The Naked Truth: A Romantic Erotic Short Story Page 2

  Inside the quiet room, I shut the door behind us. Will pulled me toward him. No work, no distractions, and he was all mine. The thought made my heart race.

  He tried to kiss me, but I ducked away, giving myself more room to remove his jacket and unbutton his dress shirt.

  “Mmmmm.” I savored the feel of him as my hands roamed over the hard muscles beneath the soft skin of his shoulders.

  He opened his mouth as he watched me, like there was something he wanted to say, but something held him back.

  “You’re acting strange,” I pointed out.

  “We need to talk.”

  “Let’s do it first.”

  “You’re making this hard.”

  “I hope so.”

  He started to laugh as I undid the button of his pants and unzipped the fly. “You’re not funny.”

  I pushed him onto the bed and smiled down at him. “You don’t think so?”

  Leaning back on his elbows, he shook his head.

  Feeling all alone with my desire, I decided to make him as turned on as I was. In our time together, he’d given me more pleasure than I ever dreamed, and I wanted to return the favor tonight.

  I climbed over him and slipped his pants down, followed by his boxers. I slid my fingers over the head of his cock and trailed them down the shaft, feeling him grow harder at my touch.

  When I settled myself over him, Will knew what I was about to do. He sucked in a breath and tried to sit up.

  “What? You don’t like the way I go down on you?” I smiled. I already knew the answer to my question but I wanted to hear him say it.

  “I love the way you go down on me,” he said.

  “Then let me.”

  “I want to go down on you first.”

  He reached for me but I pushed him back down on the bed. As much as my knees buckled with his admission and how wet I got at the thought of him between my thighs, I couldn’t let him do that.

  “Me first.” I opened my mouth over him and glided my tongue over the tip of his cock. He gave in with a defeated groan and leaned back against the bed. I slowly licked circles around the crown, the way I knew would drive him out of his mind. I loved that I’d learned exactly how to drive him crazy.

  One rough hand reached out, his fingers delving through my hair. “Michaela…” His voice broke and trailed off.

  I stopped. “Am I doing something wrong?”

  “Look at me.”

  I looked up.

  His mouth fell open, like he had something to say, but he didn’t speak. I didn’t know what he wanted, so I continued my efforts. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft to wet him, and the rough sound of his groan when I finally took him in my mouth made me ache with pleasure.

  My hand splayed over his stomach and I felt the muscles contract as I began to suck. His thighs felt like steel as he thrust his hips. A few strokes of my mouth later, he groaned loudly and pulled me up to him. “Wait.”

  I leaned up, liking the fact he could barely get the word out. “Don’t you want me to make you come?” I murmured.

  He breathed hard. “Hell yeah, but if you do that I’ll be lying on the bed half-dead.”

  I smiled.

  He looked serious. “You think I’m kidding? Do you remember the last time I made you come with my mouth?”

  “Hmmm…” I sat back on my knees, pretending not to remember.

  “Remember what happened after?”

  I licked my lips. “I lay there practically unconscious,” I admitted with a soft whisper. “For hours.”

  “Uh-huh. Do you want me passed out or do you want me to be able to give you pleasure tonight?”

  I sucked in a breath. “Is that what you want to do?”

  “You have no idea.” He sat up, got off the bed, and headed toward the bathroom. “Like I said, I’ve got plans for us. At least give me a chance.”

  “Where are you going?” I watched with a helpless look while he strode past me.

  “To take a cold shower.”

  “And then?”

  “Dinner reservations. In twenty minutes.” He shut the door.

  What is his problem tonight? But not wanting to ruin his carefully made plans, I decided to go along with them.

  I scooted off the bed and unpacked my bag. I heard the water running, and when Will came out a few minutes later, I brushed passed him into the bathroom, ignoring the freshly shaved and showered smell of him.

  I needed a cold shower, too, if I planned to survive dinner without coming undone.

  When I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I caught him watching me, hunger in his eyes, but he stuck to his plan.

  “Ready?” he asked. He held his arm out for me, acting like he didn’t notice how frustrated I was.

  A block away at The Lorie, a tiny, romantic seafood restaurant tucked away in a quiet spot on the ocean, we ate crab appetizers on the veranda. When our entrées arrived I watched Will intently eating and figured he hadn’t had food since before he’d left New York. Guilt filled me. Food had been the last thing on my mind earlier and I hadn’t realized he’d been starving.

  A cool breeze blew in from across the ocean.

  “You cold?” Will asked. “We can go inside.”

  I shook my head. Despite the air, I felt warm, and my cheeks flushed.

  Will answered my questions about his trip, and asked me how I’d spent my two weeks. He listened to my plans for the following weekend, and just to make him wonder if we’d see each other, I revealed my plans to go hiking with Adrianne. He responded with his plans to go biking in the hills with the guys.

  We exchanged a look. Are we going to meet up next weekend, or what?

  “Maybe I’ll see you on the trails,” I said, trying to sound indifferent while I sipped my glass of water.

  He gave me a knowing smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

  In trying to torture him a little, as usual, I was the one who ended up frustrated.

  “Want to take a walk on the beach?” I asked, after we’d finished dinner. Despite the wet ache between my thighs, I decided to draw this out, just like he apparently wanted. Let’s see how long he can wait.

  “A walk sounds good,” he replied.

  We stepped out into the sand, my arm linked with his. I could tell during dinner that he was holding back from telling me why he really brought me here, and he held back even now.

  We kissed in the dark down near the water, away from the rest of the world.

  He took my face in his hands, his gaze roaming over me. “You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough. “Your mouth…”

  When he kissed me again, something broke inside him.

  He parted my lips with his, kissing my mouth like he’d been starved for this. “I want you. All of you,” he said, breathing hard. He kissed my face, his hands stroking over my shoulders, over the curve of my back. He pulled me toward him until our bodies crushed together.

  “Yes,” I murmured, anxious to feel his hands all over me.

  His hands roamed over me like he wished the clothes weren’t between us, as if the thin cotton of my dress wasn’t in our way. Then he grabbed my hand and we almost ran back up to the hotel.

  Inside the room, I slid out of my shoes, and we pulled at each other’s clothes until they lay in a puddle on the floor. When Will lay over me on the bed, his kisses were ravenous, and mine were too as I slid my tongue against his.

  I writhed with pleasure at the feel of our naked bodies sliding against each other. When he took one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with the tip of his tongue, I cried out. He tortured me with suction as his hand reached further down and parted my legs. When I raised my hips, desperate for more, he kissed his way down my stomach until he leaned down between my thighs. I couldn’t breathe. His fingers opened me and his tongue barely touched my flesh. Then his tongue flicked over me again. Paralyzed, I wanted to cry out with pleasure, but before I could, his tongue circled my clit in a slow, lazy movement. When I clenched my
eyes tight, he did it once more.

  “Will,” I whimpered, my whole body shaking. I should have known I was playing with fire. I was no match for him. The man had no mercy. Over and over he stroked me, and my thigh muscles clenched together when his tongue delved inside me. Through the ecstasy he created, I felt strangely empty, and only one thing could fix that.

  “I need you inside me,” I said, barely aware of what I was saying.

  I knew he couldn’t stand it another second either when he moved away to grab the protection. It gave me enough time to sit up on my knees so that I could watch him.

  He looked so hard and ready, I was ready to do it any way he wanted. “How do you want me?”

  “On your back.”

  I grinned up at him as he laid me back down on the bed. “So ordinary,” I teased. Amazing how I could find the humor when I was so turned on.

  “You’ve got me crazy.” He leaned down on his elbows. His thighs pushed mine apart, and I opened myself to him.

  “You like this way best?” I asked, curious.

  “I come harder like this.” His gruff admission excited me to no end. His fingers delved between my folds and he opened me. He rubbed his cock against my clit and then over my slick entrance. “I can get deeper in you.”

  The exertion in his voice turned me on even more. “And you like that,” I asked, opening my thighs wider.

  The gruff sound from his throat was all the response I needed.

  “I like it, too,” I murmured. We both groaned as he sank into me. “Will,” I murmured, every muscle in my body quivering.

  His head dropped forward and I felt his breathing quicken as he sank further into me. I loved holding myself there for a moment, holding my breath on the brink of ecstasy with him all the way inside. I could feel his need, how long he’d held himself back for me, and I wanted to fill that need. Every cell in my body focused on my muscles squeezing around his cock, and he slid so slowly and deeply inside me I thought I might come right then. I turned my face away and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold out and make this last as long as possible.

  He pulled out, and sank in again. Each time he thrust, hard, deep, I felt myself reaching for something I couldn’t quite grasp. We climaxed together, his harsh groans intensifying my own orgasm.

  When it was over, Will wrapped his arms around me, and my hands stroked lazily over his arms.

  Long minutes later, when I could breathe again, I asked, “Do you really come harder that way?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I do, too,” I admitted.

  “And I like seeing you while we fuck,” he added, his voice thick. He paused. “I wish you’d look at me.”

  I gave him a puzzled look.

  “You never look at me when I’m inside you.”

  I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He’d left me speechless once again.

  Will was right. I hardly ever looked at him, even with him deep inside me, when there was no sense trying to keep any distance between us. I never thought he cared whether I looked at him or not.

  “I…I didn’t think it mattered,” I said weakly.

  I recognized the silent mode he went into. He rarely pouted, but when I pissed him off enough, he’d sit there trying to think of something to say. I could feel his mind reeling, searching for words that never seemed to come. Sometimes I couldn’t figure him out.

  I drew in a breath. “Look, if you don’t like the way I—”

  “It’s not that.”

  “Then what is it?” I asked, shrinking away at the thought of what the answer might be.

  “I brought you here so I could tell you something. But I have no idea what you’ll say if I do.”

  When the silence came over him again, I touched his arm. I knew this is why he’d brought me here, to tell me something, but I didn’t want him to.

  “I love you,” he said.

  I froze. Dead silence filled the air. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I went numb.

  “I wanted to tell you tonight over dinner. I thought about how I was going to tell you the past two weeks. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”

  Every muscle in my body weakened. His steely eyes met mine, and I’d never seen anything more earnest.

  “The night before I left you asked if I was going to see anyone else in New York. Hell, I don’t want to look at anyone but you. I want us to have a future, whatever you can handle. I know your ex ruined it for you. I know the past few years weren’t exactly fun for you. I thought if I told you how I feel, and what I want from you, you’d run away. So I’ll start slow. I’m in love with you, and you’re the only woman I want to be with. Ever.”

  I stood there, my mouth agape. My astonishment turned to anger, and I could barely hold back my tears. How could he do this?

  “That’s starting slow?” I choked out.

  He watched me with a pained look in his eyes as I climbed out of bed. When I didn’t move or say anything, but just stood there watching him, he rolled over, like he couldn’t stand to look at me anymore.

  I threw on a t-shirt and shorts, slipped on a pair of sandals, and snatched a room key off the dresser. Tears stung my eyes while I reached the door. I glanced back, but he didn’t look at me as I opened it. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, one hand under his head. I ran as fast I could on my shaking legs, out into the hallway and out of the hotel, needing to escape the thoughts swirling in my mind.

  I ran down to the beach, and just before I reached the water I fell into the sand and cried. His words echoed all around me, and I was furious with him for saying them. How could he ruin this? Why did he pick tonight? This weekend? Why did he have to make what we had into something it wasn’t? So we’d had some laughs. So I liked his company. So I went out of my mind with pleasure every time we fucked.

  I sobbed, my face buried in my hands. Adrianne’s words echoed, too. Time to move on. It’s about time.

  I’d denied it, but if I hadn’t been moving on, what had I been doing all this time?

  I watched the rhythmic flow of waves crashing on the beach. I shivered, but not from the cool, wet sand beneath me. The salty ocean air I breathed in cleared my head, and I had no choice but to admit the truth I’d known all along.

  I already knew he loved me. I knew it every time he touched my arm, held the door for me, or put his hands on me. Every time he looked at me I knew he loved me. I’d known along that’s why he’d brought me here tonight, and I’d known what he’d wanted to tell me. I’d thought if I could distract him enough, he wouldn’t be able to. We wouldn’t have to move forward and could go on like before.

  Why did I come here tonight if I couldn’t handle it?

  Because all along, I’d felt the same thing for him. I’d told myself I was using him to get what had been taken from me during my defunct marriage, but I hadn’t just wanted sex from Will. I wanted him.

  I’d loved him from the start, but I’d been too overcome with bitterness to face it. I hadn’t been fair. He’d given me everything, and in return I’d given him everything but my heart.

  I panicked. I had to get back to him before it was too late. Afraid that he’d had enough of me and that he was packing his bags to go home, I gathered myself together, stood, and ran with shaky, weak legs toward the hotel.

  Terrified that I’d destroyed everything we had, tears rolled down my cheeks. I ran through the lobby, into the elevator, and stumbled onto our floor. The hallway was quiet except for my frantic breathing as I headed toward our room.

  I slowly opened the door. In the faint light, I saw the covers rumpled on the bed. Will was still lying in it.

  Relief overcame me, but tears still flowed down my cheeks. Trying to pretend I hadn’t had a breakdown on the beach, I slipped back into the room and silently slid into bed beside him. The room was quiet and still.

  Everything about coming back in here felt right.

  Will stared up at the ceiling, not moving. Without a word, I sid
led up against his body and put my arms around him. Still, he didn’t move. I closed my swollen eyes shut and slowly began to plant kisses over his neck, his face, my mouth damp, wetting his face with my tears. I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

  He’d always left me free to choose, to make decisions of my own free will, and he’d never demanded anything of me. Maybe because he knew that if and when I came to him, he would have all of me.

  He knew I’d come back. I’d had a choice to make when I left, and he knew that when I came back into the room, I would have made my decision. He knew I loved him all this time. I couldn’t believe he’d waited this patiently for me to figure it out all these months. Maybe he’d known I could never have done all the things we’d done with someone I didn’t love, no matter how much I pretended otherwise.

  When I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, Will came back to life beneath me. I said nothing, my breath coming faster as he reached for me and pulled the tank top over my head. He pulled me on top of him and planted soft kisses down my throat and over my breasts.

  I felt his arms wrap around my back, holding me the way he always did, only I’d never paid attention to how much tenderness had always been in his touch.

  “I didn’t think it was possible for you to love me,” I said. “I thought I could use you to get what I felt had been taken from me. I told myself that was the reason I was with you. But it wasn’t.”

  He watched me, silent.

  “You’re the only one.” I sobbed, taking his face in my hands. I leaned down and kissed his jaw, his mouth. I knew he understood what I meant when he kissed me back, a sweet, generous sweep of his mouth under mine. I sank my tongue into his mouth again and moaned softly when he sucked on it.

  He rolled me over until I lay beneath him. He raised my arms above my head and I gave myself over to him. I made a silent promise to both of us that I wouldn’t look away.

  We barely got the protection taken care of before he nudged my thighs apart with his and slid inside me.

  I shuddered, and when I moved my hips up to meet his, he sank deeper. He kissed me, his mouth hot and sweet.