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Killian swirled his tongue around her clit several times before flattening it, and Journee decided she would take the orgasm she wanted as she began rocking her hips as if she was riding him. Pressing her clit down on his long tongue. Her hips rotated in a circular motion as she rocked back and forth.
Journee’s hands went down to grip his hair as she threw her head back and allowed her moans to fill the bedroom. She was using his tongue for her pleasure, and while that was foreign to her, she far from disliked it. Journee was always the one giving in the bedroom. So, she’d take whatever he was willing to give her, and she got the distinct feeling he’d give her just about any damn thing she asked him for. She’d be willing to bet he’d torture her a bit before he did.
Journee felt her legs shake on either side of his head, and she bore down harder on his tongue. For a second, she was afraid that she might hurt him, suffocate him, and she was going to lift a bit, but his hands came to her waist, held her down, and continued to rock her at the pace she’d been going.
It was only a minute later that Journee was cumming again, with his name tumbling from her lips. All on his tongue, but she knew the feeling in her stomach and had to lift a bit as her cum leaked out of her but not quite squirting. Releasing in his mouth and on his face. It had been so long since something other than her fingers or a toy had made her cum like that.
Journee was about to apologize to him. Honestly, had she known she would cum that way, she would have gotten off of him sooner. She didn’t get the chance to as Killian rolled them over and latched onto her clit.
“Killian!” she jumped slightly, trying to push him away. Her clit was sensitive, and she needed a minute, but she shouldn’t have been surprised that he wasn’t giving her that.
Journee knew his goal was to overstimulate her. After all, he’d told her that he would put her to sleep, which was precisely what he did.
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The weekend had been filled with Killian spending time with Journee and tasting her as much as he wanted. He’d not only put her to sleep with his tongue Saturday night, but he’d woken her with it Sunday morning.
He’d devoured her for breakfast, and it’d taken him a minute to get himself under control. Killian was sure that with the way he’d had her feeling the night before and that morning, he could have slid between her thighs, and she wouldn’t have stopped him. However, if she wanted that, she would have to ask for his dick.
It was Wednesday afternoon, and Killian was seated on the couch in his hotel suite. He hadn’t seen Journee since they’d gotten back Sunday afternoon, at no fault of his own. Killian attempted to take her to lunch Monday afternoon and dinner Tuesday night, but Journee stated that she was working through lunch or was too tired.
Killian was going to fix that today. He was halfway through his visit, and while he also liked to give her a day or two in between without seeing him because he didn’t want to monopolize her time, he still tried to spend as much as he could with her because Killian didn’t know what would happen when he left.
Picking up his phone, he sent Journee a text message.
Killian:What time are you leaving the office today?
Killian placed his phone down and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator before returning to the living room as his phone went off. He picked it up, opening the text from Journee.
Journee:Around six. I have a planning appointment with a client at four-thirty, and I don’t know how long it’ll last.
Killian:Dinner tonight at seven-thirty?
Journee:Okay, just let me know where, and I’ll meet you there.
Killian stared at her message, confirming what he’d suspected when they’d been heading back from their weekend trip. She was distancing herself. It had only been a minor thought until she’d turned down both of his date proposals over the last two days.
It didn’t take a genius to know she wasn’t quite sure how to take what he’d made her feel. She was used to being in charge of everything; she had told him as much. Killian thought that she’d realized by now that letting go and allowing him to lead wouldn’t cause her harm and wasn’t meant to make her uncomfortable. He had no intention of either happening.
He also wasn’t fool enough to believe that she wasn’t pulling away because they’d been intimate. Yes, they’d done so before, but not to this extent. Before, it was simply what two teenagers would have done if they were fooling around with Killian touching her. What they’d shared over the weekend was something completely different.
He wasn’t usually one to toot his own horn, but he knew he took her to heights she’d never been to. He’d hazard to say that he’d sucked her soul from her body, only to let it settle back overnight before doing it again the following morning. Killian didn’t need her pulling away, and she should have known that unless she didn’t want to see him again, told him that, and meant it, he wasn’t going to allow her to.
Killian:I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty. Enjoy the rest of your day.
He wasn’t going to have a back-and-forth with her. So, he wanted to clarify that he wasn’t making a suggestion. He’d picked her up for every one of their dates after the initial one, and he wasn’t about to stop doing so now.
Placing his phone aside, Killian decided to flip through the channels until he found something to watch. He had about five hours until he had to pick up Journee. He’d let her decide where they went for dinner, but he had somewhere he planned on taking her the next time they went out.
Settling onScarface, Killian decided to watch it before doing more research on the training programs they would need to implement for the extended contracts Ace wanted to start doing.
Killian pulled up in front of Journee’s house a few minutes before seven-thirty. Turning off the vehicle, he got out and headed to the front door. He only had to wait a moment before the door was opened. Journee stood before him in a pair of dark jeans and a purple long-sleeve shirt; her feet were bare. She stepped aside to let him in, and Killian tipped her chin up, leaning down to kiss her before walking in.
“I could have met you there. You didn’t have to go out of your way to pick me up,” Journee told him as she closed the door. Killian watched as she began to walk down the hall.
“And let you continue to put distance between us for whatever reason? Nah, that’s okay,” Killian responded. He didn’t miss how her steps faltered before he walked into her living room and took a seat.
While he waited, Killian scrolled through his phone. When he heard Journee coming down the hall, it was almost seven forty-five. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself. She made him wait longer than she would have. Killian knew it was because he’d called her out, and she was doing one of two things. Trying to figure out how to tell him it wasn’t what she was doing when they both knew that she was or trying to figure out if she was being that easy to read.
