Page 114 of Almost Love

The corner of her lips twitched and he shoved food into his mouth to hide his smile.

“These are really good, Oak. You’re pretty focused on me getting tattooed, huh?”

“Nah. But if you ever want to, we’ve got tons of options now.”

“Tons? There’s only six here.”

He cleared his throat. “Six is a lot.” She didn’t need to know about the sketches he’d done in his notebook.

“Oakley.”

“Sounds better when you’re screaming it.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously handsome? Charming? Funny?”

She snorted and he felt her lips against his cheek. “All of the above.”

“I’ll take it,” he whispered and turned his head to capture her lips, sighing when she scooted closer and took his face in her hands.

I could do this with her forever, and it would not be enough.

CHAPTER 31

“Come on, Oak,” she breathed out, riding his hand as he fucked her with his fingers.

Oakley wasn’t even fully awake, but when the naked woman in your bed woke you up with a lazy handjob, you didn’t hesitate to treat her to some of that too. If anything, he was going to make sure she had the most explosive orgasm to start her day. Twisting his fingers, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and through half-open eyes watched as her body arched and pressed against him. Clementine’s grip on him tightened as she shuddered and soaked his fingers.

Pulling out of her, he sucked them clean. “More?”

“Always.”

She had that drunk on sex look in her eyes and fuck if he didn’t love that. They’d been going at it pretty intensely since the night before and it didn’t feel like enough. It started with mutual masturbation, then eating her out, followed by shockingly hot sex in the shower with her bent over the bench. They fell into bed soon after, only for him to wake up with a start thanks to a weird dream. He then buried his face between her thighs again before she pulled him on top of her and they’d fucked slowly. They stared into each other’s eyes, sharing breaths and stealingkisses, the dull glow from the streetlamp blanketing her in gold. Their hearts were beating the same rhythm, hips meeting at every thrust and he realized that they were making love.

An experience he’d only ever had with Clementine.

Now, in the early morning light, he watched her stretch her soft body beside him as he turned onto his back. He wiggled his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes, taking her time straddling him. The minute her wetness was pressed against him, Oakley wished he hadn’t given up control so easily. He wasn’t complaining, because the sight of her naked and riding him? Best thing ever.

“You like this, don’t you?” she whispered, brushing a hand through her thick hair. “Being at my mercy.”

“Doubt there’s anyone in the world who would feel differently.”

She smirked and he stared, afraid to blink and lose the visual. Her luminous brown skin in the soft light, dark nipples hard and begging for his attention, even the soft rolls at her stomach and the dip at her waist. Clementine was the realest woman he’d ever met, because with her what you saw was what you got. Her thick thighs trembled as she shifted on top of him and his eyes lingered a little longer on the soft patch of hair between her thighs.

“Let me know when you’re done staring.”

“Never going to be done staring,” he confessed.

She shook her head and reached for condoms and lube as his hands slid up her thighs, fingers tracing the folds of her skin. He was so distracted by her body that a low groan fell from him when she slid the condom down his cock. Oakley focused as she squirted lube on the tip, grinning devilishly as she slowly spread the gel down. He gritted his teeth, cock twitching and fingers itching to fill her up.

Her hand dropped to wrap around his base and shifted forward on her knees. His eyes were fixed on where their bodies met as she slid down on him. He watched her pussy spread around the crown, unintelligible sounds coming out of his mouth. He gripped her sides just as she dropped her hips, his cock filling her. They groaned together, the sound echoing in the room and he couldn’t stop the way his hips jolted, thrusting up into her.

“Look at you.” Her voice was as strained as his willpower felt, dragging her index finger down his chest. A low groan fell from his lips as his cock pulsed inside her. “Such a good boy.” His hands slid up her thick thighs, fingers finding purchase between the soft rolls at her waist. “Filling me up so perfectly.”

“Made. For you. Just. For you,” he mumbled, jaw clenched tight.

She set her hands on his chest, eyes bright and a smile curling on the left side of her mouth. Rocking her hips, he could only stare as she took what she wanted. By the fluttering of her pussy, he knew it wouldn’t take her long to come again, but wanted to make sure she was enjoying every minute of it. Her head fell forward, the ends of her hair brushing against his chest, as she moved faster. Her hips bounced and he gathered her hair out of the way with one hand so he could see her face. Her eyes were dark and her luscious pink lips were parted as she breathed.

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