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Ziggy:I know you got my message. I can see that you read it.
Killian:Go to sleep, Zig.
Ziggy:You do realize I’m not a kid, right?
At that, Killian rolled his eyes because she was, at least to him. The age gap between them helped in that aspect.
Killian:It’s late, Zig, and I’m tired. I saw it. I’ll think about it.
Ziggy:Alright. Get some sleep. You know old people need an abundance of it. Love you.
Killian stared at the phone for a minute, knowing she did not just call him old. He sometimes wondered if it was too late to ask his mother to return Ziggy and get a refund.
Killian:Just because you’re a fetus doesn’t make me old. Love you.
Placing his phone on the bedside table, Killian grabbed a pair of boxers from his suitcase. He removed his clothes until he was left in nothing but his boxers. He was picking his toiletry bag up when the bathroom door opened, and Journee stepped out in her towel.
Killian was starting to think that she was doing it on purpose. That is, arousing him and testing his patience and willpower. He had to remind himself that she’d said he would have to work for it, and he couldn’t help but wonder if testing his restraint was part of it.
Journee went to her suitcase, bending over it, and Killian decided it would be best for both of them if he went and took his shower at that moment.
He started the shower, didn’t have to wait long for the water to heat up, and he stripped out of his boxers, grabbed his bath products, and stepped inside. The smell of Journee’s bath wash lingered in the air. It was different from the one she’d used the night before.
When Killian finished his shower, he dried himself before pulling on the fresh pair of boxers he’d brought in. He knew well enough that if he walked out in his towel, neither of them would sleep that night.
Killian walked back into the bedroom to find Journee scrolling through her phone. She was dressed the same way she’d been the night before in a tank top and shorts. Going over to the light switches, Killian used the one, he’d discovered that morning, controlled the bedside lamps, turning them on and turning the overhead light off.
Going to the end of the bed, he placed his knee on it as he grabbed Journee’s ankle and pulled her down. She let out a surprised little squeal, which Killian found cute before her eyes came up to his. He placed his hands on the side of her shorts, and he could see she was about to question him.
“Refer back to what I said last night,” he told her.
When he pulled her shorts off to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties, Killian chuckled because it seemed she hadn’t forgotten. He threw her shorts to the side, and before she could say anything, he spread her legs.
He licked his lips. “Such a pretty pussy, Tigress.” He listened as Journee moaned softly at his words.
Leaning in, he licked up her slit slowly, pulling a gasp from her. Killian repeated his action several times, getting the same response each time. However, he wanted more. He wanted to have her squirm from his tongue, moaning his name. Latching on to her clit, he began to suck it as his hand snaked under her shirt to her left breast and began to massage it.
Killian bit down gently on her clit, and Journee jumped, gasping out. He continued to suck it, the tip of his tongue flicking against it each time.
“Killian,” Journee moaned, and she began to move against him. He brought his free hand up to still her as the thumb of his other hand brushed over her nipple.
Killian was aware of what she was doing, building her orgasm, chasing it. However, he wasn’t about to let her cum yet. He’d told her he would put her to sleep, and he meant exactly that. Killian planned on having her cum all over his tongue several times before allowing her to do so.
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Journee bit her bottom lip as she ran her hand through Killian’s black tresses. She’d fully believed him the night before when he’d told her that he would put her to sleep. So much so that she’d almost foregone putting anything on when she’d gotten out of the shower. She decided against it, wanting him to undress her. Though, she had bypassed the panties.
He was sucking her clit, and Journee knew it was with deliberate actions. Each time he’d suck it, she could feel the tip of his tongue push against it. He was giving her two different forms of stimulation at once, and Journee would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying it.
She’d attempted to move with him, against him, several times. Each time he’d place his hand on her abdomen or grab her hips to still her. He didn’t want her moving. He’d made it clear.
Journee felt she was going through the sweetest torture because of it. Killian was taking his time. He was in no hurry to make her cum, to be finished with what he was doing. He was sampling her as if she was the finest wine ever produced.
Killian released her clit from his lips. He began to circle his tongue around it with barely there touches, and the slight contact had Journee aching for more, wanting,needingmore. She wanted to feel his tongue firmly on her clit, wanted to move against him, but she knew what the outcome would be.
Journee tightened her hand in his hair, pulling him forward, attempting to make him give her more pressure. She hadn’t thought he would comply, but he did. Instead of licking her clit as she’d wanted him to, he ran his tongue first up and then down the length of her slit, and Journee threw her head back, releasing a moan.
She’d expected him to do it again or start teasing her again. He didn’t. Killian slid his tongue into her pussy, and just as he had when he’d been sucking her clit, he drank her in slowly. His tongue made slow circles inside of her. First clockwise, then counterclockwise.
