Page 80 of Almost Love

“I did some research,” she started and he nodded for her to continue. “The way a vibrator works for women, the stimulation on your dick can sometimes help with ejaculation.” She held up a hand when he opened his mouth and quickly added, “I’m not doing this for me. I see how frustrated you get every time your body shuts down, so I wanted to see if this might help.”

Oakley stared at her, unsure of how to react. In the time they’d been getting to know each other, he understood how much Clementine liked research. She put her love for research into helping him, making it impossible to not fall even harder. He knew that she was special and would change his life. This was beyond anything he could have imagined.

“I’m overstepping, right?” Her frown was so deep, he was afraid her face would get stuck like that.

“No,” he told her, brushing his thumb over her forehead to smooth the furrow. “I’m just processing that you took the time to do this. That you care enough to find ways to help me.”

“Of course I care. I’m not hanging out with you for shits and giggles.”

He smiled, swallowing hard to hide the fact that tears were threatening to spill over. “I’m willing to give this a shot.”

“But you have to promise me something.” She was firm, another wrinkle forming on her forehead.

“Anything.”

“Don’t shut me out if this doesn’t work.”

He nodded, but his gut said that he’d be miserable about this for days to come.If onlyIcould come. All that aside, he was touched that she cared. He believed her when she said it wasn’t about her, it was about him. She had seen him go through the motions and he could only imagine what he looked like—angry, frustrated, standoffish.

“I stop when you say so,” she added and he nodded.

She moved closer, her legs brushing against his thighs. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth as her eyes flitted to his dick. Despite how nervous he was, he stayed steady when she turned the vibrator on. Even when she touched the vibrator to his dick and the first pulse raced up his spine.

When she shifted slightly and bent over, he followed the action. She kissed the tip of his cock and his mouth dropped open, a low moan falling out. One hand was wrapped around his base, the other brushed the vibrator gently along his length, all while she kissed and licked the tip. Swirling her tongue around the crown, she looked up at him through her eyelashes, making his heart stop.

My destruction is imminent and I welcome it.

Her mouth continued to tease the head of his cock while the hand around his base circled it slowly. She also made sure to keep stroking him with the vibrator. Every inch of his body was overwhelmed from all the sensations and he had to force himself to stay still.And breathe. Then she took just the tip into her mouth and sucked, running the toy around his base and his head fell back against the headboard.

“Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her messy bun of hair.

She continued her movements and he breathed through it slowly. His balls were heavy and his head was spinning, but there was still something blocking him from letting go. Almost like she could feel his hesitation, her mouth vanished, cool airbrushing against the wetness she’d left along the head of his cock.

“Oakley.” His eyes opened at her commanding tone to see her frowning. “Relax.”

He growled, because he was trying. Everything she was doing was exactly what he wanted. It was what his body needed and yet, his brain was stopping him from letting go.

“I don’t think this is working,” he said softly, eyes slipping shut again. The vibration stopped, all contact ceased. Only for a second before her hands were on his face, the warmth of her body pressed against his.

“What do you need?”

“I’ve got all that I need.” Clementine arched an eyebrow and he smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “We can try something else.”

“Yes,” she said, thumbs sliding back and forth across his cheeks.

“We need to lie down.”

Nodding, she slid off his lap, taking her warmth with her. She lay down, head at the edge of the bed and Oakley let himself stare at her a moment. He would never tire of the view. Moving over her, he resumed his earlier position—elbows resting on either side of her head, hips nestled between her thighs and cock pressed against her pussy. The difference now was that there was nothing between them.

Her eyes widened a fraction and he quickly said, “We’re not ready for that.”

She’d already told him as much, but he also wanted to be in better control of his body before he fucked her.

With their gazes locked, he rocked his hips forward and her eyes fluttered. With every forward shift of his hips, her body responded and her head tipped back, exposing her throat. He dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking on thesoft skin as he continued to rub against her. He increased the pressure slightly, his cock fitting perfectly into the cleft of her pussy and she gasped loudly, growing wet against him.

“Jesus,” he growled. He dragged his mouth up her neck and nipped at her earlobe, his hips hungrily moving against hers. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you, chef?”

She moaned, legs hitching higher up his sides. He pulled back slightly and her eyes popped open. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she muttered. Her hands moved down his back to his ass and she pulled him roughly against her, both of them moaning at the contact.

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