Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
A s someone who thrived on research, Clementine had gone the extra mile while looking for the right vibrator. She hadn’t done it so extensively when she bought her first one, but this time was with intention. They came in different colors, shapes and sizes. Some of them could be inserted, others were only for the clit and a few did both. While she’d seen Oakley’s dick enough times to have memorized it, there was no way that she could tell which was the perfect match in terms of size. The more she looked, the more intense the toys became.
It took her almost two days to settle on the vibrator she finally picked up. One of the porn companies she had signed up with a long time ago also sold toys and the reviews said that the product would change her life. While she had Oakley to really, truly, magically continue changing her life, a vibrator that helped her enjoy masturbation more didn’t hurt.
Compact, purple, apparently the perfect size for beginners and included the word ‘thrust’ a million times; it was a no-brainer when she added it to her cart. When it arrived, the first thing she did was clean it. Then Clementine turned it on and it danced across her bed, doing exactly what the website said it would—thrust intensely.
She’d tossed it into her bag, not knowing when they’d use it.
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 pressed his 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.”
“Don’t stop.”
“You’re shaking.”
“Anticipatory shakes.” She clenched the sheets to steady herself, not that it did much. He looked her over and after a quick nod, dropped his mouth to hers. She sighed into the kiss, one hand cupping his face as she kissed him back. This wasn’t the first time someone had used a vibrator on her, but everything felt different with Oakley. It was more intense, more exciting and more emotional.
“What do you need?” he asked against her mouth.
“You, Oak. Just you.”
“You got me, baby,” he replied.
His lips moved down her body and Clementine’s eyes snapped open when he used his teeth on her nipples. She grabbed at his hair and he looked up briefly, leaving a line of sloppy kisses down her sternum and stomach, nuzzling against the flesh at her waist.
“Oakley…” she growled. “Do something.”
“Patience, sweetheart. Legs over my shoulders, please.”
She huffed and despite how on edge she was, lifted her legs one at a time to rest over his shoulder and back as he lay on his stomach. His beard brushed against the inside of her thigh and she sighed. He jostled her slightly, getting comfortable and she dragged her shaky hands through his hair, tugging and playing with it.
“I’ve been thinking about your mouth for days, so please , stop playing with me and do som—” her words were cut off with a gasp when she felt his warm mouth against her pussy. Another shudder spread through her body and she gripped his hair tighter. Her head tipped back as his tongue flicked out, rubbing against her seam, his nose nudging against the hood of her clit.
A loud hum echoed through the room and she felt it vibrate through her body at the same time as his tongue continued to lap at her. She attempted to squeeze her legs and pressed against the sides of his head. At the sound of his grunt and the pressure of his fingers on her thighs, she spread them again. But he didn’t let up; his mouth continued to explore her.
As she settled into the feeling of his tongue and lips, he pulled back. “You ready?”
Clementine purred in response and when he didn’t do anything more than rub his beard against her thigh, she grunted. “Yes.”
“Always need your words, Clem.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he pressed the toy against her slit and she sucked in a sharp breath. It wasn’t on yet, but she was already so riled up, it wouldn’t take much to make her come. The fingers in his hair tightened slightly as he pushed against her opening and slid the toy inside her. He turned on the vibration and she cried out, hips lifting off the bed. His arm spread across her stomach to steady her as he pushed the toy deeper, tremors running through her entire body.
Just as she was getting used to the feeling, he pulled it out almost all the way and she whimpered in protest. He rubbed it against her clit, making her squirm and rock towards him. Words were lost to her, but she gripped his hair with every shift of her body. Oakley pushed the toy back in, this time without the vibration and pumped it in and out of her slowly. Her hips lifted again, but she didn’t get very far. She heard him chuckle, scruff rubbing against her skin. She looked at him through barely open eyes as he kissed along the inside of her thighs and up to her mound. Every nerve ending was lit up and her hips thrust up slightly, which seemed to draw his attention. Because all of a sudden, his mouth and the vibrator were battling to get her all worked up.
“Oh god, Oakley, fuck ,” she screamed.
He pumped the toy into her and she moaned, back arching off the bed. He took that opportunity to clamp his mouth over her clit and her body trembled as she fought to steady herself. Between the vibrating toy and his mouth, Clementine was a complete mess. Her pussy clenched and she heard him groan against her clit. He nibbled on the sensitive bundle, sending another bolt of pleasure through her body.
“Again, fuck, do that again!”
Oakley didn’t hesitate to repeat the action, the toy still vibrating and thrusting as promised. She tensed as the orgasm rushed through her. She came so hard, she saw stars behind her eyelids, but he continued to work her over. When her body finally stopped shaking and she settled back into the bed, the sounds around her came into focus. Mostly, she could finally focus on Oakley’s heavy breathing from between her thighs. Her pussy pulsed as he slipped the toy out, already missing the full feeling inside her. Her fingers loosened in his hair as his tongue moved back and forth across her pussy, licking her up.
Their eyes met, his green ones twinkling, and she shook her head at his smug expression. The sound of his laugh wrapped around her as he slid out from under her thighs and sat up. Hair a mess from her fingers, his cock pressed against the front of his underwear and beard wet because of her; Oakley was the the most beautiful sight.
“How do you feel?”
“Lonely.” She pouted, stretched a hand out and wiggled her fingers at him.
He grinned. “I’ll fix that in a minute.” With that, he got out of bed and vanished into what she assumed was the bathroom. She shifted on the sheets, content as ever, pussy still pulsing. He returned holding a wash cloth and instructed her on what to do—she bent her knees and spread her legs. Her eyes stayed on his face as he cleaned her up, then kissed both knees and went back to the bathroom. When he came back the second time, Oakley crawled over her, her hands instantly moving up his body.
“Was that okay?”
She nodded slowly, fingers circling his nipples. “I saw stars when I came.”
“Fuck yes,” he mumbled, pumping one fist in celebration. She laughed and flattened her hands on his chest. “I was right, you taste better than vanilla.”
“Vaginas don’t taste good.”
“Oh, baby, your pussy tastes like heaven.”
She rolled her eyes. “What does your idea of heaven taste like?”
“Tarty, earthy and something sharp that makes my tongue tingle. You taste better than any donut or cake you could ever make me. So, no pressure.”
“You’re the most extra.”
He laughed and dipped low enough to brush his nose against hers. In that moment, she realized that no other part of him touched her and she frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why are you not touching me?”
“Because I’m hard as fuck and I don’t want to…you know…”
She lifted one leg to wrap around his thigh and pulled him down. “I want you to be pressed against me, Oakley.”
He hesitated and dropped his hips so he was nestled between her thighs. The pressure of his dick against her aching center made her moan and she lazily rubbed herself against his cotton-cased cock. Her eyes took in the flexed jaw and strained muscles, seeing just how much he was holding himself back.
“Don’t fight it,” she whispered, pussy still rubbing against him.
His eyes bore into hers and then all the tension in his body relaxed as he lowered himself even more, balanced on his elbows above her. Then his mouth covered hers in a kiss that she felt all the way to her throbbing clit.