Page 101 of Almost Love

She hummed as her lips brushed against his cheek. “We need to shower.”

Very slowly and almost painstakingly, he stepped back and watched her chest rise and fall. “In case it wasn’t clear yet, you look absolutely stunning today. Thank you for coming home to me.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” One of her arms slid to her back and her shoulders pushed back. Then her dress loosened, the whole thing sliding off and dropping to the floor. “That’s better.”

“Christ.You are fucking perfection, Clementine.”

Her body was a work of art, stretch marks and all. Her waist curved in, flaunting a delicious hourglass figure. Her soft stomach moved as she lifted her arms and he reminded himself to breathe. This woman, this perfection of humankind, washis. How on earth did that even happen?

“Don’t just stand there,” she said, brushing past him. He watched her go, eyes drawn to her ass and up as she unhookedher bra. She slid it off her arms and tossed it aside, glancing over her shoulder at him before stepping into his bedroom. He forced himself to move, but it still took him a few minutes. Shucking off his things as he followed.

When he reached the bathroom, she already had the shower going, head tipped back under the stream of water. He stepped into the shower stall with her and before he could reach for her she was dropping to her knees, one hand wrapping around his cock.

“Clem…what…”

She hushed him and flashed a naughty smile he hoped he would remember to add to his notebook.

Then she was sliding him into her mouth.

He grunted, hands slapping onto the glass and wall on either side of him, eyes wide as he stared at her. She watched him as she twisted her hand around his base and took him deeper into her mouth. His girl might not be sexually experienced in the practical sense, but she was clearly very thorough with the technicalities. Her tongue swirled around his cock as she took him as deep as possible, his tip hitting the back of her throat.

“Fuck, baby, that’s perfect,” he groaned.

When her mouth slid off him and the warmth of the shower hit his dick, he forced his eyes open to watch as she sucked on his tip, her gaze still fixed on him. He rocked his hips forward, sliding deeper and she moaned. Instead of pulling back, she opened wider in invitation. Oakley grunted as he obliged, the warmth of her mouth enveloping him instantly. She never looked away, almost like she was waiting for his cues and learning what he wanted her to do.

He brushed her hair back, tracing down her jaw, his thumb dragging over her bottom lip. She popped him out of her mouth and sucked on his thumb instead, making him moan. Battingher eyes at him, she dragged a hand along his cock as the other reached between his thighs to squeeze his sac.

“Squeeze harder,” he muttered and when she complied, a shudder ran up his back. “Fuck yes, so fucking good.”

Clementine flashed him a smile as she released his thumb and tilted her head, while lifting his dick slightly. Then she licked a line along the underside of his cock. The intense eye contact broke as she sucked his balls into her mouth, one at a time. He groaned, head falling back, at the feeling. Nobody had ever done that before. And this woman…she was doing it all. She was following instructions, reading his body language and responses so fucking perfectly.

A tingle shot up his spine and he groaned quietly. He tapped whatever part of Clementine’s head he could reach and when she looked up at him, her eyes sparkled. Keeping a hand on his balls, she returned to licking and nipping at his cock. He gave up all hope of being able to hold it together when she took him into her mouth again.

His fingers fisted in her hair as she slid her tongue out, mouth widening, almost like she was inviting him to fuck her. He took the request seriously and thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every shift of his hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re taking me so well.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned loudly, his whole body shaking as he exploded, painting the back of her throat. With his hand still in her hair and both of hers resting on his thighs, Oakley watched as she swallowed him down and sucked him clean. She sat back, dragging one hand over her mouth with a smug smile.

He sucked in large gulps of air and stared at her, unable to believe she’d made him come so quickly. As his breathing leveled out, he helped her stand up. “Everything about you is a contradiction.”

“I’ve done my research, a lot of it very recently.” She chuckled and stepped under the shower, letting the water sluice down her beautiful body. He watched her for a second before joining her, his arms sliding around her waist as the shower doused them both.

“So, tell me about this research.”

She snorted, warm air from the action brushing against his bare skin. After a shower, they dried off and wrapped towels around their bodies. Then he pulled her into bed. It took some maneuvering because his girl was fidgety, but they found the perfect position to cuddle—him on his back, her tucked into his side and head resting on his shoulder.

“You know there are guides to sex online? Some visual, but a lot of it theoretical,” she explained, the tips of her fingers tracing the script on his chest. “Proper step-by-step instructions on how to eat someone out, give them a life altering blowjob and even how to have sex.”

“And you’ve been reading these because…”

She shrugged. “I know you’re teaching me a lot, but I didn’t want to be totally unprepared.”

“Isn’t that the point ofteaching?”

“Did you hate what I did?” she asked, tipping her head back, an eyebrow arched.

“Fuck, no. That was the best blowjob of my life. Did the guide really tell you to suck my balls?”

---