The Naked Truth: A Romantic Erotic Short Story Page 3

  I felt wild, excited, my arms around him, stroking his back.

  “Please, Will.”

  When he didn’t move, I squeezed his cock inside me and thrust my hips to meet his. That was all it took. He matched my rhythm, moving slowly, the pleasure excruciating, making me ache. When he moved faster, I matched him, and we moved toward release together.

  I wanted to feel him come inside me. My body shook with need, but I didn’t care about my own pleasure. I only wanted his, to give him what he’d selflessly given me all this time. I was rewarded with a climax that sent me over the edge, and through it all, I felt Will join me.

  I didn’t want him to pull out. The thought of it made me feel empty, but I knew it was inevitable. Afterward, I grabbed on to him and sobbed.

  My arms were wrapped around him as my breathing came back to normal. He lay against me, motionless except for the stroke of his hand across my arm. His expression was serious, but I’d never seen him look so peaceful, either. I felt it, too.

  I wasn’t afraid anymore. I’d been wrong when I said I couldn’t love him, when I’d fallen deeper in love with him every minute we’d spent together.

  I had faced what I’d been most afraid of, and it felt more right than anything ever had.

  I gave him the words he’d given me earlier, and nothing I’d ever said had been truer.

  “Could you tell me again…what you said before?” I asked.

  He said it again, and nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

  “You’ve got all of me now,” I added. “Does that scare you?”

  “No,” he replied, his head against my shoulder. His muscled, strong arm lay across my breasts. “I’m relieved. Happy.”

  I felt the relief in him as I settled up against his body, and he held me there.

  “I want us to have the weekend you planned,” I said.

  “And next weekend?”

  I laughed. “All of the weekends after this.”

  I heard his satisfied sigh. “Good. Because I dream about you. I dream about our future.”

  A long time ago I’d stopped dreaming I could have a future with anyone. I didn’t want one and refused to believe it was possible even if I did. It took this weekend to show me what had been happening while I was trying to look the other way. What I’d least expected felt more right than anything ever had.

  “I’m dreaming about our future, too,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I curled up against his body and laid my head on his chest.

  I smiled, because I knew he’d heard it.

  And we both knew I meant it.