Page 43 of Almost Love

“Maybe on some level I knew you would understand and accept me the way I am. That’s why I asked you.”

He smiled, feeling her words hit him in the chest. But he also felt torn. Oakley knew that what he was agreeing to might only be sex for her, but it would be so much more to him. Yes, he would be benefiting from this too, but a part of him wondered if he was being used. It wasn’t anything like his past, because the difference was that he was agreeing to this. He was ready for her to experiment with him. However, it also made him wonder if Clementine would get what she wanted and leave him in the dust. He appreciated her trust in him, because that was important. Now there was just so much more he needed to unpack with Kristof in his next session.

She was watching him curiously, head still tilted. Clearing his throat, he said, “Can we do something?”

“What?”

Hesitatingly, he shifted on the couch. He would regret this, but he needed her to be as close as possible. Patting his thighs, he glanced at Clementine. She bit down on her bottom lip, grabbed the sides of her dress and hitched the soft material up, exposing her smooth thighs. She swung one leg over him and hovered, her knees digging into the couch on either side of his hips. Oakley started to reach for her and only at her nod did he set his hands on her waist.

“Settle,” he whispered, gently tugging her to sit. He wanted her weight on him, the pressure of her body pressed against his. Hecravedit.

“What are we doing?”

“Learning something new about each other.”

“Okay?” She had dropped her walls completely, her eyes were open and earnest, so unlike the woman he’d been pining for over the last few weeks.

He couldn’t stop touching her either. One hand stayed on her waist, the other lifted to cup and trace her jaw. She leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut for a minute. He smiled at how peaceful she looked, how soft her skin was under his touch. He twirled some of her hair around his fingers and gently tucked it behind her ear.

“Oakley,” she breathed out his name and sent a shiver up his spine. “What areyoudoing?”

“I want to know what you like. Where you want to be touched, kissed. Parts of your body that respond to stimulation of any kind.”

She nodded, shifting in his lap until their hips were aligned. He saw the minute she felt his dick because her nostrils flared and her eyes widened a smidge. But she didn’t move away, if anything, Clementine shifted forward and pressed against him some more. All the blood in his body rushed there instantly and it took everything in him not to take charge.

“You first,” he gritted out, surprised that the words even came out.

She stared at him a moment and then lifted his hand to her neck, guiding one finger behind her ear. “My neck, but also this spot.”

“May I?”

She nodded and Oakley leaned forward, gathering her hair in his hand to pull it out of the way. She tilted her head, giving him access to her neck and he pressed a soft kiss to the taut flesh. The scent of her slid deep into his soul and now whenever he smelled vanilla, she was all he’d think about. He didn’t stop though. Licking and gently sucking against her skin, he explored her neck. When she quivered, he nudged his nose against the spot behind her ear. She made a sound that was part moan, part growl, but it did wonders for him.

“What doyoulike?” Her hips slid away from his briefly. The relief was short-lived, because as he nipped at her neck, she rocked back against him, making him grunt softly.

“My hair,” he managed to mumble and her fingers threaded through the strands, tips massaging his scalp as he kissed and sucked on her soft skin.

“What else, sweetheart?” he asked, licking a line up her neck.

She purred, the sound vibrating through their bodies as her hips rocked forward again. “My breasts,” she mumbled, pressing her chest against his.

He used the hand that wasn’t holding her hair to cup a breast, feeling her pebbled nipple already pushing through the layers of cotton she was wearing. The weight of her breast in his hand was comforting as he dragged his thumb back and forth, his mouth still working on her neck. Her fingers didn’t let up in his hair and neither did the slow, but steady, shifting of her hips. He scraped his teeth against her skin and she let out a shaky groan, her knees pressing tighter against his sides. When he gently nipped at her skin while pinching her nipple, Clementine gasped and her hips pressed roughly against his.

“Your turn,sweetheart,” she teased.

“You’re doing all of it already.”

Her fingers gripped his hair and pulled his head back. “Tell me, Oakley.”

His eyes searched hers. “Everything else I want you to touch is under all these clothes.”

Clementine hummed, releasing his hair to run both hands over his shoulders, down his chest until she hit the waistband of his jeans. “So, when’s our next appointment?”

He growled, his hands briefly tracing her body before he grabbed her ass, pulling her flush against him. “Tomorrow.”

“I have work.”

“Call in sick.”

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