Page 142 of Almost Love

CHAPTER 38

Stepping out of the shower, Oakley dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. He remembered leaving some of his clothes behind, but honestly didn’t have the energy to look for them. He had a feeling that if he appeared half-naked, it might entice Clementine into some make-up sex. Walking out of the bedroom while dragging his fingers through his damp hair, he frowned at the silence.

“Babe?” he called out, coming around the corner and froze.

“Thought you might be in the mood for some dessert.”

She was sitting at one end of the dining table, completely naked except for dollops of colorful buttercream frosting. Breathing and blinking weren’t important, because all he could focus on was the beauty in front of him. She dragged her finger through the light green bit above her navel and then slid the digit into her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at him and he wondered if she expected him to speak or think clearly right then.

He continued to stare as she leaned back slightly, using one hand for support against the table. Her legs were spread wide, flaunting her pussy. There were streaks along the inside of both thighs that looked like arrows. Another one was pointing from her belly button to her crotch. She had messy lines over herstomach, some of them straight and others curly loops. Her nipples were hidden by light purple and pink blobs. Some was smeared on her collarbone and there was enough on her neck for him to understand she’d marked their favorite spots.

“Happy to treat myself,” she teased and dropped a hand to touch herself.

A rumble started in his chest and he prowled forward. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

His mouth watered and his dick twitched, suddenly needing to do everything and Oakley clenched his fists to stop from actually following through with that thought.

“Lose the towel,” she told him, setting her other hand behind her so that she was leaning back some more, pushing her breasts into focus.

Yes, this was similar to his dream from a long time ago, but better. It didn’t matter why she was doing it; the fact that she’d remembered and had covered herself in frosting that would require another shower was more than enough. Dropping his towel to the floor, he breathed in the scent of vanilla and sugar, as well as all that buttercream spread across her flawless skin.Fuck, she’s unreal. She’s everything I never knew I could have.

Clearing his throat when he was finally within touch distance, he said, “You are sheer perfection, melor.”

“I know.”

Of course she did,his queen. Oakley set his hands on the table on either side of her and took a minute to decide where to start. Her chest heaved with every inhale, but she didn’t move. Just sat back and watched him, a deliciously naughty smile in place. Licking his lips, he tapped the outside of her thigh. “Come here.”

Clementine sat up straight, bringing them closer and he kissed her shoulder, where a small drop of frosting rested. Shehuffed a breath and he smiled, dragging his mouth along the expanse of skin until he reached her neck. Her head tipped to the side and he licked up the first stripe. Swallowing it down, he moved to the next one and licked that as well, spending a few extra seconds making sure to suck on her skin. She whimpered at the action, making him smile.

He sighed happily as he kissed and licked his way down to her collarbone. He took his time cleaning that up, tongue scooping up every morsel on both sides. Her hands brushed against his own and he playfully nipped at her skin to make her yelp. His mouth inched lower, tasting the next batch as he made his way down to her breasts. The sugar high was going to have his head spinning, but it would be totally worth it when he was done.

Lifting a hand, he slid a finger through the frosting covering her nipple and drew a line over the top of her breast. He kissed and licked at it before using the same hand to lift her breast and slide it into his mouth. Her echoing gasp made him grunt, he sucked on her nipple, twirling his tongue around it, making sure to get every bit of frosting that he could. She muttered something, but he wasn’t listening. Not when he had another breast to suckle and worship.

When her fingers slid into his hair, Oakley’s knees quivered, but he didn’t stop. He sucked both breasts clean, teeth scraping against the soft skin before he pulled back. Their eyes met briefly, her head still tipped to the side and he blew against the wet skin. A shudder rolled through her and he smirked.

“Hurry up,” she growled and he pressed wet kisses between her breasts and down to her stomach.

“I’m enjoying my dessert. Don’t rush me.”

He took his time, tongue following the lines she’d across her stomach. It was her fault that she’d drawn such elaborate loops and put it in so many places. She grunted, probably realizing hermistake and he smirked against her stomach. When he reached the first big arrow, he dropped to his knees and tapped her thighs.

“To the edge,” he whispered and she scooted forward. Their eyes met briefly as he touched her thighs again and she lifted one leg at a time over his shoulders bringing them close enough. He sighed happily at the scent of her mingling with buttercream.

Looking up at her, he kissed one knee at a time. Then licked the arrows on either side. Her thighs trembled and fingers returned to grip his hair. He worked his mouth over her skin, tasting every inch as his tongue teased the crease between her thigh and pussy. He inhaled the lush scent of his woman, loving the way each element of her wrapped around him. At the gentle tug of his hair, he buried his face in her pussy and she moaned loudly. His nose nudged against her clit as his tongue moved through her wet seam. Her hips jolted at the contact, but he held her steady. He stroked his knuckles through her slit, feeling how wet she was, while rubbing her clit with his tongue. He pushed the knuckle of his middle finger into her and she whined, hips rocking forward.

Tugging on his hair, Clementine mumbled through her panting, “Eat or fuck. We don’t play with our food, Oakley.”

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped out of him, eyes lifting to find her watching him totally unamused. He kept their gazes locked and licked her long and slow. Her jaw flexed and eyes narrowed, but a slight tremble gave her away.

When she started to move her legs, he shook his head and held her steady. “Don’t you dare move. I’m ready tofeast.” He sucked on her hard, causing her head to fall back. He stared at the length of her beautiful neck as he continued to suck and nip at her pussy.

She pulled his hair with a content moan. “Oh god.”

Oakley used his other hand to spread her open, his tongue moving over every inch of her. She writhed against his mouth and he rubbed her entrance with his fingers and then slipped his tongue inside her. She gripped his hair, urging him on and he took the hint. Eating her out, having her thighs pressed against the sides of his head and her fingers in his hair was certainly one of his absolute favorite things in the world.

Dipping his tongue into her, he groaned at the taste, eyes lifting to stare at her. Her head was tilted to the side with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as her dark eyes watched him. Adding a finger, he fucked her. The hand in his hair flexed and pulled as he added a another finger, sliding his tongue out. Then her head fell back, a loud cry slipping out of her. He smirked as he focused his attention on her clit, mouth working the bundle of nerves while his fingers pumped in and out of her.

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