Free CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) by Clair Delaney

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?
    Hysterical laughing now ensues – Maybe
it’s because I feel good about sex again?
    “What are you laughing at?” Tristan asks,
laughing too.
    “I don’t know,” I cry out, rolling onto the
floor, laughing so hard that my belly is truly starting to ache. Tristan can’t
help but join in with me, laughter is too infectious like that.
     
    WHEN WE FINALLY COMPOSE ourselves and the laughing has ceased, Tristan helps me to my feet, he pulls
the condom off and throws it on the shower floor. We kiss each other ardently,
caressing, squeezing and appreciating each other’s body.
    “Can I wash you?” Tristan asks. I find it
strange he would want to do that. Then I feel his erection grow against my
belly.
    “Maybe another time,” I whisper against his
lips. “If you do, I don’t think we’ll get out of here.” Tristan grins cheekily
at me, and kisses me sweetly, then checks the time on his watch.
    “I think you’re right.” He suddenly looks
serious. “We have ten minutes,” he adds.
    “What?” I gasp, “I’ll never