Page 63 of Almost Love

He still looked unhappy and she couldn’t even begin to understand his frustration. She pulled her hand away and leaned in to press her forehead to his. “Thank you.”

Oakley tilted his head and bumped his nose against hers. “You’ll be a super masturbator before you know it.”

“Would that make me amasterbator?”

He pulled back and Clementine bit her bottom lip to hide her smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute, because that wasterrible.”

“I’m quite proud of it,” she countered and leaned in to kiss him, lips curving into a smile.

CHAPTER 18

“You better not still be smiling like an asshole,” Carin grumbled.

Oakley glanced at the closed curtain to make sure they couldn’t see him, then shrugged it off. Of course he wasstillsmiling like an asshole. Who could blame him?

It had been the best week with Clementine. A week where he got to watch her fall apart on his fingers. He was slightly worried about how long she’d be interested in him when his body didn’t do what everyone else’s did. So far, she’d been understanding and an eager student—she asked a million questions and made sure to do what he liked.

That morning, when they’d been touching and stroking each other, she had whipped out her vibrator. If he hadn’t been so tense and breathless from his lack of an orgasm he would have totally taken advantage of the fact that she was ready for more. The first few times, he put on a brave face about disappointing her. She called him out on it pretty quickly.

“If you’re embarrassed because you’re worried I’ll judge you, don’t be.”

“But this is fucking ridiculous.”

She brushed his hair back, staring into his eyes. “What’s ridiculous is that you think I’m disappointed. I’m not.”

“You know that I’m turned on by you, right? That this is not about you.”

“Oakley. You know me better than that. Besides, this isn’t the end of the world.”

He pouted and leaned into her touch. “Feels like that.”

“What can I do to help?”

“I don’t know. I’ve only ever come when I do it alone.”

“Okay.” She slid out of bed, taking the sheets with her. “I’ll get ready for my day, you do what you need to do.”

“Clem…”

“As someone who’s finally experiencing some pretty ridiculously awesome orgasms, I know how good it feels. So give yourself that, Oak.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“This.”

She rolled her eyes, the action still so fucking charming. “It doesn’t matter how you get there, Oakley. What’s important is that you’re comfortable and satisfied when you do.”

With a quick kiss, she vanished into the bathroom. When he heard the shower running, he let himself go. It didn’t take too long—he stroked and tugged, visuals of a naked Clementine spread out for him filling his head. He came minutes later, spurting onto his stomach and hand, feeling mildly satisfied. And upset. She deserved to have him come for her. She was right; it wasn’t about her and the fact that she recognized that comforted him. One day, he would stop getting frustrated with his body for betraying him.

Until then, he would enjoy her pleasure.

Clementine discovering masturbation was his new favorite thing to witness. Since that first night, he hadn’t done more thanrub her clit, but he loved watching her. It was in the way she threw her head back as she buried her fingers deep inside her pussy, the curled toes and trembling in her thighs as she rode out another orgasm. Her dusky nipples that matched the color of her pussy, the soft folds of her stomach that quivered with every jerk of her hips.

It wasn’t always sensational or satisfying, because there were times when even her body would shut down before she had an orgasm. They’d lie in bed and distract each other until they fell asleep. Like Kristof said, everyone put so much pressure and expectations on sex when it was something that relied so heavily on the body and what it could do. Sometimes, your body just said ‘nope’ and you went with the flow.

He never thought that an orgasm could alter your brain chemistry, but he saw it happening with Clementine. She stopped growling when he called herbabyand he would catch her smiling when she thought he wasn’t looking. He wasn’t the kind of person who believed that someone looked better when they smiled, but the level of joy that radiated off his girl was blinding. She still had her scowls in place and lots of eye rolling, but she was lighter, happier and it filled him with the kind of contentment he didn’t think he’d ever feel.

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