Page 35 of Her Marine
Journee allowed her free hand to venture down and brush against her clit. She didn’t do it more than once before one of his hands came up and gripped her wrist. Killian pulled his tongue from her pussy, his gray eyes locked with hers.
“Are you trying to put yourself to sleep, Tigress?” he questioned.
“What? No,” she responded.
“Then keep your hands off my pussy,” he commanded. Journee’s stomach tightened, and heat surged from her stomach to her pussy, and she wouldn’t be surprised if it flowed down her thighs.
The fact that he was claiming her pussy as his, telling her that it belonged to him, had Journee wanting to hear it again. She’d never known that hearing such possessiveness over something that biologically belonged to her and she was letting him partake in would turn her on so much. It was probably because she’d never heard it.
Journee was typically the aggressor in the bedroom. The one who wanted to try something new. Though her partners had not always been too keen. Looking at her now, no one would have ever known with the way Killian had her submitting under him, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
Journee watched him slide his tongue back into her before throwing her head back again. This time he moved it up and down in no certain rhythm or time. He was stimulating her slowly, fanning the embers of her desire, and stoking the fires of her want. He was manipulating her body with a single appendage, and he was barely fucking using it.
She found herself letting out a whine. “Killian, please.”
Journee didn’t bother to tell him what she wanted; she knew she didn’t need to elaborate or speak it because he would know. She’d learned over the last several weeks and the course of dating him that he always knew somehow.
Killian didn’t respond to her plea, did nothing but change the rotation of his tongue, not the speed or the pressure. Not the things that Journee wanted, and she felt she was enduring the best of cruelest tortures.
Journee attempted to move her hips again. This time, she shifted slightly once and feigned it as a simple gesture, but she should have known better, should have known that he wouldn’t fall for it, and know precisely what she was trying to do.
Killian brought his hand up and gripped her hip. It was tight but not bruising, and she got his message loud and clear.Stop moving.Deciding that she would try another approach, Journee slid her hand back between her legs and rubbed her clit.
She was well aware of the fact that he’d instructed her not to, but Journee was hardheaded, and she wanted a release oh so bad. She craved the release he was keeping from her while also stimulating her just the right amount to keep her worked up.
Killian’s other hand again grabbed her wrist before he intertwined his fingers with hers. Pulling his tongue from her pussy, he moved up and bit her clit. Journee gasped out and found herself jumping slightly.
When Killian released her clit, he leaned over her, and Journee stared into those intense eyes. He removed the hand on her hip and slipped it between them, sliding his middle finger into her pussy.
Journee leaned up and nipped at his chin, and when she did, Killian curled his finger inside her and pulled a moan past her lips before he leaned down and swallowed it with his own. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and Journee could taste herself on it, on his lips. She circled her tongue around his before sucking on it.
Killian slid another finger into her as he fucked her with them. His motions were purposeful, barely touching that bundle of nerves inside of her.
“Killian,” she moaned against his lips.
“Vse, chto vam nuzno sdelat’, eto sprosit,” he responded in that deep baritone. The guttural language caused her pussy to clench, and she didn’t even know what he was saying. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Please, baby. Let me cum.”
Journee wasn’t prepared for how quickly he would throw her into her orgasm. He slipped a third finger inside her, curled it with the other two, and added pressure to that bundle of nerves. His thumb circled her clit, and Journee threw her head back and came. Her release soaked Killian’s fingers and leaked down onto the bed.
“Fuck, Killian!”
Killian ran his tongue along Journee’s lower lip. “It’s always such a pretty sight when you cum for me.”
As he pulled his fingers from her pussy, Journee found herself arching off the bed a bit. He brought them up, slipping them into her mouth while he slid back down her body and pulled her clit into his. Journee moaned around his fingers as she licked and sucked them clean.
This time, when she began to move against him, he didn’t stop her, and Journee took that to mean that he was finished teasing her, done with building her up slowly. She was wrong.
After a few minutes, Killian had removed his fingers from her mouth, and he released her clit, blowing on it lightly. Journee damn near thought she was cumming again with how her body quivered and her stomach dipped.
When he flicked her clit with a barely-there touch, Journee sat up on her elbows. He’d told her if she wanted to cum, she just needed to ask. She was about to see if that was true in all aspects. She slid away from him slightly, and he looked up at her lifting an eyebrow before his hands went to her waist, and she knew that he was intent on pulling her back down. She grabbed one of his hands, intertwining their fingers, pulling him slightly. Killian sat up, and Journee licked her lower lip.
“I recall telling you I wanted to sit on your face.”
Killian smirked at her and pulled his hand from hers. Journee watched him lay down. “Then come here, baby.”
She took a moment to look him over before moving. This man was a work of art. A sculpted piece that she wouldn’t mind looking at every day. However, she hadn’t been moving fast enough for him because he placed his hands on her waist and hauled her over his body. Journee didn’t even bother to look down before lowering herself onto the tongue she knew awaited her.
