Page 112 of Her Marine
Journee straddled Killian, placing soft kisses along his jawline, over his chin. She trailed her lips to his neck, nipping at the flesh and swirling her tongue around it. She wanted to mark him, leave him with a reminder of who he belonged to, no matter how short it would stick around, no matter that neither of them needed it.
She continued to kiss down to his chest. Her lips grazed over his left nipple before her tongue swiped over it. Killian moaned, and Journee decided to bite it softly, and he graced her with a deeper one. The rumbling of his deep timbre vibrated against her lips.
Journee twirled her tongue around it again, skimming her lips across his chest to his other nipple and repeating her actions. She knew Killian’s nipples weren’t particularly sensitive, but she enjoyed the sounds she could elicit from him by teasing them.
She continued her journey down, kissing along his abs, slowly running her tongue over each one, tasting his flesh, and feeling the hardness of the muscles under her tongue. She left kisses, and love bites down the left side of his V.
Journee licked her lips as her eyes landed on his dick, and she paused momentarily before running her tongue up the underside of it. The moan her boyfriend released went straight to her pussy. It didn’t matter how often she heard them. Knowing that she was the one causing them, giving him the pleasure that drew them out, was always an ego boost.
She swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, taking his shaft into her hand. Journee stroked him slowly; tongue focused on pleasuring the head. Precum leaked from the tip, and she swiped her tongue over it, the taste settling on her tastebuds. It always amazed her how good he tasted. Unlike what she’d become accustomed to in past relationships, his cum was far from salty.
Journee took him into her mouth, going down as far as she could and holding herself there. She swallowed around him as she breathed through her nose. The responding moan she received had her clenching her thighs. She pulled off slowly, swirled her tongue around the head, then took him back down.
Her rhythm was unhurried. She wanted to savor his taste, the weight of him on her tongue, and how he filled her mouth. She’d missed it and planned on enjoying every second of it.
After a few minutes of slow bobbing, Killian sat up and moved backward toward the headboard to sit against it, causing his dick to slip from her mouth.
“I want to see you,” he stated. “Watch those gorgeous lips wrap around my dick.”
Journee licked her lips before moving and taking him back into her mouth. She kept her eyes on his as she took him down until he reached resistance. She moaned around him, and Killian countered with one of his own. His eyes were dark with desire as he watched her. They were predatory, and it caused a shiver to run through her. She retook her languid rhythm, and his fingers tangled in her hair.
“That’s it, Tigress. Just like that,” he moaned, hips rising slightly. His other hand gripped her chin. “Take it all the way for me,” he requested as she came down. “I know you can.”
Journee relaxed her throat, breathed through her nose, and took him down. The corresponding moan she received had her doing the same around his dick.
“Fuck, baby.” His hand tightened in her hair. “Let me.”
The words fell as a command, a demand even, but Journee knew he was making a request, asking her permission, and she would grant it. She pulled off him, taking a deep breath before opening her mouth so he could take what he wanted, what he’d asked for.
Killian lifted his hips, entering her mouth. It didn’t take him long to choose a pace slightly slower than she’d initially chosen. He’d push in until her lips touched his hips, holding himself there for a few seconds before pulling her off. Each time she came off, Journee took a breath.
Saliva filled her mouth as he thrust and received pleasure from her. Her moans vibrated around his dick, and he allowed his to filter into the air. She swallowed around him every few thrusts and each time she did, she pulled a deep moan from him.
“So good to me, Tigress,” he stated as he rolled his hips, pushing down her throat. “Always so good to me,” he complimented, praised, and his words always affected her, turned her on more.
The sounds of his dick entering her wet mouth mixed with their moans as built-up saliva covered and slid down his dick.
When he pulled her up this time, he released her hair. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss that surprised her momentarily, but she quickly recovered. She followed his lead, her tongue submitting to his, bending to his will.
Journee straddled him, grabbed the base of his dick, and positioned it at her entrance. Killian’s hands went to her waist.
“Are you sure?” he questioned against her lips.
Journee knew he was asking because they hadn’t slept together without protection, but she wanted to feel all of him, wanted their bodies to come together without any obstruction, without anything between them.
“I want to feel you. Ineedto,” she responded against his lips. Those words carried more than just their meaning.
The look in his eyes shifted from predatory to soft, as if he understood what she was saying, and Journee was sure he did. “Then let me in,” he whispered.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her down his length, and Journee moaned against his lips. He soon smothered her moan by taking her lips in a kiss again. She clenched around him as he kissed her slowly, his arm around her waist tightening. His other hand came up, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.
“Do you remember our conversation about me needing to show you, needing to fuck you like it was the last time I’d ever be able to?”
“I remember,” Journee responded, and his words confirmed that he’d understood.
“Good,” he replied, lifting her before pulling her back down and thrusting up to meet her.
Journee threw her head back and moaned. She was ready for anything he planned to give her and knew it would be everything she wanted.
