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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
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
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