
tantalizing me, so I reach across and place my hand on his crotch, and to my
great surprise, I find he’
s hard underneath his jeans.

“
I was just
picturing you in a bikini,
”
he
says a little breathlessly
, explaining the reason why.

“
Oh
!”
My heart is trying to claw it
’
s way out of my chest.
Tristan laughs and stops just as he reaches my sex –
Bastard!

“
You
’
re a tease,
”
I admonish, pulling my hand from his lap and crossing my arms.

Tristan laughs at my little hissy fit. “
You can't just turn me on like that and leave me hanging,
”
I scold, staring out of the window.

“
No?
”
he questions.

“
No,
”
I pout.

“
Shall we
make a quick detour home first?”
he
questions.
Yes!

“
Yes, before we go
shopping,
”
I say.

“
Your wish, my
command,”
he says and puts his foot down.
The car zooms in and out of traffic, and we sit silently, heading east back to
Tristan
’
s mega-pad
…

WAKING FROM MY PEACEFUL SNOOZE,
I turn onto my back, lean up onto my elbows and put my sunglasses
back on. The sea is sparkling like diamonds under the glare of the afternoon
sun, and I notice there are loads of boats out today, they look so tiny out
there in the distance.

“
Hmm…
”
I feel so content, so relaxed –
That’
ll be the hour
’
s worth of sexual antics you got up
to before shopping!

I grin like a fool. Is it really possible
to feel this happy?

“
Hey beautiful.
”
Tristan
’
s deep husky voice pulls me from my musing.

I turn and smile sleepily at him
…
boy he looks good, so sexy!
He’
s
wearing a pair of Oakley wraps
; he looks just as sexy
in them as he does in his aviators, and he’
s sat up
on his lounger – Of course we had to buy loungers, we couldn’
t just put a couple of towels down on the sand – with his e-reader
in his hand.

“
Hi
,”
I croak reaching down for the big bottle
of water we bought, and taking several gulps.

Ugh!
I still
feel stuffed from lunch. Even though the picnic basket we bought had several
mini sub rolls, two strawberry tarts – which I didn’
t
eat, I don't like short-crust pastry – and two goblets
of
chardonnay, Tristan insisted on buying extras, citing it wouldn’
t be enough to keep him going –
Man he
can put it away!

“
Need anything?
”
he asks.

As I turn and gaze at him through my
sunglasses, I see his chest is starting to look a little red, even though he’
s browning up nicely.

“
You
’
re burning
,”
I scold –
He has the decency to look a
little guiltily at me, especially after our argument in M&S about what sun
lotion to buy. I wanted the highest factor Tristan wanted the lowest. I told
him it makes no difference to how quickly you brown, and that the higher ones
protect your skin, he argued some more until I stamped my feet, and told him I
wasn’
t going unless we bought the one I wanted.

“
When was the last
time you put some on?
”
I say
questioningly.

He smiles wryly, shrugs at me and returns
to his reader – Must be a good book – I roll my eyes and pick up the lotion,
holding it out for his hands.

“
But I don't want
to get my reader greasy
,”
he
grumbles.

I roll my eyes again, sit next to him on
his lounger and squirt some into my hands. As I rub the sunscreen across his
mighty fine chest, I see a smirk start to play across his lips. I shake my head
at him and start laughing.

“
You did this on
purpose!
”
I scold half
laughing.

“
Of course
,”
he answers smugly watching m
e cream his skin.

I squirt more sunscreen into my hands and
rub it across his shoulders – they really do look a bit too red – I'm about to
ask him to put some on my back, but I stop myself – I want to tease him.
Squirting more cream into my hands, I head south rubbing the lotion across his
toned abdomen, keeping my eyes fixed on his gorgeous bronzed body.

My nipples respond all by themselves, trying
to break through the thin material of my new bikini. Tristan’
s one eyebrow cocks up in response, as I head f
urther south to the edge of his swim trunks. I sigh blissfully as I
reach his hardened erection.

“
Here?
”
he questions
,
reading my thoughts.

“
Yes
,”
I whisper leaning in to peck his open
lips.

“
Someone on one of
those boats could have binoculars
,”
Tristan g
rowls.

“
They won't see
anything
,”
I argue
.

Handing him the bottle of lotion, Tristan
puts his reader on the hamper
and I step my one foot
across the lounger, so my legs are wide apart, then slowly sink down and
straddle him, rubbing myself against him. His lips part as I lean in and kiss
him, his tongue lapping gently against mine…
Hmm, sex on the beach
…

“
I don't like this
,”
he growls looking up at the cliff face
behind us.

“
Like anyone is
going to turn up!
”
I argue.

“
Let
’
s make this quick
,”
Tristan
grumbles.

I pull his shorts down so his erection can
spring free. Then placing my one hand on his shoulder, I lift up, pull my
bikini bottoms to the side and take his erection between my other hand, I feel
his tip reach my opening, and slowly but surely I slide down over him, until
he’
s completely filling me.
Mmm…skin
against skin, it feels so good.

With both hands on his shoulders, I start
to move, up and down, my leg muscles protesting, but really grinding into him
as I come down. I want to feel his full length, buried deep inside me.

“
Quickly
,”
he moans, his mouth slack as I pump up
and down, gaining a rhythm.

Tristan grasps my thighs, his fingers
digging in, and then he’
s lifting me, and pumping up
into me as I come down on him –
Christ I’
m
close…so soon…so quickly.

“
Come on Coral,
”
he says, staring down at my pert nipples
underneath the material.

I take my hands from his shoulders, reach
down and move the material of my bikini top to the side, so my nipples and half
my breasts are on show for him.

“
Fuck!
”
he hisses and pulls me closer, sucking my
right nipple.

“
Ahh…
”
I feel it right down there, deep inside
me. He moves across and sucks the other, then leans back to gaze at me.

“
Jesus,
”
he hisses and pumps even faster
. “
You are so fucking sex
y,”
he groans.

“
Oh god…Tristan,
”
I moan as everything tightens and quickens
inside me. He is hitting my sweet spot. I fall spectacularly, squeezing him,
over, and over again, as my orgasm ripples through me
. “
Tristan,
”
I call
out, my
head lolling back, my mouth slack.

“
Christ,
”
he growls I feel him thrust into me once
more, then still, his hands gripping
my thighs tightly.
I open my eyes and see he has his eyes shut, his head craned back as he pours
himself into me, this man, this wonderful man; who will soon be my husband.
What
did I ever do to deserve him?

He opens his eyes and blinks up at me. “
Jesus Coral,
”
he
whispers, looking frantically around him, replacing the material back across my
breasts.

I start laughing at his worried expression.

“
It
’
s not funny!
”
he growls.

“
Your face i
s a picture,”
I say chuckling even harder.

“
Right!
”
Standing up with me in his arms
, I wrap my arms and legs around him and kiss his bronzed cheek; I
can still feel him inside me. Then he starts to march down the beach, towards
the shoreline, as he reaches the water, he smiles wryly at me and I know
exactly what he’
s going to do.

“
Tristan, no
!”
I shout
, “
It
’
s freezing
,”
I screech.

He wades into the water, stopping when it
reaches his waist, instantly freezing my legs and soaking my bikini bottoms – I
really don't like the Atlantic, it’
s too cold.
I grip him tighter, scowling angrily at him.

Tristan pecks me on the lips and then
smiles his cheeky grin.

“
Don't you dare!
”
I threaten b
ut it’
s too late
.

Tristan wraps his one arm around my
shoulder, the other around my waist, gripping me tightly and plunges us both down
into the icy cold water –
Oh my god!

Moments later, he launches back up, and I
cough and spit sea water.

“
Bastard
,”
I dither, my teeth clashing together.

Tristan laughs at me then I feel his
fingers tease my clitoris, before pulling himself out of me. Then he deftly
hides his manhood back in his shorts, and puts my bikini bottoms back in place.

“
That was cruel,
”
I say, pouting at him.

“
Ah, p
oor baby,”
he soothes.
“
But we
’re both
clean and fresh now,”
he
says
his eyes glinting wickedly. “
Besides, I needed
to cool down,”
he adds, kissing me
passionately, gripping me tightly. I welcome his tongue, his lips as they skim
along mine making me want him all over again.