Page 88 of Her Marine
“Yes. Right there, baby. Just like that,” she moaned, and Killian looked up, wanting to see the look of pleasure on her face when she released, only to find her watching him.
He held eye contact and watched her as she watched him bring her to the brink. Killian learned it was something she enjoyed after their initial sexual encounter. After he’d made her look him in the eyes as they indulged in sensual pleasure.
“I’m cumming!” she announced a few seconds later, and Killian watched her pupils dilate as her orgasm hit. Her hips jerked, and she tried to pull away from him.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he slipped his arms under her thighs and held her in place. He continued to suck her clit, holding her there. She tried to pull his head away, but he refused to move and sucked harder.
“Baby,” she pleaded, those deep eyes locked to his.
Killian released her clit, giving it a slow lick. Journee loosened the grip on his hair and ran her fingers through it. He kissed her clit before sinking lower, slipping his tongue into her pussy. He wanted to taste every bit of her release, to have it ingrained into his tastebuds. He was beyond addicted to it at this point.
The soft sigh she released as his tongue entered her spoke to the relief she felt in him releasing her clit, but her desire to still have his tongue on her. Killian flicked his tongue, enjoying the delicacy her body was offering him.
He worked his tongue in her, flicking, circling, drawing random shapes. His tongue touched every corner it could reach, and it didn’t feel like enough to Killian. He wanted more, needed more. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could, breathing slowly on her clit, and she shuddered. A soft mewling noise pushed past her lips.
He wanted her to cum at least one more time for him, from his mouth, his tongue, before he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. And he was going to make damn sure he got what he wanted. He slowly removed his tongue and licked up her slit.
“Cum for me again, Tigress,” he demanded.
A mischievous smile spread across her face, and she reached down and ran her index finger along his lower lip. “Ask me.”
Killian pulled her finger into his mouth and sucked it momentarily before releasing it. “Will you cum for me again, baby?”
She cupped his chin. “I will.” She bit her lip. “If you make me.”
He took her clit back into his mouth. He could definitely make her. Killian gave her what he knew she liked. He sucked on her clit, pressing his tongue to the tip of it each time while using his teeth to give her the friction she enjoyed.
It didn’t take long before she was moving against him, gyrating her hips to match him, get even more, chase her orgasm, and get what she wanted from him.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. I’m close,” Journee spoke with a moan.
Killian had no intention of stopping. He’d asked her to cum for him again and wanted her to release. Give him another taste of addiction on his tongue, and he didn’t have to wait long for it. Her movements became choppy, and as she came, his name on her lips, he released her clit and sank lower, licking up her juices.
As he continued to give her slow licks, Killian grabbed the box of condoms he had set aside and removed one. Opening it, he rolled it down his dick and gave Journee’s pussy one final lick before slipping between her legs. He ran his dick up and down her slit, pulling a hitched breath from her when he brushed over her clit.
Killian locked eyes with her before he slowly entered her. Their moans mingled in the room. When he was seated to the hilt, he leaned down and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and allowing her to taste the delicacy that was her cum from it.
He pulled out, rolled his hips, and pushed back in slowly, swallowing the moan that passed Journee’s lips. Killian chose his pace. His thrusts were as languid as their kiss, hips moving in sync with their lips. Journee squeezed around him on each entry. Their moans played off one another.
Their lips separated, and he sat on his knees, gripping her waist, and lifting her off the bed. His thrusts remained slow as he pulled her to meet each one, seated himself as deep as possible each time.
“Killian,” Journee moaned.
“Tell me what you want, Tigress.”
“More.”
He released one of her hips and brushed his thumb lightly over her clit. “How much more?” His next thrust was harder than his previous ones, and Journee arched, gracing him with a moan. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.” He pressed on her clit.
“Make me cum.” It wasn’t a request. His little tigress was demanding it. She removed his thumb from her clit and placed his hand back on her waist. “Like this,” she finished. She wanted to cum from his dick alone.
Killian pulled out, pushing back in with more force as he pulled her to meet his thrust. He increased his tempo and angled his hips to hit her sweet spot. He knew which spot to hit to have her barreling towards orgasm, and from the moans that slipped past her lips and the way she continuously tightened around him, he knew it wouldn’t be long before she honored him with her release.
“Please don’t stop.”
He had no intention of doing so. She’d asked him to make her cum, and he would fulfill her request.
Killian’s eyes zeroed in on her breast as they jolted with each thrust. His eyes shifted to her stomach, taking in the way it dipped and quivered as her legs began to shake. Journee’s walls gripped him, and his eyes snapped back up to hers, not wanting to miss the look they took on when her pleasure bloomed.
