Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
H e was so consumed by the feel of her in his arms that he thought he misheard Clementine’s question. When he focused on her, she was watching him with her lip between her teeth. They might have decided to take their time, but Oakley was ready for the next step with her a while ago.
Searching her eyes, he whispered, “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything.”
His chest expanded with the breath he took, giving his heart enough room to flail around. Yes, she wanted to fuck him. But that wasn’t the thing that got him excited—Clementine had left her friend’s wedding for him . All the disappointment about not being invited as her date faded away because this was way better. There were so many things left unsaid between them, but he had to admit that actions often spoke louder than words. The bonus was coming home to find her waiting for him in that dress; she looked like she stepped out of a dream.
Oakley dug into his pocket for his keys as she wrapped her arms around him. He smiled at the look in her eyes and their lips met as he reached around her delicious body to unlock the door. With one arm at her waist, he pushed it open and guided her inside. The kiss deepened as he pressed her against the surface. If it wasn’t for the sound of Gracie’s nails on the wood floor and a whimper that followed, he would have devoured Clementine right there. But he pulled back, taking her things as she dropped to a squat. He set everything aside and smiled as Gracie stretched up to sniff and nuzzle Clementine. Then she trotted over and licked his ankle before leaving them, comforted that her human was home and he was okay.
As she straightened up, Oakley guided Clementine back against the door, their lips meeting again. Her hands slid over his stomach and chest, brushing against his shoulders before she was yanking his cap off. Then she sucked on his tongue, pulling him closer. He’d been hard the minute he saw her, but the more she touched and teased him, he felt his willpower weaken.
“Take me to bed, Oakley,” she mumbled between kisses.
“When I’m ready.”
He stepped away, breathing heavily as he finally took a good look at her. The dress clung to her soft body, the green stunning against her light brown skin. Her heaving breasts were taking up so much of his attention, they were practically spilling over the top with each breath. He was jealous of everyone who got to see her this way before he did as his eyes moved all over her. When he finally looked up at her face, Clementine was watching him, her beautiful pink lips tipped up in a horny smile.
“You’re really here,” he whispered, still trying to process the reality of his situation.
She toed off her sneakers. “Are you going to do something about it?”
He growled at her tone and pressed against her, one hand sliding under the thick curtain of her hair and cupped her head. He used his other hand to hitch up her dress, but frowned when he encountered another layer. “What the…”
“Shapewear,” she said through soft laughter and started to push him aside, but he swatted her hands away.
He dropped to his knees, dick throbbing, but ignored it so he could focus on the task before him. She gathered her dress, lifting it higher and Oakley smoothed his hands over the skin-toned nylon thing that was blocking him from his favorite place. He gripped the waistband of the damn thing and tugged, grunting when he met some resistance. She stayed against the door laughing, but he would not be deterred. He was going to taste his woman and he was going to fuck her, because she so politely asked him to do that.
“How the hell do I get you out of this?”
“Roll it down.”
Despite her amusement at his struggle, he did what she said. After much pulling and grunting, he managed to slide the thing past her stomach, over her hips and down her thighs. When her lace thong came into view, he pressed his mouth against the material. Her hips jerked slightly, but he didn’t let up. He kissed and nipped at her through the lace as he slid the offensive contraption down her legs.
Her fingers threaded in his hair and Oakley tugged on the lace with his teeth, tempted to rip it off her. Instead, he stood up, bringing his mouth back to hers. He slid a hand down her stomach, fingers edging past the lace to cup her pussy. The warm heat of her made him groan as she sucked on his top lip. When he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit, Clementine’s hand slid into his shorts and past his underwear to wrap around his aching cock.
“Just like that, fuck ,” he rasped into the kiss.
She squeezed him in response and he gritted his teeth, dragging his middle finger through her slit. She wriggled against him, but neither of them let go. The kiss turned messy, tongues fighting for control and mouths not lining up. That didn’t stop them either. She stroked him hard, her hand moving from root to tip and back swiftly and Oakley was sure that if she kept that up, he would come right there. Not one to be left behind, even though his hand was shaking, he used two fingers to push into her pussy and grunted when she clenched around him.
“I don’t…want to…” she gasped between words, rocking against his hand, all the while attempting to keep stroking him, ”come like this.”
He pumped his fingers inside her, lips dragging down her cheek and to her ear. “How do you want to come, melor?”
She tugged on his cock and he dropped his head to her shoulder, stars bursting behind his eyelids. His fingers twisted inside her pussy and she cried out, walls clamping around him.
“Not yet,” she groaned and he relented, sliding his fingers out of her. She released him at the same time and they stayed like that, pressed together, as they worked on regulating their breathing.
“Are you okay?”
She hummed as her lips brushed against his cheek. “We need to shower.”
Very slowly and almost painstakingly, he stepped back and watched her chest rise and fall. “In case it wasn’t clear yet, you look absolutely stunning today. Thank you for coming home to me.”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” One of her arms slid to her back and her shoulders pushed back. Then her dress loosened, the whole thing sliding off and dropping to the floor. “That’s better.”
“ Christ. You are fucking perfection, Clementine.”
Her body was a work of art, stretch marks and all. Her waist curved in, flaunting a delicious hourglass figure. Her soft stomach moved as she lifted her arms and he reminded himself to breathe. This woman, this perfection of humankind, was his . How on earth did that even happen?
“Don’t just stand there,” she said, brushing past him. He watched her go, eyes drawn to her ass and up as she unhooked her bra. She slid it off her arms and tossed it aside, glancing over her shoulder at him before stepping into his bedroom. He forced himself to move, but it still took him a few minutes. Shucking off his things as he followed.
When he reached the bathroom, she already had the shower going, head tipped back under the stream of water. He stepped into the shower stall with her and before he could reach for her she was dropping to her knees, one hand wrapping around his cock.
“Clem…what…”
She hushed him and flashed a naughty smile he hoped he would remember to add to his notebook.
Then she was sliding him into her mouth.
He grunted, hands slapping onto the glass and wall on either side of him, eyes wide as he stared at her. She watched him as she twisted her hand around his base and took him deeper into her mouth. His girl might not be sexually experienced in the practical sense, but she was clearly very thorough with the technicalities. Her tongue swirled around his cock as she took him as deep as possible, his tip hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck, baby, that’s perfect,” he groaned.
When her mouth slid off him and the warmth of the shower hit his dick, he forced his eyes open to watch as she sucked on his tip, her gaze still fixed on him. He rocked his hips forward, sliding deeper and she moaned. Instead of pulling back, she opened wider in invitation. Oakley grunted as he obliged, the warmth of her mouth enveloping him instantly. She never looked away, almost like she was waiting for his cues and learning what he wanted her to do.
He brushed her hair back, tracing down her jaw, his thumb dragging over her bottom lip. She popped him out of her mouth and sucked on his thumb instead, making him moan. Batting her eyes at him, she dragged a hand along his cock as the other reached between his thighs to squeeze his sac.
“Squeeze harder,” he muttered and when she complied, a shudder ran up his back. “ Fuck yes , so fucking good.”
Clementine flashed him a smile as she released his thumb and tilted her head, while lifting his dick slightly. Then she licked a line along the underside of his cock. The intense eye contact broke as she sucked his balls into her mouth, one at a time. He groaned, head falling back, at the feeling. Nobody had ever done that before. And this woman…she was doing it all. She was following instructions, reading his body language and responses so fucking perfectly.
A tingle shot up his spine and he groaned quietly. He tapped whatever part of Clementine’s head he could reach and when she looked up at him, her eyes sparkled. Keeping a hand on his balls, she returned to licking and nipping at his cock. He gave up all hope of being able to hold it together when she took him into her mouth again.
His fingers fisted in her hair as she slid her tongue out, mouth widening, almost like she was inviting him to fuck her. He took the request seriously and thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every shift of his hips.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re taking me so well.”
Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned loudly, his whole body shaking as he exploded, painting the back of her throat. With his hand still in her hair and both of hers resting on his thighs, Oakley watched as she swallowed him down and sucked him clean. She sat back, dragging one hand over her mouth with a smug smile.
He sucked in large gulps of air and stared at her, unable to believe she’d made him come so quickly. As his breathing leveled out, he helped her stand up. “Everything about you is a contradiction.”
“I’ve done my research, a lot of it very recently.” She chuckled and stepped under the shower, letting the water sluice down her beautiful body. He watched her for a second before joining her, his arms sliding around her waist as the shower doused them both.
“So, tell me about this research.”
She snorted, warm air from the action brushing against his bare skin. After a shower, they dried off and wrapped towels around their bodies. Then he pulled her into bed. It took some maneuvering because his girl was fidgety, but they found the perfect position to cuddle—him on his back, her tucked into his side and head resting on his shoulder.
“You know there are guides to sex online? Some visual, but a lot of it theoretical,” she explained, the tips of her fingers tracing the script on his chest. “Proper step-by-step instructions on how to eat someone out, give them a life altering blowjob and even how to have sex.”
“And you’ve been reading these because…”
She shrugged. “I know you’re teaching me a lot, but I didn’t want to be totally unprepared.”
“Isn’t that the point of teaching ?”
“Did you hate what I did?” she asked, tipping her head back, an eyebrow arched.
“Fuck, no. That was the best blowjob of my life. Did the guide really tell you to suck my balls?”
“There were like millions of steps. I read through the whole thing and decided which ones worked for me in the moment.”
“What’s left for me to teach you then?”
“Everything else.”
Oakley smiled, even though her answer was so vague, and dragged his hand back and forth along her side. When she’d dropped to her knees and taken over, his eyes had bugged out of his head. It had been the most incredible blowjob, the combination of her taking him so deep and her mouth on his sac, he wasn’t surprised the orgasm had crashed through him that way.
“Don’t overthink it,” she whispered, drawing his attention to her furrowed forehead.
“Maybe you should teach me things.”
She shifted to rest her hands on his chest, dropping her chin on top of them. “You know what you’re teaching me?”
“That I clearly know nothing.”
She rolled her eyes. “How to appreciate pleasure. It always felt like something I experienced only with someone else. I mean, there’s a part of me that still doesn’t get excited about masturbation and I don’t do it all the time. But I know how to do it and enjoy it. And that’s what you’re teaching me.”
He nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on hers as she added, “Plus, you’re also teaching me to not be afraid of sex. Do you know how big of a deal that is?”
“I know, baby,” he whispered, his hand splayed across her back as they stared at each other. Because she was helping him understand that an orgasm didn’t have to be stressful or a requirement. “You’re doing the same for me, I hope you know that.”
She nodded, eyes softening as she stretched up to kiss him, her smile imprinting against his mouth. He cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip before licking into her mouth. She groaned and pulled away, sliding her nose against his briefly. His fingers played with her damp hair, smiling at how the strands were a tangled mess as opposed to the smooth waves they followed when dry. They watched each other, amusement in their expressions, and Oakley had to admit that there was never going to be anyone else who would make him feel this way ever again.
“Know what I’ve been researching?”
She arched an eyebrow and shifted onto her elbows. “What?”
“Face sitting.”
“Your face or mine?”
“Mine,” he said and pulled the pillow out from under his head, then tapped his mouth. “So get up here.”
“Are you sure?”
“That I want to drown in your pussy? A hundred percent.”
“You know that suffocation comes with the territory,” she told him, like that was even a concern.
“I’m definitely looking forward to that part.” When she didn’t move, Oakley lifted his head and looked at her. “Come on, sweetheart.”
“I’ve never actually sat on someone’s face before.”
“It’s like sitting on my lap, but it’s my mouth instead.”
The bed dipped and sheets rustled, but she still wasn’t moving. He wasn’t going to push her, though. He stretched a hand out and brushed it against whatever part of her he could reach and smiled when her hand slipped into his. She squeezed his fingers and then more rustling followed before Clementine was straddling his waist. He watched her face, making sure that she wasn’t doing this just for him. He squeezed her knee as she moved to his stomach, then his chest and finally hovered over his face. Oakley inhaled at the sight of her pink pussy, plump and glistening.
“You’re sure, right?” she asked softly.
“Only if you are.”
“Am I sure I want your tongue on me? Absolutely.”
He smiled as she adjusted herself, thighs on either side of his head, body trembling slightly. “Hands on the headboard.” He forced the words out and she grabbed a plank. “Now, sit.”
Clementine hesitated, but her pussy dropped to his mouth and he grunted at the first taste of her. She quivered, but didn’t move. He could feel how tense she was, so he dragged both hands over her ass and thighs, looping them over so his fingers rested on the inside of her legs. She whimpered and he swiped his tongue over her slit slowly. When another sound came out of her, he swiped his tongue along her faster.
He used one hand to spread her pussy open and moaned at the sight. She whimpered, rocking against his mouth and that was all it took to push him over. Sliding his tongue into her, Oakley used his other hand to play with her clit, his eyes slipping shut as she rode his mouth. He licked and sucked, gently nibbling on her while rubbing and pinching her clit. Her hips jolted and then her thighs were pressing against the sides of his head, but he didn’t stop. If anything, that made him fuck her with his tongue even faster. He hadn’t been joking, he wanted to be suffocated. As much as possible.
When Clementine’s movements became erratic and a little unsteady, he knew she was close. With his tongue, he traced around the entrance of her vagina while he pushed two fingers into her. Twisting them, he pumped them fast while pressing his thumb against her clit. A piercing cry fell from her lips as her body quivered. With his fingers deep inside her, she came hard, moaning loudly as her walls clamped around him, soaking and filling his mouth instantly.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” she mumbled, pussy fluttering around his fingers.
The whole time, he lay there, watching her tremble and gasp for air. It took her a minute, but she relaxed and he slipped out in time for her to tip over and collapse on the bed beside him. Smiling, he licked his fingers clean and then turned to look at Clementine. She was flat on her back, eyes closed as a small smile played on her lips. Almost like she could feel him watching her, her eyes popped open and she turned to him.
“Apologies for not suffocating you properly,” she told him, faking a pout.
“There’s always next time.”
“I’ll make sure to squeeze harder.”
He snorted and leaned in to kiss her, feeling her smile against his mouth. The feeling coursing through his veins almost came out in words, but admitting that he loved Clementine while they were in a post-sex state was probably not the right time.