Page 62 of Almost Love

Clementine stared at him a moment and shook her head. “I don’t think it’ll work.”Or fit.

“It’ll work. Trust me.”

Still worrying her bottom lip, she shook out her hand. His fingers suddenly moved, brushing against her walls and she trembled. Swallowing, Clementine touched herself and clenched at the contact. She heard him groan, but didn’t take her eyes offwhat she was doing. With every brush of her finger, goosebumps spread across her skin, but she pushed the digit further. Another shudder ran through her and she yanked her finger out.

“Whoa, hey.” His voice was soft as he pulled out of her. “It’s okay.”

Frowning at how silly she was being about touching herself, she sighed. “It just felt…too much.”

“Yeah, that can happen. We don’t have to.”

She shook her head. “Iwantto.”

“Clem,” he whispered her name and she looked at him, his beautiful smile settled her. “Just relax into it, okay? Don’t overthink it.”

She rolled her eyes and he laughed. “Again.”

“Do what I do, okay?”

With a nod, she watched as he pushed his fingers back inside her. It sent the most delicious shot of pleasure through her body and Clementine leaned forward with a soft moan. She licked her lips and steadied herself before repeating what she did before. When her finger brushed against his, a whimper escaped her lips. It was too much, but it also felt so good. She could barely keep her eyes open as she pushed deeper.

“Just like that, baby,” Oakley whispered and his finger brushed against hers, which made her body sway slightly. “Can you feel me?”

“I only feel you.” He was everywhere—the ocean scent of him, his heat, firmness of his body and his fingers deep inside her.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she let the knuckles of the hand inside her rest against his palm. When his fingers moved, a tremor ran through her and Clementine’s eyes slipped shut. She followed his movements, every shift pushing her closer to the edge. His finger curled and she did the same, her eyes opening to notice the darker shade of his. When he pumped his fingers, she hesitated and then did the same. Herhead fell back as her walls pulsed, tip of her finger grazing the soft skin. Even though others had done this for her before, in that moment, her brain was completely empty. She could only focus on Oakley and the pleasure zipping through her.

“Fuck yourself with our fingers,” he commanded, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. She swallowed a moan and eyes fluttered as their fingers slid deeper into her. Distantly, she knew she was making a mess of her sheets, but that was the least important thing right then. Oakley’s fingers threaded into her hair and she leaned in to press her mouth to his. He kissed her back, their lips parting and tongues searching. He twisted his finger inside her and she gasped into the kiss, doing the same thing. Then he pulled away, leaving her empty.

When she whined, he said, “Add another finger.”

Releasing a shaky sigh, she slipped her middle finger in as well and hummed in approval. She heard a sucking sound and looked up as Oakley slipped the fingers that had been inside her out of his mouth. The corner of his lips tipped up in a smile and she whimpered. All the while, she pumped and curled her fingers, doing what he had told her.

“Your clit needs attention too,” he instructed, using the wet finger to touch the soft bundle of nerves. She hadn’t been fully prepared for the sensation that ran through her body. She moaned, head falling back as he continued to tease her clit. All other sounds and feelings ceased to exist as he added a little more pressure to the bundle and when the movement of her hand slowed, he pinched her clit. She cried out and tipped forward as her pussy clenched, soaking her fingers as she came.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted slightly breathless as she leaned against him. “Holy shit, that was…”

Feeling loose and jelly-like, she swayed and pulled her fingers out. She opened her eyes and was greeted by his twitching dick. Itwashandsome up close.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” He didn’t sound fine, he sounded strained.

“Can I help?”

He hesitated for a long moment and nodded. “Use the hand that was inside you. Think of it like lube.”

She dragged her wet fingers along his exposed cock. Oakley groaned, head tipped back against the headboard. She repeated that a few times before wrapping her hand around him and pumped it up and down his dick. She watched him, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, the inviting expanse of his throat. She wanted to sink her teeth into the soft skin and lick along the side of his neck.

“Tighten your grip,” he forced out and she squeezed her fingers around him gently. His cock was hot and heavy in her hand, but it felt so good, She never wanted to stop touching him. He wrapped his hand around his base and they moved in tandem, Oakley moaning with every slide.

On an upward stroke, she brushed her thumb back and forth over the tip of his cock and his hips jerked. She did it again and he groaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room. When she swiped her thumb again, he went still for a few seconds. His eyes slowly blinked open and she saw regret in his eyes.

“Did that feel good?”

“Better than good,” he told her.

“It felt good for me too.”

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