The Naked Truth: A Romantic Erotic Short Story

by

Madison Martin

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The Naked Truth

Copyright © 2011 by Madison Martin

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***

“I don’t like goodbyes.”

Standing before me while I sat on the edge of
his living room chair, Will took my face in his hands and made me a
promise. “It’s not goodbye. I won’t be gone that long.”

“Two weeks feels like forever.”

I slid my dress off my body and reached for
him, determined to get him out of his shirt and pants as fast as I
could. I wanted his hard body on top of me, my hands all over him.
I wanted his work clothes off and him deep inside me before he
left. I’d never get my fill of him, but at least for the next few
hours, he was mine, and I could try.

“You think this’ll be easy for me?” he asked,
his eyes fixed on me while he undid his tie and tossed it on the
coffee table.

I stood up and pulled him closer. I bit my
lower lip. “It won’t?”

“It’s going to kill me.”

He leaned down to kiss me but I lowered my
head, bent on my efforts to get him undressed. My fingers undid the
buttons of his shirt, and his eyes grew hazy while he watched me
strip it off. I ran my hands down his chest, savoring the feel of
the smooth, hard muscles, my fingers roaming into the indentations
between them. As I unbuckled his belt, Will’s hands worked their
way down my belly and over my hips.

I liked the clean, masculine smell of him,
and after I’d gotten him naked, I liked the feel of his skin under
my hands. I liked that tonight, he was mine, no matter where he
planned to go in the morning.

“Will you be with anyone else while you’re in
New York?” I asked.

His hands splayed through my hair and his
green-gray eyes met mine. “No.” He was a serious guy, but I’d never
seen such a serious look on his face before. “Will you wait for
me?”

I nodded.

In the months we’d been together, we hadn’t
been apart more than a few days, and I didn’t know how I’d make
it.

My hands exploring the soft skin of his
shoulders excited me, and I traced my finger over the rough trace
of stubble on his jaw. I loved this masculine part of him. I loved
kissing his throat and licking the pulse at the base of it, so I
did.

He responded by pushing my hair aside with
one hand and burying his face in the crook of my neck. His mouth
there made me shiver.

“When we first met, I never thought you’d
fuck me,” he said.

“No?” I asked.

“Nah. You had all that other stuff going on.
Thought I was the last thing on your mind.”

“But you still wanted me to.”

“Yeah. Didn’t think you liked me, though. Not
like that.”

“So you…thought about me? Before we were
together?”

“Every minute.”

I reached down and touched him. He was hard,
and I loved the feel of his cock in my hand. I stroked up and down,
and when his mouth met mine, I felt him pulse in my palm.

“Did you ever touch yourself thinking about
me?” I murmured, my mouth grazing over his.

He stifled a groan as my fingers stroked him.
“Yeah.”

I loved the rough sound of his voice when I
excited him. He was always so focused, so in control. I loved that
about him, but I wanted to see if I could make him lose it.

“When we fucked that first time, was it as
good as it was in your mind?” I asked.

“Better.”

I let out a small moan at his reply,
remembering how good it was.

I had no idea what I’d gotten into then, and
I didn’t now. I was pinned up against the wall, with nowhere to
turn, except into him, and I knew he liked it that way. His hands
reached down to strip off my panties. I stepped out of them and
hitched one leg around his thigh, anxious to feel his flesh against
mine.

“I thought about you, too,” I said.

Rubbing his body against mine, he shifted his
hips until his cock stirred between my thighs, sliding between my
folds. His mouth met mine as he stroked against me, opening me for
him, and I gasped against his mouth.

“You said no when I asked you out,” he
said.

“I know. You were right. I had a lot going
on. But I wanted you to fuck me. Just like I do now.”

Will groaned, lifting me off the ground with
both hands. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to
bed.

***

The ring of my cell phone startled me out of
my memories of the night before Will left, and I almost knocked the
pile of paperwork off the small table I sat at in Lina’s Café.
Thoughts of that night had driven me crazy the past few weeks, and
I had big plans for us when his plane landed at LAX tonight.

I snatched my phone off the table and
answered the call. A muffled voice over a loudspeaker made an
announcement in the background.

“Hey,” Will said. The sound of his masculine,
deep voice sent a familiar shiver of excitement down my spine.

“Where are you?”

“Still at LaGuardia. My flight got
cancelled.”

The long weeks we’d spent apart instantly got
longer at the news, but I stifled my disappointment. “Any idea when
you’ll be back?”

“Everything’s booked. Tomorrow night.”

“Okay.” I tried not to be selfish. After all,
he was the one stuck in New York another night, when for the past
week all he’d talked about was coming home.

“I know we had plans.”

“Did we ever,” I replied. He’d been so
focused on work that we hadn’t had so much as phone sex since he
left, and we had a lot of making up to do.

“How about you let me make it up you?” he
suggested.

“What did you have in mind?”

“You free tomorrow night and all
weekend?”

I stared at my laptop and thought about the
never ending pile of work awaiting me in the office. I thought
about the calls to clients I had to make, the meetings I needed to
prepare for, and the research I planned to do. I knew Will would
make it worth my while if I could rearrange my schedule. I cleared
my throat. “Nothing I can’t get done tonight and next week.”

“Meet me in the bar in the Madigan Hotel in
Santa Monica tomorrow night at eight?”

I’d off-handedly mentioned that I’d always
wanted to stay there, just to check it out. I was surprised he’d
remembered. “I think I can make that work.” I paused. “What should
I bring?”

“Casual. Something to wear to dinner. A
bathing suit if you want. You won’t need much else.”

I smiled at that admission, wondering what
this was all about. “This sounds like more than making tonight up
to me. What’s the occasion?”

“Does there have to be an occasion?”

“Not with you,” I replied. But knowing him, I
figured there probably was. “But is there?”

A few seconds of silence followed on the
other end. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

I wracked my brain to figure out what it
could be. He knew I had no patience. “Can’t you tell me over the
phone?”

“No.”

I knew begging wouldn’t do any good. “Fine.
Tomorrow at eight.”

As I hung up, my friend Adrianne set a coffee
mug on the table and sat down across from me. I’d been so focused
trying to hear Will over the noise that I hadn’t even noticed her
come into the café. I’d hardly seen her lately and we’d agreed to
spend an hour catching up.

“Thanks for meeting me,” I said.

“Of course. Although, I think that phone call
just confirmed my suspicions.”

“Suspicions about what?”

“Will. I think he’s spoiling you rotten,” she
noted, and took a sip from the coffee mug. “That was him,
right?”

I gave her a knowing smile. “Caught.”

“I figured. It’s getting serious, huh?”

I slid my phone in my purse, eyeing her.
“What makes you say that?”

Adrianne shrugged. “Kind of obvious, isn’t
it? Last weekend he took you to Seibert’s for a very expensive
dinner, followed by a play at an intimate little theater on
Melrose. Then a drive up the coast late the next morning for a
picnic lunch on the beach. The weekend before that he took you to
dinner at your favorite dive, where the atmosphere is cozy and the
food is good. Afterward he whipped out surprise tickets to a small
show at the Eleven Club to see a band you love.” She paused. “The
weekend before that—”

“Okay. Enough!” I laughed.

“I could go on and on. I’ve put all the
little details you’ve given me together to paint this picture of
what’s been going on. I dare you to tell me I’ve got it all
wrong.”

I blushed and stared at the floor. Could I
deny it?

Adrianne squinted. “So my assumptions are
true. Damn. I knew it. It’s serious.”

I shrugged, my cheeks flushing. “Now there,
you’re wrong.” I shook my head, fumbling with my empty coffee mug.
“Will is just…a diversion.”

“No. This all adds up to something.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re moving on.” Adrianne sat up
straighter, her serious tone scaring me. “I’m glad you’re moving
on, Michaela. It’s about damn time. And he’s a great guy to move on
with. Am I off-base about that?”

I’d avoided thinking about how or why I’d
gotten involved with Will. I tried to avoid thinking about our time
together as anything but having fun.

“Better grab him before someone else does,”
Adrianne warned.

“No, it’s…it’s not like that. This isn’t
going anywhere. It can’t.”

“Why not?”

I shook my head, my eyes focused on the
floor. “I don’t love him,” I murmured.
I can’t.

The words sounded cruel, but I had no desire
to love another man again. Not after spending two years of my life
at a sick man’s bedside, only to have him leave me for another
woman when he recovered.

I look at you and I feel like I’m right back
where I was.

I shuddered at the words I’d never been able
to get out of my mind. They’d echoed all around me when I got
served the divorce papers, and I’d felt nothing but anger.

According to all of my friends I’d ruined the
best years of my life when I married a man much too old for me. I’d
loved him, though, and decided to stick by him after he became ill
and needed my constant care. After he left me, I wanted no part of
love. Love meant nothing.

Will handled my end of the divorce, and a
month after it finalized, he asked me out. Still reeling with
bitterness for any man who came near me, I’d said no. He’d given me
some time, and three months later, I gave in and went out with him.
It was curiosity more than anything. I wanted to find out what his
interest in me was. It wasn’t my money, because I’d asked for
nothing out of the divorce. I made a good living as a financial
advisor and I hadn’t wanted a dime of my ex’s money. All I’d wanted
was to put the whole experience behind me.

I thought maybe Will felt sorry for me, but
we laughed and had a good time together and part of me didn’t care
if he did.

Unlike my ex, Will was eager to get me into
bed. I slept with him for the first time after our fourth date:
we’d gone to dinner to at a tiny restaurant tucked away a few
blocks behind the beach, and to a small coffee shop for dessert
afterward. As soon as we sat down with lattes and a piece of peanut
butter pie we planned to split, he looked over at me across the
table, and we both knew there was no point in holding back any
longer. Back at his place, we’d spent the rest of the night making
love. The sex was unbelievable.

Afterward, lying next to him on the bed with
tears rolling down my cheeks, I’d decided I would be in this for
the sex and nothing else. With a husband I’d slept with only a
handful of times before he’d gotten sick, and not much experience
before that, I’d been more than eager to find out what I’d been
missing my entire life.

As I continued to see him, Will did things
to me I never dreamed existed. The first time he started to go down
on me, I squirmed and tried to push him away.