Page 21 of Her Marine
“If I have you this wet from just being with you, touching you.” Killian slid another finger into her and curled them, causing her to moan louder than before. “Just imagine how wet you’ll be when I’m fucking you into the mattress, over the nearest counter, against the nearest wall.”
“Killian,” she moaned.
“How wet you’ll be when I have you bouncing on my dick.” He took her earlobe between his teeth briefly. “While I have you face down, ass up, taking every inch of me.”
Journee’s breathing hitched as she began to move against his fingers. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close to cumming. He enjoyed how sensitive she was and had learned that she responded perfectly to him. Knew that his words tended to set her off.
“I can only imagine how drenched my dick will be when I have you cumming for me. Have you raining down all over me.”
“Killian, I...fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“Cum for me, Tigress.” Killian lowered his head and bit her neck right as she came. The pain mixing with the pleasure made Journee let out a loud gasp, and Killian smirked into her neck, knowing that a few people in the theater heard her, but it could be chalked up to her reacting to the movie.
Instead of pulling his fingers from her, he allowed her to come down from her orgasm before using his thumb to circle her clit.
“Killian,” Journee spoke in a gasp, and damn did he love the way his name sounded coming from her in the heat of pleasure.
“We’ve got at least an hour left of this movie,” Killian spoke as he began to finger her again slowly. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before it’s over.”
When she didn’t protest and spread her legs wider for him, Killian took that as his cue, and he had plans to make her cum several times before the movie ended.
It was after midnight when Killian pulled up to her house. He removed his hand from her thigh, putting the car in park, and looked over to Journee, who was looking out of the window. He placed his finger under her chin, turning her to look at him.
“What are you doing tomorrow evening?” Killian questioned.
“I have plans with my sisters,” she told him, pulling her chin from his finger.
Killian lifted a brow at her. The tone of her voice, while not much different than it usually was, let him know something was wrong.
“Thank you for tonight,” she told him, opening the door.
Killian opened his door, getting out after her. A part of him wondered if she regretted him making her cum over and over during the movie, but he figured if that had been the case, she wouldn’t have gone out with him the past couple of times, considering he’d touched her during their first date. So, it had to be something else.
He followed her up to the front door, wrapping his arm around her waist when she went to open the door.
“Talk to me, Tigress.”
“About what?”
“This shift in your attitude,” he told her. “And before you tell me it’s nothing, you should know better than that.”
Journee leaned her head back against his chest, and Killian waited. He wouldn’t rush her to tell him, but she wasn’t leaving him until she did.
“We’ve been out several times and…” She trailed off, and Killian waited. “You’ve touched me, but you haven’t…” She trailed off again, taking a breath, but Killian didn’t need her to finish. He knew where she was going with it.
Turning her in his arms, he tipped her chin up. Leaning down his lips a few millimeters from hers, but before he could close the gap, Journee pulled away, and Killian wasn’t usually thrown off, but this surprised him a bit. It had been what she was attempting to say.
“Don’t,” Journee told him. “I don’t need you doing anything because you think I want you to. I get it if that’s too intimate for what you want from me, but—”
Killian cut her off, gripping her chin and slanting his lips over hers. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her slowly, dominating the kiss. He tasted every inch of her, and he was sure she was also tasting herself. If for no other reason than he’d licked every ounce of her cum from his fingers.
When he was sure she was breathless and needed to breathe, he pulled away, running his thumb over her bottom lip.
“First, you should know that I don’t do anything I don’t want to. Second, lunch yesterday should have been very clear about what I wanted from you. I told you I don’t date for sport. Third, I hadn’t kissed you for two reasons. One, because I was allowing you to make that move first. Two, kissing you makes youmine.”
“You said I was your woman yesterday; how is that different?” Journee asked with a raised brow.
“I could tell you, but I prefer actions; they speak louder than words.” Killian leaned down again, lips an inch from Journee’s. “You need to decide if you want to see those actions.”
