Page 143 of Almost Love

“Oak…fuck,” she whined, walls clenching around him. He sucked on her clit, drawing another sound out of her. “Don’t stop.”

Smiling to himself, Oakley watched as Clementine’s breasts bounced. He twisted his fingers inside her and she cried out again, thighs clamping against the sides of his head. Dragging his teeth over her clit, he growled as her back arched and she came hard, soaking his fingers. She moaned loudly, her grip on him tight as she rode out the orgasm.

When she finally caught her breath, she looked down at him with wide eyes. It took her a few minutes to realize that he was trapped—right where he wanted to be—and released her grip on him. He smiled and pulled back, fingers sliding out of her as he pressed a soft kiss to her clit. That action made her shudder and he chuckled as he sat back on his haunches. With their eyes locked, Oakley put his fingers into his mouth and sucked on the digits, her tarty, earthy scent exploding over his tongue.

“Better than any dream could have been.”

As Clementine lay half-collapsed on the table, he wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to wipe her down. Helping her sit up, he made sure to clean every inch he’d kissed and licked. He grabbed both of them water and stood between her thighs and chugged a whole one down. The sugar rush would hit a little later, but he could already feel the energy coursing through him.

“You missed a spot,” she said, before tipping her head back to finish her water and he saw the streaks on the other side of her neck.

“Well, we can’t have that.” He latched onto her neck and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. A soft laugh slipped between her moans and he smiled as he used his tongue to clean her up. Then wiped her neck properly before pulling back to look at her. “Thank you.”

“For the frosting? You’re welcome.”

He leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “For giving me somewhere to belong.”

“You’re stuck with me, Oak.”

“Fantastic,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. “I thought for sure that you were done with me.”

“They’ll have to pry you out of my cold dead arms for that to happen.”

“This was supposed to be a pleasant conversation, not one of death.”

She snorted and tilted her head, mouth fusing to his. Her feet grazed against his calves as he stepped closer, his hands resting on the table on either side of her. They’d had sex in bed so far,never adventuring beyond the softness of their mattresses and surrounded by sheets. The idea that he could slip into her right then made him groan.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, cupping his face.

“Realizing that I have to leave this warm embrace to get condoms.”

“They’re on the chair.”

“What?”

“Ireallywant make-up sex, so I grabbed the condoms and lube earlier.”

He smiled at the smug look on her face and kissed her. “I fucking love you, Clem.”

“I love you too, Oak.”

He leaned into her, like he was swooning, hands at her waist. She laughed and tightened her arms around him, one leg hooking over one of his. He kissed her collarbone, then up to her neck and hummed against her skin as she played with his hair. In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about how they were both naked and pressed against each other. He wasn’t thinking about how he’d licked frosting off that gorgeous body.

No, all Oakley was thinking about was how he’d found the partner of his dreams and that she happened to love him almost as much as he loved her. It rocked him to his soul.

Clementine’s hands slid down his back, fingers ghosting along his spine, before dropping to cup and squeeze his ass. He growled into her neck, but returned the favor by grabbing the sides of her hips and hauling her closer to him. His dick fit between her thighs, pressing against her pussy and both of them moaned. He peppered kisses along every inch of skin he could reach while slipping a hand between them to run a finger through her seam. She shivered and he spent a few extra minutes licking at the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

Not to be left out, her hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing and tugging as the other made its way back up into his hair. She pulled gently on the strands and he tilted his head back in time for her to kiss him. Their lips parted, breath mingling as her tongue swept into his mouth. He moaned as he dipped and dragged his finger through her slit, spreading her open. She made a sound in the back of her throat, dragging her hand from his root to tip, one finger teasing his head.

With a grunt, he pulled away and stared at her. Her hair was coming undone, brown eyes dark and unfocused. He was certain he looked as disheveled, especially with his hair standing on edge and his cock ready for her. Her chest heaved and her eyes dropped to his dick, making it twitch under her gaze. She smirked and leaned to the side, one hand sliding between the table and chair before she straightened up to set the condom, lube and vibrator beside her.

“Is that for me or for you?”

“Both,” she smirked and ripped open the foil wrapper. Clementine slid the rubber onto him, slowly rolling it down his length, her fingers touching every inch of him as she did it. The strength it took to not stop her was quite something. Squirting lube onto him, she worked to torture and tease him again, making him a little lightheaded.

“Fuck, Clem,” he muttered, grabbing her thighs to steady himself.

“Yeah, Oak.Fuck me.” She laughed and he captured her lips in a kiss. She melted against him, her hand still working along his dick.

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