Page 46 of Her Marine
He’d already told her she didn’t have any patience, and she would agree that she didn’t at the moment. Journee wasn’t sure how he had any in the situation now that they were both getting what they wanted, what they’d wanted for some time.
Journee arched off the bed, her hands gripping Killian’s biceps as he bottomed out, and she felt full. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this full, or if she ever had, for that matter. Journee’s walls involuntarily tightened around him, and she moaned out.
Her hands went up to his neck, and Journee pulled him down, seeking out his lips. As Killian held still, Journee allowed him to lead her in a slow kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. With the way he’d pleasured her, Journee knew she’d coated his tongue in her release, with her cum.
Again, she felt her walls convulse involuntarily, getting used to his size. Killian was not only well-endowed length-wise, but his girth was also impressive. He stretched Journee deliciously.
“Are you okay, Tigress?” Killian questioned against her lips, pulling away from the kiss slightly.
“Yes,” she nipped at his lower lip. “I feel…”
Journee trailed off; she didn’t know how to put it in words. The feeling she’d felt the last time she’d cum, how she felt now with him filling her, connected to her.
“Tell me, baby.” Killian’s deep voice coursed through her. “Tell me how you feel.”
He pulled out slightly, pushing his hips slowly forward. Journee gasped against his lips, arching into him as she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I feel adrift,” Journee told him. “But in the best way. My body is buzzing with pleasure.”
Again, Killian pulled out slightly before rotating his hips and pushing in, pulling another gasp from Journee. He wasn’t even fucking her yet, and Journee was in bliss, but she wanted more. Needed more.
It was as if Killian could read her thoughts, knew what she wanted because he pulled almost entirely out before pushing back in slowly.
“Killian,” Journee breathed. His name filtered from her lips into the air. Whispered almost like a prayer.
Killian held himself there for a second before retreating from her body, and Journee felt her walls flex around him as he did so. When only the head was left inside of her, Killian pushed back in as slowly as he’d done the first time, and Journee arched into him, and her moan filled the room.
Journee threw her head back as he began to fuck her slowly. Each thrust measured, touching deep inside of her. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as continuous moans filtered from her lips like music.
Her pussy held him snug, and Journee would have sworn she could feel every vein, every beautiful line of his dick. Though she knew that wasn’t possible. Each of his thrusts allowed her to discern all of him, and Journee reveled in it. It wasn’t that this was the first time she’d been able to feel her partner. It was that it was the first time she could just feel it, the first time she could enjoy it and not have to focus on her partner’s pleasure over her own.
“Look at me, baby,” Killian demanded, and Journee’s head came down; her eyes opened, and she stared into intense eyes.
Those eyes held her captive as he slowly fucked her, giving no indication that he planned on speeding up anytime soon. Journee stared into his eyes as he slowly rolled his hips on each inward thrust, pulling continuous moans from her.
She felt her walls tighten around him, her orgasm building inside of her. It was a slow build, a slow burn that started in the pit of her stomach. It pulled in, concentrated there, and coiled tight. And then, it was blooming, blossoming into sensual heat throughout her body.
Her eyelids fluttered, but Journee kept them open, kept them trained on Killian’s as she moaned out her release. It flooded from her, and Journee knew her bed would be soaked by the time the night was over.
“That’s it, Tigress. Cum for me,” Killian spoke against her lips. “Let me feel it.”
He continued to stroke in and out of her slowly through her orgasm, and lilted gasps left her. Journee pulled him down, connecting their lips as Killian gradually ceased his thrusts seated deep inside of her.
Journee felt her walls convulsing around him, and she kissed him languidly as she came down from her release. As they kissed, Killian repositioned them. He now sat on the bed, legs crossed under Journee as she sat in his lap, never breaking their connection.
He lifted her slightly by the waist before pulling her back down and rocking her forward. Journee gasped into the kiss, still sensitive. However, the sensitivity heightened what she felt. The sensation doubled.
Slowly, she lifted, rotating her hips as she went back down and gyrated her hips forward. They moaned into each other’s mouths. One of Killian’s hands went to her lower back, pulling her in closer, her breasts to his chest.
This was a slow ride, and Journee was sure even if she attempted to speed up, Killian wouldn’t have it. While she rode him, he gripped her hip, the other hand on her back. Journee wasn’t sure if he was following her movements or leading them. Either way, she basked in their slow gyration.
They continued to kiss, a slight nip here and there for several minutes until Journee broke it. Throwing her head back on a particular deep upward thrust as she came down. She knew it was physically impossible for his dick to touch her stomach but damn if that wasn’t what it felt like.
Killian was so deep that she swore he was touching places she’d never been touched. Pleasing, caressing, stimulating areas that had never been ventured near.
His hand slipped down to her ass, and he caressed it, massaging it deeply as he thrust up to meet her. Journee moaned as she rode him slowly, body rocking and gyrating in circles.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Killian told her before nipping her chin. “Take what you want.” His hand on her waist went to the back of her neck, and he pulled her head up, placing his lips next to her ear. “You can have it. All of it.” He smacked her ass before gripping it. “So take it,” he demanded on a deep upward thrust.
