Page 111 of Her Marine
When their eyes locked, she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Killian watched the lace fabric reveal those lush breasts, her nipples pert and waiting for him to have a taste. He barely noticed her dropping the bra. His eyes fixated on her hands again when her thumbs slid into the sides of her panties.
Killian waited, ready for her to stand before him completely bare, but she paused, and his eyes snapped to her face, a teasing smile played on her lips.
“Tigress.”
“You’re always telling me I’m impatient, but look at you now,” she teased.
“I’d say I’ve been pretty patient.”
“That you have.” She slipped her panties down and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them.
Killian took her in for a long moment. His eyes drank in her deep syrup-colored skin. From experience, he knew it tasted as good as it looked and would taste every inch of it before the night was out.
“Now,” Journee started as she sat on the end of the bed and slid back. “You undress for me.”
Killian did not have the patience to tease her in return and didn’t want to. He wanted to feel her skin against his. His clothes were removed in record time. He was sure he hadn’t gotten undressed that quickly since he was in basic training. He should have been embarrassed by how much he wanted her, but he wasn’t. His want for her,needfor her, only solidified his feelings because they ran deeper than he could have ever imagined.
He joined her on the bed, leaning down to nip at her ankle, kissing up to her inner thigh. He nipped at the flesh there, pulling a soft gasp from her before slowly swirling his tongue over the area. He bit another part of her thigh, his tongue following soon after.
Her breath hitched with every nip to her skin, every circle of his tongue that followed. He’d missed making her breathless in this way, missed hearing her moans even more, but he would make up for lost time.
Killian switched his attention to Journee’s other thigh. His teeth captured flesh, and a sweet moan soon followed the gasp she released as he let go and circled his tongue. He scattered kisses across her thigh, shifting closer to the apex. He kissed her lower lips, her arousal palpable, and it’d been too long since he tasted her, indulged in her nectar’s decadence.
He spread her lips with his index and middle finger and took in the sight of her glistening pussy. She was already wet for him, already prepared to take what he wanted to give her, but she always was. Journee’s body always responded perfectly for him, to him, and Killian had come to crave it.
The luscious site before him had him licking his lips, inhaling the sweetness that was her before the tip of his tongue ran ever so slowly up from opening to clit. A soft moan lilted into the air. Killian repeated the action—the taste of her blooming on the tip of his tongue.
He delved deeper, slipped his tongue inside her, and got a proper taste. A moan escaped him as she coated his tongue in her succulent wetness. It didn’t matter how long he went without tasting her; he’d never forget it.
Killian swirled his tongue, drinking her in, and he felt her fingers begin to run through his hair. His tongue’s movements were sure, steady, but he didn’t want her to cum yet. It’d been over eight weeks since he’d lost himself in her, slid between her legs, and partaken in her.
He lacked the patience to tease her while he undressed, but it seemed to find him when he got the first taste of her on his tongue. He wanted to take his time tasting her. If he had the patience for nothing else, he would make it for that.
Killian placed her left leg over his shoulder. Moving his tongue slowly, he began to spell his name in her pussy. A reminder that it was his, regardless of how long she’d gone without having his tongue in her, how long they’d had to wait.
When he finished spelling his full name, Journee’s hips began to rock in time with the movement of his tongue. The small gyration of her hips attempted to get his tongue deeper. As he devoured her pussy, he breathed slowly through his nose onto her clit.
The continual soft moans she released were like a sensual symphony, and it was always his favorite soundtrack. He could listen to it without complaint or getting tired of it.
His slow sampling of her continued, the gentle rocking of her hips matching his movements. It seemed she realized he was in no hurry, that he wanted to savor this initial taste, wanted to prolong it before being rewarded with the prize of her cum.
The more he drank from her fountain, the more she gave him, drenched his tongue in the precursor to what he wanted, what he was working for, working her up to give him.
After several long minutes, the rhythm of her hips was lost, and her movements became sporadic. Her walls clenched, convulsed around his tongue, and Killian knew she was going to cum for him, was going to cascade over his tongue.
“Killian,” Journee breathed softly.
A few seconds later, her back arched, and she moaned for him as she released. She was as delicious as ever, and he vaguely wondered if in literature, when they spoke about the nectar of the gods, they were speaking of Journee’s cum because it damn sure could have been.
He drank up everything she gave him and removed his tongue from her. He placed a kiss on her clit that sent a shiver through her.
Killian knew his face was covered in her juices as he sat up, her leg falling from his shoulder. Journee ran her index finger over his lips and pushed it into his mouth. He welcomed it, sucking her cum from it. When he released it, she ran her thumb over his chin, placing it against his lips, feeding him more of her delicious ambrosia.
Journee beckoned him forward, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him into a searing kiss. Their tongues danced, clashing with one another as she tasted herself from his, and he gave her what she wanted. When his hand snaked between them, she pulled away from the kiss.
“Lay down for me, baby,” she requested, and Killian gave her another kiss before rolling onto his back.
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