Page 59 of Almost Love

“We stop when we need to. If you don’t like something, you tell me and it ends. If I feel uncomfortable, I’ll tell you and we back-up.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t want us to go into this without all the information.”

A small smile graced her lips. “Then we should probably talk about tests and protection.”

“Condoms, always. My last test was before I started at the Needle, but I’m happy to get another one done.”

“Yes, please. I’ll schedule mine for early next week.”

“Okay,” he said, body buzzing at how close they were. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Teach me to masturbate.”

“I’ll do my best. You wanna take your clothes off?”

Clementine nodded and then stood up, taking a small step away. She pulled her shirt off, dropping it to the floor before bending slightly to push off her shorts. His gaze followed herhands as she undid her bra and tossed it aside, but when she bent down again to take off her underwear, his eyes drank in her bare breasts and all of that exposed flesh. She straightened up and a strangled sound left him at the sight of the tuft of dark hair between her soft thighs.

“You are exquisite.”

CHAPTER 17

As she stripped, Clementine thought about what he’d said. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that only women were survivors of sexual assault, but she’d never met a man who had been hurt that way. The tension in Oakley’s shoulders and the shaky timbre of his voice as he spoke had been hard. Given that her sexual experiences had been so long ago, she didn’t know if her orgasms were going to be easy either. What she struggled with wasn’t the same as what Oakley did. She hoped, through all of their strings attached fun, they would find a way to enjoy sex and pleasure together.

It was only when he stood up that she snapped back to attention. She was very aware of how he was looking at her—Oakley wasadmiringher. When was the last time someone evenlookedat her with that much longing? He wasn’t staring at all the parts people usually did. His eyes made a journey from the top of her head all the way down to the socks she’d forgotten to remove during her striptease. She was confident in her own skin and knew she had a great body, so having someone look at herthat waywas always a good ego boost.

When their eyes met, she smiled and gestured to his last remaining article of clothing. “Only if you’re absolutely sure.”

“I mean, it’s a regular dick.”

“Never seen a regular dick before.”

His eyes widened briefly and she shrugged. Clementine had never seen a penis in real life. Only the ones in porn—well-endowed men who knew how to move their hips a certain way and could go forhours. Those penises were also often thick and long, pink at the tip and almost angry. Sure, they could bring their costars to orgasms in seconds, but what was it about the male organ that got people hyped up? They weren’t attractive at all. She’d even seen her fair share of vaginas and if you asked her, she had zero positive feelings about them too. Visually anyway. They were beautiful in their purpose and the magic they made her feel.

So when he finally pushed off his underwear and stood up, she allowed herself a moment to admire him. He clenched his fists at his sides, like he was tempted to cover up, but she continued to stare. His cock was semi-hard and twitched slightly under her gaze. She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head, silently admitting that his dick was actually pretty nice looking. A vein ran along the underside and she was certain that it was pulsing, just like the flutter in her core.

“Nice,” she said.

Oakley snorted. “That is exactly what every guy wants to hear when a woman looks at his dick.”

“What else would you like me to say?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Something other than nice?”

“I don’t have a lot of penises to compare it to, unless you want me to talk to you about the ones I’ve seen in porn.”

“Nope,niceworks.”

“How about handsome?” She pressed her lips together at his groan.

“Get into bed.Please.”

She nodded and he pulled the covers back. Her mouth watered as the muscles in his thighs and ass flexed when he bent over slightly to adjust the pillows. The human form was a treat for the eyes and Oakley was becoming one of her favorite things to look at.

When he climbed into bed and wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, she trembled. Biting her lip, Clementine climbed into bed and crawled, stopping when she was kneeling in front of him. His jaw was flexed tight and he was breathing noisily through his nose.

“The fact that you don’t know how fucking sexy you are shouldn’t surprise me. But baby, if you crawl like that to me again, I might implode.”

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