CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) (6 page)

Oh boy!
He
looks even better in the daylight, the sun beating down on his body. I can see
every tiny muscle that’s been perfectly defined, his body is simply glorious,
so god damn glorious, and so are all his moves.

Kneeling onto the bed, he opens the condoms,
rips a packet open and places it on his erection. Taking him by surprise, I
push him down onto his back and straddle him, my hands resting on his chest as
he softly strokes my hips with his hands.

“I was never any good at this position,” I
whisper, my hair falling around my face.

“I very much doubt that,” he says, gazing
up at me.

I smile down and him, then I sit up and
take hold of his hot, heavy erection in my hand, he hisses at my touch. I
position him and slowly ease myself onto him, until I have taken all of him.

“Tristan,” I close my eyes and moan, I feel
so full.

“Ah baby…” He murmurs.

I open my eyes and see Tristan has his
closed. His mouth is slack, his hands digging into my hips. Then his eyes flash
open, his look hot and heated. He moves his right hand across my abdomen,
softly tracing the skin, then his thumb skims down and starts to gently rub my
clitoris, round and round.

I throw my head back and begin to move…oh
fuck…up and down, slowly grinding into him.

“Jesus Coral…you’re so tight,” he gasps
between gritted teeth – I’m so close again.

Tristan suddenly sits up, his hands
caressing my breasts, his mouth sucking my nipples. I place my hands on his
shoulders and ride him harder, desperate for the release, but Tristan suddenly
lifts me, pulling me off him…
No!

He lays me down, lifts up my legs and wraps
them around his neck. Then he’s in me again, pushing, faster, in and out…
Whoa!
I’ve never done it like this!

“Oh baby,” he croons, his eyes melting me.

”Oh god…” I moan my eyes closing. I’m so
close…Then he stops again…
No!

He takes my legs and wraps them around his
waist, then he wraps his strong arms around my waist and in one swift movement,
he’s kneeling and I’m sitting on him. Oh! He feels so big inside me this way.

“Tristan!” I wrap my arms around his neck
and grind into him. He takes hold of my face and kisses me hard, just as he
starts to move again. He pumps himself up and into me, quickly developing a
synchronized rhythm…
Wow, we just seem so in tune with one another
…I feel
myself quicken, everything starts to tighten up…
Oh god!

“Ah…Coral!” He growls, pumping faster.

I come again, screaming a garbled noise of
his name. He crushes me to him, still pumping into me, still kissing me hard
until he finds his release. “Oh baby…” He whispers against my lips and we both
collapse onto the bed…

I LAY IN POST-COITAL BLISS ACROSS TRISTAN’S CHEST.
He’s running his fingertips up and down my back, soothing me somehow;
it feels amazing. Neither of us say anything as we slowly catch our breath. But
there’s one thing I do know through my dreamy haze of happiness, Tristan turns
me on big time. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of him.

What a way to start the day! I can't help
chuckling at that thought.

Tristan starts to chuckle too, my head
moving up and down against his chest as he does. “What are you laughing at?” he
titters.

I look up to his face. “I was just thinking,
what a way to start the day,” I giggle.

“You got that right baby.” He flips me over
and lies on top of me. “Every day,” he whispers his face serious as he leans
down and softly kisses me.

“I hope so,” I whisper. He runs his hands
through my hair, and stares down at me like he can see straight through me
again – It’s unnerving.

“I love you,” he whispers and kisses me
hard, his erection digging into my belly –
Again?

“I love you too Tristan.” I whisper,
kissing him back with everything I’ve got, and before I know it, I am lost in
his touch, only this time it’s different.

Tristan takes his time and makes sweet,
slow love to me…

I LAY STARING UP
at the ceiling
in a dreamy haze; I feel so loose, my muscles feel so light. I’m floating in
the clouds again. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

“Well that was different!” I giggle.

“What was?” Tristan asks. He’s lying flat
on his back with his forearm draped across his forehead.

“Twice Tristan…really?” I cock one eyebrow
up at him. He opens his eyes and smiles his sexy smile at me. “You...you know a
lot of moves,” I add smiling shyly.

He turns on his side and gazes at me. “I
love that shy smile of yours,” he says his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “I
wanted to make up for last night,” he adds.

“I think we can safely say you did that,” I
chuckle, turning on my side to gaze back at him and admire his hair free chest.
“Do you shave?” I ask running my fingers across his chest. “You know your
chest?”

“No. Why?” He asks cocking his head to the
side.

“You’re dark haired, dark haired men are
normally more hairy than light haired.” I say, hoping he won’t probe any deeper,
well not with questions anyway.
Coral!

“Guess I’m just lucky then,” he titters
smugly.

I smile weakly at him. “I’m glad,” I
whisper, making circles around his nipples.

“Why?” He chuckles.
Damn it!

“I just…I don’t like hairy men. It turns me
off I guess,” I say, purposely smiling up at him.

“Turns you off huh?” He says. I nod shyly
again. “Hey,” Tristan reaches out and strokes my cheek. “I want to tell you
something,” he adds.

“Ok,” I squeak, hoping I’ll like it.

“You have an amazing body Coral,” he says,
making me feel self-conscious. “So sexy and your curves…” He blows out a deep
breath. I can’t help smiling shyly at him. “And these babies,” he adds,
squeezing both my breasts. “I’ve never seen a better pair. I don’t think I'm
ever going to get my fill of you.”

“Huh! Who’d have thought it, Tristan the
sex maniac,” I blurt.

“Maniac for you,” he admits, his eyes
dilating as he leans forward like a predator stalking its prey.

“Do we have time?” I ask feeling quite
astonished he can go again. He moves us so that the full length of his body is
pressed against mine, my back to the mattress. I can feel his erection digging
into my belly. Then his look changes to the same one he had last night – the
broody look. “What is it?” Tristan closes his eyes and presses his forehead
against mine. After a moment, he opens his eyes and gently kisses the tip of my
nose.

“You’re so beautiful, so brave…” He whispers,
his voice all husky and sexy again.

“Why did you say that last night?”
I
question.

“Say what?” He asks, his eyebrows knitting
together.

“That you don’t know why I love you? You
made it sound as though you don’t think you deserve me?”

“I don’t,” he answers smartly.

I frown deeply at him. “Yes, yes you do,” I
say, feeling totally bewildered that he would think that.

“Can I make you happy?” he questions aloud.

“You do,” I bark. “Tristan what’s this
really about? You said you had breakfast in bed before then you broke off like
you didn’t want to talk about it. Did she hurt you or something?” Tristan looks
horrified, like I’ve really caught him out. “Tristan talk to me,” I whisper,
trying to coax him into telling me.

“It’s...it’s, very difficult when you’re a
man in my position.” Tristan sits up with me in his arms so I’m sat in his lap
again, but I know he’s not finished so I keep quiet. He reaches up and softly
strokes my cheek. “Having money isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I mean yeah,
it is great being able to buy whatever you want, whenever you want it, but…” He
takes a deep breath and exhales, running his hand through his hair. “Finding
someone who genuinely likes you for who you are, and not your money
is…difficult. I met a woman, eight years ago now. We dated for three years I
thought we had something special. I thought I loved her, but it turned out…” He
takes another deep breath.

“I feel so fucking lucky to have met you
and that you feel the same for me as I do for you, that it’s genuine. You don’t
know how often I’ve wondered if I’d ever find that girl, that would be with
someone so different like me. She was like you at first, she said that she liked
the fact that I was different. Then one day I was told by a confidant that
she’d been seen out with her ex, on the very night she told me she was out with
her girlfriends, I was gutted. When I confronted her about it, she told me that
she was comforting him, that his father had died suddenly.

“She told me that they had stayed in
contact as friends and that there was nothing more there, but I knew she was
lying, the confidant told me that she kissed him at the end of the evening. When
I asked her about it, she flat out denied it, she said that she loved me,
wanted to marry me, spend the rest of her life with me. But I couldn’t look her
in the eye and see…” He closes his eyes for a moment. “I lost the trust and a
relationship without trust just doesn’t work. So I ended it, she begged me not
to, cried a lot, swore to me that nothing had happened between them, but for me
it was over.” He stares out at the window for a moment, then looks back at me
and slightly shakes his head.

“After that happened, I kind of resigned
myself to being on my own, or meeting someone who had their own money. Which I
did, if you’re in the right circles you generally do, but none of them held any
interest for me…then I met you.” Tristan gazes down at me and strokes my cheek.
“I'm just as scared as you are, of being hurt, of you leaving me. But I trust
that you’re here right now because of me, not my money.” He frowns deeply
searching my face.

“Tristan,” I breathe, I need to make him
understand. “I can’t do anything about the fact that you have money, that
you’re rich. But I'm telling you now, if you somehow lost it all, I’d be
standing right by your side through it all, and from then onwards. Or if I’d
have met you and you didn’t have money, I’d still be here with you right now. It’s
you I want not your money.” He smiles down at me and gently kisses my lips, but
I want to tell him more, how I really feel, what I’ve been holding back from
him.

“You rocked my world when I first saw you,
turned it upside down. I was completely beside myself, no man has ever affected
me the way you have. So I'm really glad that you’ve met me, someone who loves
you for who you are and I’ll tell you something else. No-one in the world will
ever love you as much as I do, and will for the rest of my life. I know we have
only known each other for a short amount of time, but I know it, I feel it, I
couldn’t imagine being with anybody else. And to think of what it would be like
to not have you in my life is just....un-imaginable.” I shudder as a recall
leaving him again.

Tristan’s arms snake round my waist and he
gazes at me in awe. Now I get it, now I understand why he’s so happy that he’s
met me. It makes perfect sense, and I agree, it must be really tough to meet
someone who genuinely wants you, not your millions. It also explains why he
hasn’t had a relationship for such a long time.

Tristan smiles bashfully at me as I lean
down and kiss his lips again. “Forever,” I whisper.

“And ever,” he adds running his fingers
through my hair, softly kissing my lips – And I know it’s going to happen
again...

IN A DREAM LIKE STATE
I
wobble to the bathroom. Tristan has gone downstairs to warm up the cappuccinos
in the microwave. I’m supposed to be getting ready, but I don’t seem to have
much concentration. I feel like I'm floating on air, I don’t even feel like I’m
in my own body. Is this what being in love, and having hot, body-rocking sex is
like? If it is, then I’ve been a fool, a very big fool to be thinking I wasn’t
missing out on anything.

Dropping my towel to the floor, I step
under the overlarge square shower, and turn it on. I lean my head back, close
my eyes and let the water cascade across my face, and soak my hair. Picking up
my body wash, I go to squirt some into my hands, but I’m suddenly aware I’m not
alone, I spin around.

Tristan is casually leaning against the
shower door. He’s got his arms crossed and he’s gazing at me with a hot, heated
look. I swallow hard. All he’s wearing are his sweats; his glorious upper body
is all on show for me. I want him again –
Coral you just did it, three times!

Tristan is smiling at me with such a
seductive look in his eyes, I think I may climax without him even touching me.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks.
Join me?
Is he kidding? I’m in the shower!

“I...” I suddenly feel very, very shy.
“Really?” I squeak in astonishment.

“If you don’t mind,” he says his sexy smile
appearing.

“Um...I...I guess so,” I say, thinking I
probably look like a drowned rat at the moment. Tristan strips his sweats off
and opens the door. I instantly notice his penis is standing to attention, yet
another erection.
What’s this guy on?

“Are you on drugs?” I giggle through the
spray.

“Drugs?” He cocks his head to the side. I grin
widely and look down at his erection with one eyebrow cocked up. “Yes,” he
growls, grabbing hold of me, and pressing the length of his body against mine. “You’re
my drug and I’m very, very addicted.”

“I better give you a hit then,” I giggle, placing
my hands on his backside and pressing him harder against me.

“Stay there,” he whispers and dashes out
the shower, seconds later he is back with a condom on his erection.
Boy he
doesn’t waste time!

As he reaches me, he pulls me to him and kisses
me hard. Then he takes a couple of steps forward and pushes me against the
tiled wall, his hands all over my body, his kiss heated, wanting, so full of
love and passion –
This is so hot!

“Wrap your legs around me baby.” I gasp and
do as he asks.

“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper
shyly.

“Done what?” He asks, kissing me hard
again.

“Showered with someone,” I whisper.

He frowns down at me. “And shower sex?” I
smile shyly and shake my head at him. He smiles enigmatically at me. “Keep your
legs gripped,” he says as his hands lift me up further, then he reaches down to
his erection and slowly sinks himself into me, filling me right up – God I want
him, so badly, he turns me on so much. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of
him. Then surprising me, he really starts to move, fast.

He makes a low, sexy noise in the back of
his throat, then he grasps my wet hair between his hands and kisses me, hard, pulling
my lips harder against his, his tongue invading my mouth…
Holy crap!

Picking up the pace we move faster
together, Tristan pounding up into me. I’m bouncing up and down, my breasts
jiggling as I try to hold onto the sensation without climaxing too quickly. I
open my eyes and watch as Tristan takes hold of my left breast, he squeezes and
caresses it, then sucks the erect nipple.

“Oh god!” I come un-done, climaxing loudly,
watching him do that was so fucking sexy. I grip my arms around his neck, my
leg muscles tensing while my orgasm overtakes me, each wave making me feel
weaker, light headed....I think I'm going to pass out.

Tristan is still pounding up into me, then
suddenly he stills, his mouth open, his tongue tracing my bottom lip, his eyes
wide and dilated. “Fuck…” He hisses as he finds his release, gently biting my
bottom lip.

We sink down to the shower floor and for
some odd reason I begin to giggle, then I really start to laugh – I think it’s
because I’m so elated, so happy and I’ve just had...I’ve lost count how many
orgasms I’ve had so far this morning?