Page 87 of Her Marine
She grabbed the front of his belt and pulled him closer, and Killian bit his lower lip. From how she looked up at him through her lashes, she knew she was playing with fire, but he would let her. He always let her, always allowed her to build it up to damn near an unstoppable blaze and then sate it with the wetness between her legs.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops before tossing it to the side. He watched her unbutton his pants before catching her lower lip between her teeth and slowly unzipping them. It was almost like he was her present, and she decided to undress him slowly.
“It’s your birthday, Tigress. Shouldn’t I be undressing you?” he teased.
“I’m going to let you, but you said it. It’s my birthday, which means I get to do what I want, and what I want is to undress you first.”
Killian ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Then please continue.”
And she did; she undressed him like it was her first time seeing him naked. Revealing more skin with each article she removed, and when he stood before her bared to her, Journee’s eyes raked over him, her hand soon following. She caressed his pecks before her fingertips ghosted over his abdomen. He leaned down and kissed her when she took his length in her hand.
“Are you going to tease me all night?” he asked against her lips.
Journee nipped his lower lip. “What if that’s how I want to spend tonight? Teasing you until I’m ready to let you cum.”
Killian raised a brow at her before smiling against her lips. “Until you let me cum?”
“Mhm. I want you to wait until I tell you that you can.”
Killian wasn’t opposed to this game she wanted to play. She typically asked him to cum when he’d worn her out, or she was oversensitive and didn’t think she could take anymore. The only difference tonight was that she wouldn’t beg him to, she’d tell him, and the thought of it had his half-hardened dick standing at full attention instantly.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he responded before pulling away.
Journee stroked him lightly from root to tip. “Good.” She dropped her hand. “Undress me.”
It was a breathy request. One Killian was sure was a command, but it came out as an aroused plea. Regardless of what she meant it to be, Killian would have as much fun undressing her as she’d had with him.
He ran his fingers lightly over her exposed stomach, feeling it dip at the soft touch. He had a decision to make, to remove her top or her skirt first. After a second of contemplation, he figured it didn’t matter because he’d get the same desired result.
He slipped his middle finger under the bottom of her top and lifted it to reveal the lilac strapless bra she wore. He grabbed the sides of the top and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the side. Killian ran a knuckle down the side of her neck and over her collarbone before shifting his fingers and running them down her chest.
His thumbs hooked into the side of her skirt, and slowly he pushed it down her hips, past her thighs, and it pooled to the floor. Her thong matched her bra, and Killian took a moment to take her in. Drank in the sight of lilac against soft hickory skin.
Killian hooked two of his fingers under the middle of her bra and pulled her closer, pulling a gasp from her. He moved his hands behind her, one going down to grip her ass, the other unhooked the strap. It caught between them as that hand joined the other, squeezed her ass, and he leaned down and nipped her earlobe, drawing a moan from her.
He trailed his tongue up the side of her neck and smacked her left ass cheek. The deep moan she graced him with was enough for him to do it again, wanting the same result, and he got it. Killian stepped back enough for the bra to drop to the floor, and he removed her thong.
When they stood in equal states, he laid her on the bed, leaned in, and took one of her nipples between his lips. His hand ghosted up her thigh as she arched slightly. Killian circled his tongue around her nipple, pulling a soft moan from her.
He removed his hand from her thigh and cupped her other breast. Killian ran his thumb over her nipple, the bud erect under his touch.
“Killian,” she moaned during another pass of his tongue over her nipple. In response, he bit it while rolling the other between his fingers, pulling another moan from her.
He switched his attention, taking her other nipple into his mouth. Her thighs shifted, trying to cause friction in the one place she wanted it most. Usually, he enjoyed teasing her, testing her patience, but tonight they were celebrating her. He’d give in to whatever she wanted when she wanted. The former wasn’t anything new.
Killian released her nipple. Moving down her body, he nipped her side before trailing his lips to her stomach and continuing his journey lower with more nips and kisses. Journee spread her legs for him, welcoming him to her sweetness. She was already wet for him, responsive to the touches he’d given her, but she always was.
The first slow swipe of his tongue up her slit pulled a gasp from her, but Killian wanted more. The second pass of his tongue added pressure to her clit, and he moaned at the taste on his tongue while she graced him with what he wanted. The enticing sound of her moan.
His tongue circled her clit before taking it between his lips. Journee lifted her hips on instinct, her fingers lacing in his hair. She wanted her first release, and she wanted it now.
Killian worked her clit the way he knew she liked. Alternating between swirling his tongue around it and sucking it. Licking the tip with his tongue, then sucking again, adding friction to the bottom of her clit with his teeth.
Journee’s grip on his hair tightened, and she moved against him. Her hips rolled, and her moans filled the bedroom.
“Fuck, Killian. Please. Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of it. He wanted her to cum, wanted her dripping wet for his second taste. He doubled down on his actions, giving her more, and Journee’s hips lost their rhythm, movements becoming erratic.
