Free True Nature by Willow Madison Page A

feels too cool and I can feel my nipples hardening, his touch helping.
    I still can't believe I'm in bed with him! It's been over eight months since my last time, as Tracy keeps reminding me. Well, she won't worry about me re-virginizing now! I press my legs together...hell, I'm actually sore.
    I open my eyes and am surprised to see it's still light out. Who has first-time mind-blowing sex in the middle of the day?! I turn my head towards him and return his smile.
    His teeth are so perfect, his lips a deeper shade of red now, his forehead still glistening from sex. I could stare into his eyes all day...Oh, God...I think I'm having dreamy love thoughts already!
    "Are you thirsty?" He moves to get out of bed. His back muscles stretch and tense, his arms popping out in detail. I pull the sheet up to cover myself.
    "Yes...please." I can't look away as he stands, his ass two perfectly hard cantaloupes, his legs lean and lightly covered in soft brown hair. I blush seeing nail marks on one of his shoulders.
    He walks around the bed and picks up his boxers. I look down so he doesn't catch me staring. He goes over to a tall dresser and takes out two t-shirts. He puts one on and tosses the other onto the bed at my feet. "Put this on."
    I sit up after he leaves the room. Getting out of bed, I pull the t-shirt over my head appreciating that it reaches to my knees. I also retrieve my undies from the floor and head into the attached bathroom.
    This place is amazing. The bathroom is a sea of marble...floor, walls, counters, a shower stall the size of my whole bathroom, a tub I could swim in. I find the toilet behind it's own door. Yep, I am definitely sore...and my face is going to hurt if I don't stop smiling.
    He didn't come back into the bedroom, so I slowly walk out into the hallway. I can hear him moving around and follow the noise around the corner. His kitchen looks out into the open dining and living room, an all black and stainless steel place. He's opening a bottle of champagne as I enter. The pop startles me and I laugh.
    "We're celebrating! Grab those glasses." He points to a countertop and I follow him out to the sofa with two flutes.
    Tucking my legs under myself, covering my knees with his shirt, I lift a glass for him to pour. "You are so beautiful!" He wetly kisses my mouth, handing the glass back.
    I've always hated how easily I blush. "Thank you."
    From the hallway, I can hear my phone ringing, the tone getting louder. I jump up and race over to my purse, thinking it might be my parents. I answer without looking at the callerid.
    "Hello."
    "Hey!" It's Tracy. "How was your big date with Billy the Bullet? Was he faster than a speeding...bullet?!" She's laughing at her own joke. Oh, God...I have her on speaker. I quickly switch this off.
    "Um...Trace...I'm going to have to call you back later." I turn towards the mirror. I'm beat red now. I turn quickly away.
    "Oh! Is he there? I want details later!"
    "Yeah...ok...I'll call you when I'm home."
    "You slut! I'm proud of you." She laughs before hanging up.
    Setting my phone down, I wait before walking back into the living room. Max isn't sitting on the sofa. I look around and see him standing on the patio again. Maybe he didn't hear that?
    Picking up the other glass of champagne, I walk out there. "Sorry about that. I thought it might be my folks...they're driving in and said they might arrive early."
    "But it wasn't your parents." So he did hear. His look is distant and dark, brows shading his light eyes, his voice harsher.
    "No...that was Tracy." I feel warm and red all over suddenly.
    "I gathered that." He takes a slow sip of wine, not taking his eyes off of me. "So who's Billy? The guy who called earlier?"
    I take a sip and swallow loudly. "Um...yeah...I had plans for a bike ride today..." I'm not really sure what to say after that.
    "Is he someone you're seeing?" His voice is so low and steady, it's almost hypnotic.
    "Um...not really...I just met him...friend of a friend