Chapter 38
CHAPTER 38
S tepping out of the shower, Oakley dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. He remembered leaving some of his clothes behind, but honestly didn’t have the energy to look for them. He had a feeling that if he appeared half-naked, it might entice Clementine into some make-up sex. Walking out of the bedroom while dragging his fingers through his damp hair, he frowned at the silence.
“Babe?” he called out, coming around the corner and froze.
“Thought you might be in the mood for some dessert.”
She was sitting at one end of the dining table, completely naked except for dollops of colorful buttercream frosting. Breathing and blinking weren’t important, because all he could focus on was the beauty in front of him. She dragged her finger through the light green bit above her navel and then slid the digit into her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at him and he wondered if she expected him to speak or think clearly right then.
He continued to stare as she leaned back slightly, using one hand for support against the table. Her legs were spread wide, flaunting her pussy. There were streaks along the inside of both thighs that looked like arrows. Another one was pointing from her belly button to her crotch. She had messy lines over her stomach, some of them straight and others curly loops. Her nipples were hidden by light purple and pink blobs. Some was smeared on her collarbone and there was enough on her neck for him to understand she’d marked their favorite spots.
“Happy to treat myself,” she teased and dropped a hand to touch herself.
A rumble started in his chest and he prowled forward. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Anywhere. Everywhere.”
His mouth watered and his dick twitched, suddenly needing to do everything and Oakley clenched his fists to stop from actually following through with that thought.
“Lose the towel,” she told him, setting her other hand behind her so that she was leaning back some more, pushing her breasts into focus.
Yes, this was similar to his dream from a long time ago, but better. It didn’t matter why she was doing it; the fact that she’d remembered and had covered herself in frosting that would require another shower was more than enough. Dropping his towel to the floor, he breathed in the scent of vanilla and sugar, as well as all that buttercream spread across her flawless skin. Fuck, she’s unreal. She’s everything I never knew I could have.
Clearing his throat when he was finally within touch distance, he said, “You are sheer perfection, melor.”
“I know.”
Of course she did, his queen . Oakley set his hands on the table on either side of her and took a minute to decide where to start. Her chest heaved with every inhale, but she didn’t move. Just sat back and watched him, a deliciously naughty smile in place. Licking his lips, he tapped the outside of her thigh. “Come here.”
Clementine sat up straight, bringing them closer and he kissed her shoulder, where a small drop of frosting rested. She huffed a breath and he smiled, dragging his mouth along the expanse of skin until he reached her neck. Her head tipped to the side and he licked up the first stripe. Swallowing it down, he moved to the next one and licked that as well, spending a few extra seconds making sure to suck on her skin. She whimpered at the action, making him smile.
He sighed happily as he kissed and licked his way down to her collarbone. He took his time cleaning that up, tongue scooping up every morsel on both sides. Her hands brushed against his own and he playfully nipped at her skin to make her yelp. His mouth inched lower, tasting the next batch as he made his way down to her breasts. The sugar high was going to have his head spinning, but it would be totally worth it when he was done.
Lifting a hand, he slid a finger through the frosting covering her nipple and drew a line over the top of her breast. He kissed and licked at it before using the same hand to lift her breast and slide it into his mouth. Her echoing gasp made him grunt, he sucked on her nipple, twirling his tongue around it, making sure to get every bit of frosting that he could. She muttered something, but he wasn’t listening. Not when he had another breast to suckle and worship.
When her fingers slid into his hair, Oakley’s knees quivered, but he didn’t stop. He sucked both breasts clean, teeth scraping against the soft skin before he pulled back. Their eyes met briefly, her head still tipped to the side and he blew against the wet skin. A shudder rolled through her and he smirked.
“Hurry up,” she growled and he pressed wet kisses between her breasts and down to her stomach.
“I’m enjoying my dessert. Don’t rush me.”
He took his time, tongue following the lines she’d across her stomach. It was her fault that she’d drawn such elaborate loops and put it in so many places. She grunted, probably realizing her mistake and he smirked against her stomach. When he reached the first big arrow, he dropped to his knees and tapped her thighs.
“To the edge,” he whispered and she scooted forward. Their eyes met briefly as he touched her thighs again and she lifted one leg at a time over his shoulders bringing them close enough. He sighed happily at the scent of her mingling with buttercream.
Looking up at her, he kissed one knee at a time. Then licked the arrows on either side. Her thighs trembled and fingers returned to grip his hair. He worked his mouth over her skin, tasting every inch as his tongue teased the crease between her thigh and pussy. He inhaled the lush scent of his woman, loving the way each element of her wrapped around him. At the gentle tug of his hair, he buried his face in her pussy and she moaned loudly. His nose nudged against her clit as his tongue moved through her wet seam. Her hips jolted at the contact, but he held her steady. He stroked his knuckles through her slit, feeling how wet she was, while rubbing her clit with his tongue. He pushed the knuckle of his middle finger into her and she whined, hips rocking forward.
Tugging on his hair, Clementine mumbled through her panting, “Eat or fuck. We don’t play with our food, Oakley.”
He couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped out of him, eyes lifting to find her watching him totally unamused. He kept their gazes locked and licked her long and slow. Her jaw flexed and eyes narrowed, but a slight tremble gave her away.
When she started to move her legs, he shook his head and held her steady. “Don’t you dare move. I’m ready to feast .” He sucked on her hard, causing her head to fall back. He stared at the length of her beautiful neck as he continued to suck and nip at her pussy.
She pulled his hair with a content moan. “Oh god.”
Oakley used his other hand to spread her open, his tongue moving over every inch of her. She writhed against his mouth and he rubbed her entrance with his fingers and then slipped his tongue inside her. She gripped his hair, urging him on and he took the hint. Eating her out, having her thighs pressed against the sides of his head and her fingers in his hair was certainly one of his absolute favorite things in the world.
Dipping his tongue into her, he groaned at the taste, eyes lifting to stare at her. Her head was tilted to the side with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as her dark eyes watched him. Adding a finger, he fucked her. The hand in his hair flexed and pulled as he added a another finger, sliding his tongue out. Then her head fell back, a loud cry slipping out of her. He smirked as he focused his attention on her clit, mouth working the bundle of nerves while his fingers pumped in and out of her.
“Oak…fuck,” she whined, walls clenching around him. He sucked on her clit, drawing another sound out of her. “Don’t stop.”
Smiling to himself, Oakley watched as Clementine’s breasts bounced. He twisted his fingers inside her and she cried out again, thighs clamping against the sides of his head. Dragging his teeth over her clit, he growled as her back arched and she came hard, soaking his fingers. She moaned loudly, her grip on him tight as she rode out the orgasm.
When she finally caught her breath, she looked down at him with wide eyes. It took her a few minutes to realize that he was trapped—right where he wanted to be—and released her grip on him. He smiled and pulled back, fingers sliding out of her as he pressed a soft kiss to her clit. That action made her shudder and he chuckled as he sat back on his haunches. With their eyes locked, Oakley put his fingers into his mouth and sucked on the digits, her tarty, earthy scent exploding over his tongue.
“Better than any dream could have been.”
As Clementine lay half-collapsed on the table, he wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to wipe her down. Helping her sit up, he made sure to clean every inch he’d kissed and licked. He grabbed both of them water and stood between her thighs and chugged a whole one down. The sugar rush would hit a little later, but he could already feel the energy coursing through him.
“You missed a spot,” she said, before tipping her head back to finish her water and he saw the streaks on the other side of her neck.
“Well, we can’t have that.” He latched onto her neck and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. A soft laugh slipped between her moans and he smiled as he used his tongue to clean her up. Then wiped her neck properly before pulling back to look at her. “Thank you.”
“For the frosting? You’re welcome.”
He leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “For giving me somewhere to belong.”
“You’re stuck with me, Oak.”
“Fantastic,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. “I thought for sure that you were done with me.”
“They’ll have to pry you out of my cold dead arms for that to happen.”
“This was supposed to be a pleasant conversation, not one of death.”
She snorted and tilted her head, mouth fusing to his. Her feet grazed against his calves as he stepped closer, his hands resting on the table on either side of her. They’d had sex in bed so far, never adventuring beyond the softness of their mattresses and surrounded by sheets. The idea that he could slip into her right then made him groan.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, cupping his face.
“Realizing that I have to leave this warm embrace to get condoms.”
“They’re on the chair.”
“What?”
“I really want make-up sex, so I grabbed the condoms and lube earlier.”
He smiled at the smug look on her face and kissed her. “I fucking love you, Clem.”
“I love you too, Oak.”
He leaned into her, like he was swooning, hands at her waist. She laughed and tightened her arms around him, one leg hooking over one of his. He kissed her collarbone, then up to her neck and hummed against her skin as she played with his hair. In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about how they were both naked and pressed against each other. He wasn’t thinking about how he’d licked frosting off that gorgeous body.
No, all Oakley was thinking about was how he’d found the partner of his dreams and that she happened to love him almost as much as he loved her. It rocked him to his soul.
Clementine’s hands slid down his back, fingers ghosting along his spine, before dropping to cup and squeeze his ass. He growled into her neck, but returned the favor by grabbing the sides of her hips and hauling her closer to him. His dick fit between her thighs, pressing against her pussy and both of them moaned. He peppered kisses along every inch of skin he could reach while slipping a hand between them to run a finger through her seam. She shivered and he spent a few extra minutes licking at the spot where her neck and shoulder met.
Not to be left out, her hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing and tugging as the other made its way back up into his hair. She pulled gently on the strands and he tilted his head back in time for her to kiss him. Their lips parted, breath mingling as her tongue swept into his mouth. He moaned as he dipped and dragged his finger through her slit, spreading her open. She made a sound in the back of her throat, dragging her hand from his root to tip, one finger teasing his head.
With a grunt, he pulled away and stared at her. Her hair was coming undone, brown eyes dark and unfocused. He was certain he looked as disheveled, especially with his hair standing on edge and his cock ready for her. Her chest heaved and her eyes dropped to his dick, making it twitch under her gaze. She smirked and leaned to the side, one hand sliding between the table and chair before she straightened up to set the condom, lube and vibrator beside her.
“Is that for me or for you?”
“Both,” she smirked and ripped open the foil wrapper. Clementine slid the rubber onto him, slowly rolling it down his length, her fingers touching every inch of him as she did it. The strength it took to not stop her was quite something. Squirting lube onto him, she worked to torture and tease him again, making him a little lightheaded.
“ Fuck , Clem,” he muttered, grabbing her thighs to steady himself.
“Yeah, Oak. Fuck me .” She laughed and he captured her lips in a kiss. She melted against him, her hand still working along his dick.
“Put me inside, baby,” he growled into the kiss, fingers digging into her thighs as she guided him inside her. The feeling of her wet heat made him moan and then he felt her stretch around him as he slid into her. Moving his hands to her hips, he broke the kiss and looked between them to watch as his cock slid inside her. She released his cock and he pulled out, the condom glistening. Then with one hard thrust, he filled her up, their loud groans filling the room.
He stayed still for a minute, wanting to soak up the feeling of her pussy pulsing around him. He kissed along her jaw and nudged her with his nose. “Lie back,” he whispered, hands sliding up her sides. She hesitated briefly before lying down and even the slightest movement of her hips made his head spin.
“Look at you,” he mumbled, eyes drinking in the softness of her body and the way she was spread out for him. “All mine.”
“All yours,” she echoed, cupping and playing with her breasts.
Holding her hips, he moved inside her with shallow thrusts. Letting both of them adjust to the feeling. His eyes never left her hands as they pinched and tugged at her nipples, his thrusts sliding him deeper. Her head tipped back and her hands were shaking, but she didn’t stop touching her breasts.
He grabbed the vibrator and turned it on as Clementine’s eyes widened. “You good?”
“Yeah. Do it,” she muttered. He held the end of the vibrator against her clit and bit his lip when she gasped, body jolting at the contact. “Holy fuck. Again!”
Keeping his thrusts steady, he slid the vibrator across her clit. Goosebumps spread across her skin and her hands dropped from her breasts to reach for him. He linked his free hand with one of hers, and continued to tease her with the toy, making her whine and moan. Despite how hard he’d been when he was eating her out and how desperately he ached to come when she was rolling the condom on, he was so completely focused on her, he wasn’t even thinking about himself.
“Fuck, that’s too much!” Her feet hooked around his thighs and her body jerked against his. Oakley turned it off and tossed the vibrator aside, using his finger against her clit to push her to the edge. Her body arched off the table and pussy clenched around him as she came with a loud moan. She shuddered through the orgasm and he held her down as he continued to fuck her, fully aware that he wasn’t going to come.
When Clementine finally settled, he slowed his thrusts as she propped herself on her elbows and arched an eyebrow at him. “My turn.”
Frowning, he started to protest when she sat up fully and with a hand on his chest, pushed him back. He saw her quiver at the loss of him but she was already moving onto her knees.
“What are you doing?”
“Eyes on me,” she whispered and rolled off the condom, tied and set it aside. Then before he could speak, she had him in her mouth. He grunted at the warmth surrounding him and leaned forward, bracing himself against the table. Her eyes stayed on him as she took him deep, his tip hitting the back of her throat. A low moan fell from him and he gritted his teeth as her head bobbed, sucking and licking him.
One hand wrapped around his base, while the other slipped between his thighs and cupped him. He gave up on keeping his eyes open, head hanging forward as she squeezed and massaged him in her hands, her mouth working him over just as hard. His toes curled against the floor and he sucked in sharp breaths of air as her tongue slid back and forth and around him.
“Fuck, Clem, that’s good.”
She hummed in response and pulled off him, forcing his eyes open as she sucked on his tip, a small smile playing on her lips. He felt sparks erupt over his skin as his cock was surrounded by her mouth again. The tell-tale tingle shot up his spine and he growled, hips thrusting forward. Clementine moaned at the intrusion and he struggled to form words as he came hard, spilling into her mouth. She sucked him down, eyes closed as he held still. When she pulled her mouth off him with a pop, Oakley almost buckled. But he caught himself and carefully lowered to his knees in front of her.
“Sucked the life out of you, huh?” she teased and he leaned into her, head resting on her shoulder as her arms came around him.
“Totally worth it,” he whispered and pulled her flush against him as he got his breathing under control. Totally fucking worth it.