Page 77 of Almost Love

Then that day had gone the way it had and she knew that it would be imprinted on her mind for years to come. How Oakley basically handed her his heart, invited her to his apartment, introduced her to his beautiful dog and massaged her feet. While she had admitted to having a crush on him and it wasn’t entirely wrong of him to ask the question; it caught her off guard and made her want to crawl out of her skin.

Now, standing in his bedroom with the door shut to keep Gracie outside, they stared at each other. His hair was in disarray from all the times he’d dragged his fingers through it. Under his gaze her jeans felt too tight and her sweater too restricting. She fidgeted and bit down on her bottom lip, needing Oakley to do something about the distance between their bodies. Almost like he heard her thoughts, he took a few steps forward. Clementine whimpered, already knowing what it would be like to have him tucked between her thighs. They might not have done any of this before, but she knew the power he held in those hands. She knew how well his fingers filled her up, twisted around and brought her the kind of pleasure she didn’t know she could feel.

“May I take your clothes off?” he asked, voice dangerously low.

She nodded. “Blanket approval, remember?”

He smiled and closed the gap between them, hands reaching for the hem of her sweater. Goosebumps spread across her skin as she raised her arms, breath catching at the cool air as he pulled it off.

“Unreal,” Oakley whispered, gaze moving over her breasts and down to her stomach.

Clementine loved her body, even when others didn’t. She’d always been bigger than other kids. Cute and chubby at first, then thick and fat; and she was okay with it. Her parents never pressured her to try diets or lose weight, they only ever wanted to make sure she was healthy and she saw doctors annually to ensure her body was doing what it was meant to. Still, she knew how everyone else saw fat women. She’d been given so much advice over the years and had become numb to it. She’d even heard the saying ‘never trust a skinny chef’ and thought it was the dumbest thing in the world. Not only because the statement was fatphobic, but because as far as she was aware, chefs ate their own food regularly.

However, being admired by Oakley was becoming something she craved. His eyes always seemed to light up when he looked at her. He appreciated her body the way it was and she loved that.

His hands worked to get her belt off before undoing the button and zipper on her jeans. She held his biceps to steady herself; if this man touched her anymore, she’d need all the support she could get. Then he was squatting while sliding her jeans down her legs. His mouth brushed against her thighs as they were exposed, trembling at how close he was to where she wanted him.

“Lift, one at a time,” he muttered, hands tapping each leg. She followed his instructions and blew out a shaky breath as she looked down . He was on his knees, head tipped back to look at her with a smile. Even fully clothed, the sight of him worshiping at her feet was one she’d never forget.

“I like you on your knees for me,” she said softly.

“I’ll stay on my knees forever for you.”

His words made her heart trip. Before she could respond, his fingers were brushing against the stretch marks decorating the sides of her thighs. Oakley stared at her reverently as the touching reached the waistband of her underwear. He pressedhis face against the purple lace and inhaled, followed by a low groan. She grabbed his hair when her knees shook and he did it again, nose rubbing the material against her clit.

“You’re an absolute dream.”

“You’ve got me half-naked, you don’t have to charm me.”

“I’ll never get used to seeing you stripped down for me. I’m going to enjoy it as long as I can.”

Clementine stared at him, processing his words. Because it sounded like they’d never see each other naked again. Blinking furiously, she shook those thoughts away.Don’t focus on that right now. Focus on this beautiful man while you have him.

He stood up and she immediately grabbed the hem of his shirt. Pushing it up slightly, she pressed her hands against his stomach and bit her lip when a shudder ran through him. His arms lifted and she ripped the shirt off, then dragged her fingers down his chest, following the line of ink on his chest. Her hands gripped the waist of his jeans and tugged him closer. He smiled, eyes twinkling as he watched her. Never looking away, she undid the button and zipper and nudged them down his hips. Her eyes trailed down his body as he kicked his jeans aside and sighed at the bulge pressing against the front of his underwear.

She cupped him through the cotton and squeezed gently. Oakley groaned and leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. She gripped him tighter and his hands landed on her hips, moving up her sides. She tilted her head to brush her mouth against his, while his hands worked to undo her bra.

She leaned away, and he followed, mouth crashing into hers. The kiss was frantic, lips parting and tongues stroking as his hands cupped and massaged her breasts. Her grip on his dick faltered as he tugged on her nipples, but she didn’t release him. Gasping as he squeezed her breasts, she returned the favor and earned a growl.

“More,” she whimpered into the kiss and he obliged, twisting her nipples.

His hands slid down her stomach, fingers dipping into the folds and rolls as he made his way to her underwear. He hooked his fingers into the sides and pushed them down. She released him to get rid of the offending lace material, but before she could reach for him again, he was taking a step back.

“Bed,” he commanded, voice gravelly.

With their eyes locked, she sat down and scooted backwards on the bed. No part of her cared if she looked sexy or not, but he clenched his jaw so tight and that was enough proof that it worked. She lay back, rubbing her thighs together to stave off the throbbing in her pussy. Still wearing his underwear, he took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. He also grabbed a bottle of lube before climbing into bed with her. She watched as he twirled the vibrator in his hands and turned it on. A soft buzzing filled the room and she quivered as it went silent again.

They’d talked about sex a lot, but she wasn’t ready for penetrative sex yet. She was aware that it was mostly a mental block, however it took up a lot of her thinking time. Once they crossed that line, there would be no coming back from it. She was already so attached to him, but her feelings were still very conflicted and she was doing her best to keep things in her control. Once they fucked, though? She would be ruined and that fear was holding her back.

Soft kisses along her thighs brought everything back into focus. His lips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he reached her mound. Every swipe of his lips and beard made her shiver, driving her insane that he wasn’t where she wanted him. His hands landed on her thighs and she looked down at him. Between kisses, he mumbled, “Spread your legs, baby.” Clementine forced her legs apart, body trembling in anticipation.

Then he was pulling away, every inch of contact lost as he sat up on his knees. She felt like she was on the edge, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as he squirted lube onto the vibrator. Her breath caught and she squirmed to get comfortable. He was too far away and she was aching to have him touch her, kiss her, make her scream.Anything.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“I’d be better if you were touching me,” she whispered, staring as his strong hand spread the lube over the silicone.

He smirked and moved over her, his eyes searching hers. “If this is too much, you tell me.”

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