Page 81 of Almost Love

He was at the edge again, sparks shooting up his spine reminding him that he was rightthere. Oakley growled at the way his body started to shut down, then felt Clementine’s mouth on his jaw and her hands on his ass. Shaking off all thoughts that usually surfaced at this moment, he focused on the feeling ofher.

She whimpered, grabbing his face so they were looking at each other. “Don’t hold back.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. More dirty talk, more of that cock inching closer to being inside me.”

His breath caught in his throat at the low growl in her voice, the rawness in the words.

“Hold on,” he warned and her eyes lit up, arms coming around his neck. “Watch me, chef.”

She started to roll her eyes when he smirked and pushed his hips hard against hers, and then her eyes were rolling back into her head. A soft gasp fell from her lips and she tightened her arms and legs around him. He thrust against her hard and fast, his eyes fixed on a bead of sweat rolling down her neck and settling in the little dip at the base of her throat.

A tingle ran up his spine again and he groaned; his whole body felt like it was on fire. His thrusts turned erratic and she arched up, breasts pushed against his chest and soft stomach quivering under him. She let out a gasping moan and he felt her wetness spread over his cock as he continued to rub against her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and he growled, “Look at you, drenching me twice in one night. Greedy, aren’t you?”

The way her eyes darkened told him that as much as she didn’t like giving up control, she secretly enjoyed what he was doing to her. She swept her tongue along her upper lip and thrust up against him. He grunted at the action and narrowed his eyes at her. Without breaking eye contact, she slipped a hand between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around him. He groaned, head dropping into the crook of her neck, thrusting into her hand.

He was so close, his body shuddering as it battled letting go and holding back. Her hands were determined and he loved her for it. Stroking him from root to tip, she squeezed and fire raced up his spine.

“Fuck…baby, I…” he forced the words out, because he was so close.

She didn’t let up, lips at his jaw. “I’ve got you, Oakley.Let go.”

He gasped against her skin, shuddered and came so hard, fireworks replaced his vision. Through the fog in his head, Oakley felt his release spread between them. As his body settled and calmed down, he felt a sob break through. The sound startled both of them, but as he released years of pent up frustration, Clementine’s hold tightened. The tears flowed, soaking her neck and shoulder, down to the sheets below them. She never let go. Her hands moved over his body, keeping him grounded, while her lips brushed kisses over every part of him she could reach.

He didn’t know how long they lay there, bodies sticky thanks to his cum, but he felt safe and content. It took a lot of effort for him to roll off her, but even then, she didn’t let him go. They lay side by side—Oakley on his back and Clementine facing him—in silence for a long time. It was only when he heard scraping against the bedroom door that he realized Gracie was probably worried.

“Shit,” he stumbled out of bed, unsteady on his feet. Grabbed his underwear and pulled the door open. Gracie barked, twisting around his feet. “I’m sorry, girl. I’m okay,” he told his dog, kneeling so he could ruffle her fur and kiss the top of her head. Gracie set her paws on his thigh and examined him, licking his face and probably tasting his tears. She whined and he smiled, kissing her head again. “I’m okay.” Gracie seemed to believe him and after one more lick, hopped down and trotted away.

His heart was still racing as he closed the door and turned to the bed. Clementine was lying on her back, head tipped to the side and fingers moving through the mess on her stomach. His breath stalled at the sight, watching the woman who had helped him get past his block, play with his cum.

“Fucking hell, Clem,” he breathed out, walking towards her.

She tilted her head back, eyes meeting his, as she lifted her cum-coated hand to her mouth. “You marked me up,” she whispered and then slid her fingers past her pink lips.

“Baby…” he had to admit that watching her touch herself while covered inhimwas way hotter than he imagined. When she slipped her other hand, fingertips dipped in cum, between her legs and squeezed her thighs, Oakley growled. His cock, which had been flaccid seconds ago, was twitching again. “Where do you learn this stuff?”

“Told you,research.”

“You sound drunk.”

Her beautiful mouth stretched into a smile that knocked him out. “Drunk on you, Oak.”

Breathing slowly, he held a hand out and returned the smile. “Come on, sweetheart. Shower with me.”

“How do you feel?” she asked, fingers running through her wet hair as she leaned against the wall.

Oakley shrugged, letting the hot water crash into his back as he watched her. Even drunk on him and high from multiple orgasms, she had stepped under the shower while he adjusted the temperature and washed herself. Now, she was relaxing, her beautiful body wet and on display. He forgot what an orgasm with someone else could feel like, what tipping over the edge would do to his mind and body. He felt so much. He’d never allowed himself to be this vulnerable and exposed with anyone before. She had found a way to change that.

Her eyebrows dipped slightly as she stepped towards him. “Are you okay?”

I’m more than okay. I’m stupidly in love with you, chef. I’m desperately hoping you’d want to be with me forever, that this thing isn’t one-sided and you feel what I feel. That you want what I want.

Instead of blurting out his feelings, he nodded. “I’m great. Thank you for today.”

She stepped into him, hands winding around his neck. “Thankyou, Oakley. It was an honor to be there with you.”

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