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Three more thrusts had her toppling over the edge as she gripped the comforter, back arching, and his name cascading past her lips. He held himself still as her body shuddered through the orgasm and leaned over to speak against her lips.
“Such a good girl, Tigress. Cumming so prettily for me,” he praised, sending another shudder through her. He kissed her. “Will you cum again for me?” After another kiss, Killian rephrased his question to fit the type of night she wanted. “Will you let me make you cum again?”
“Yes,” Journee answered against his lips.
He pulled out long enough to flip her onto her stomach and pull her ass into the air. Killian pushed back in, hands gripping her ass. He’d make her cum as many times as she allowed him to.
Killian knew that he’d been deep inside Journee for at least an hour and a half but had lost track of how many times he’d made her cum, how many positions he’d had her in, but they were currently back in missionary. His arms under her, his hands gripping her shoulders as he thrust into her. She was sensitive. It was apparent, but she hadn’t asked him to stop or slow down. She’d only asked for more, demanded that he give her more.
He removed his arms from under her, sitting up as he felt the tell-tale signs of his approaching orgasm. He grabbed the base of his dick, preparing to pull out to stave it off as he had the previous two times, only for Journee to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him back in. Her hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him down. She kissed him, then nipped his lip.
“You can cum,” she breathed against them.
Her words were the key in the lock. Her permission caused him to cum damn near violently, stronger than any release he could ever remember having. Killian’s head dropped to her shoulder, and he buried his face in her neck as he moaned her name.
Journee’s walls tightened, and she shuddered as she ran her hand through his hair. Killian kissed her neck, laying there for a moment.
When he sat up, he pulled out slowly and went into the ensuite. He removed the condom, tied it off, and threw it away. He cleaned himself up before grabbing another towel, wetting it, and returning to the bedroom.
After cleaning Journee up, he grabbed some water from the kitchen and returned to the bedroom. Killian turned off the overhead light and slipped into the bed beside her, giving her the bottle.
“How do you feel?” he asked, leaning against the headboard.
“Fantastic. Best birthday ever,” she responded with a sly smile, and he chuckled. “Are you okay?” she inquired. “I know holding off wasn’t easy.”
“I’m good, baby, but do you want to tell me what brought that on?”
Journee shrugged. “It’s something I wanted to try for a while, and I thought with it being my birthday, you’d let me.”
Killian got the distinct feeling that when she said a while, she wasn’t talking about since they’d been dating. If he had to guess, she’d thought about it long before they met. From what he knew, he could understand why she hadn’t tried it with her past partners. He was glad she knew that even though he wanted to be responsible for her pleasure, he was willing to try things she wanted.
“We can do it again whenever you want.”
She gave him that weapon of a smile, and Killian couldn’t help but lean down and give her a soft kiss. When they pulled apart, she took another drink of water before passing him the bottle. He sat it on the bedside table, and they slid down in bed as he turned the lamp off.
Journee laid her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. He’d give her birthday present to her when they woke up.
24
Journee went down the hall to the front door as another knock came. She looked through the peephole to find Aariah standing on the other side. She opened the door, stepping aside as she invited her sister in.
“Hey,” Aariah greeted, carrying her gifts she’d left in her trunk the night before. She placed them by the entry table. “Where’s Killian?”
“He, Axel, Slate, and I think Ace decided to go work out together,” Journee responded, leading her sister into the kitchen, where she had been about to make some lemonade before she knocked.
“You mean to tell me he has enough energy left to work out after I’m sure he blew your back out last night.”
Journee laughed because Aariah wasn’t wrong. Killian had given her some phenomenal birthday sex. She also knew that initially, he was supposed to meet with Slate and Ace about the new training they would implement when they expanded. She figured they decided to discuss as they worked out.
He’d asked her if she was okay with him going out for a couple of hours because he was there to celebrate her birthday, but Journee didn’t mind, and he’d already told her that he had something planned for the evening for them. So, she was okay with him taking care of work for a bit. She would have been even if he didn’t have anything planned. Journee was fine, just spending time with him, especially since he’d been thoughtful enough to surprise her. However, it made her again regret missing his birthday.
As Journee cut her lemons up, Aariah sat at the island across from her. Her little sister reached into her fruit bowl, moving some of the fruit as she searched.
“I don’t have any apricots,” Journee informed her.
Aariah pulled her hand from the bowl, pouting slightly. “Well, at least tell me you have some strawberry puree to put in my lemonade.”
“That I do have,” Journee responded, going to the cabinet to grab her glass pitcher. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”
