3. Don’t Let Me Down #3
Their faces were close now, too close. The faint scent of the liquor on his breath along with his masculine cologne mesmerized her.
Neither of them moved. Kong did something he hadn’t done with anyone in years.
He let himself want Ayla. Not just physically.
His hunger for her went beyond that. Cupping her face gently, he gave her every chance to pull away, but she didn’t.
The first kiss was hesitant. A slight brush of his mouth over hers, then it turned deeper.
The way their tongues swiped together wasn’t rushed or desperate.
It was two people standing on the edge of something for too long.
When he nudged her back and searched her eyes, he could feel himself being swept away by her gaze.
A surge of electricity shot through Ayla’s veins, and when his fingertips brushed against her arms, every part of her shuddered.
He wanted her in a way he never wanted anybody, with a desperation that put a twinge of fear in his already cracked heart.
He knew this was wrong, but with need pumping and emotion flooding his heart, that didn’t matter.
Ayla was perfect, and everything in this moment held him captive to her simple yet alluring charm.
Sliding his hand down her waist, he pulled her into him, kneeling so he could scoop her off her feet and into his arms. Crushing his mouth against hers, this time it was more intentional. Boundaries be damned. Tonight it wasn’t his concern.
“Mmm,” she moaned against his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth and holding his face in her soft hands.
Kong’s third leg stretched to its full potential, and his footsteps led right to Ayla’s bedroom door.
Entering her simply decorated room that smelled like her favorite cashmere body mist, he kicked the door shut and reached behind him to lock it.
He carried her to her bed, gently placed her on her back, and rested between her supple thighs.
His hands roamed her frame, skin like silk, only enticing him more when he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
The intimacy was quiet, tender, almost reverent.
He knew this was her first time, so he wanted to slow it down and allow her to set the pace.
“It’s okay. I want this,” Ayla panted, reaching for his pants to unbuckle them.
This wasn’t how she imagined her first time. For so long, she’d overanalyzed, thinking it had to be perfect, when really it had to be the perfect person. Kong was everything she never saw herself with, but now that he was in her life, she wanted him to remain a part of it.
Sitting up, he eased out of his pants and pulled his shirt over his head before positioning himself back between her legs.
His warm, strong hands moved across her body, lifting her wife beater over her head so he could kiss along her flat stomach.
Lowering himself to her sensitive bud, he paused to inhale her sensual, womanly scent, eyes closing in bliss while pushing down her little ass shorts she threw on.
Ayla kept a trim below, but she refused to go completely bald like a child. Kong could appreciate it. Her wax design was in a visible V. Lifting her thighs, he latched onto her warm, already leaking center.
“Mmm.” Ayla’s head collapsed against her mattress.
Air fled her lungs when Kong’s tongue swept over her center and swirled in the middle.
He flicked and sucked her slowly, driving her toward ecstasy as warmth bloomed in her chest. The messier he made her down there, the more intensity spread through the room.
Kong’s tongue flattened against her swollen lips, and he thumbed her pearl while circling her clit until her orgasm ripped through her like a roaring wave.
She bit down so hard on her bottom lip that she tasted blood.
Kong cleaned her up below and trailed kisses back up her body. Grabbing her wrists, he lifted them above her head and pinned her there. His hard dick tapped at her already electrified mound.
“You made a mess down there, baby.” Kong chuckled lowly as Ayla tried to come back down to earth.
He’d weakened her within minutes, and she didn’t know how she would recover.
Kong fused his mouth to hers, and she tasted herself.
With the tip of his dick, he toyed with her entrance first. He knew he couldn’t just slide in her like he would any other woman.
Ayla was giving him a piece of herself that she’d never served to anyone else.
It was both an honor and a pleasure for him to break the seal. Lifting the wife beater over her head, he admired her pebbled nipples, demanding to be sucked on. Cupping one of them in the palm of his hand, he circled the nipple with his tongue before suckling it into his mouth.
“Kong,” Ayla whispered, back arching and legs spreading wider.
He toyed with her pebble between his teeth before using his tongue again and simultaneously parting her walls with his girth.
Ayla screamed, pain ripping through her loins like someone had pinched a never-ending nerve.
Kong massaged her breasts in his large hand, squeezing and sucking on both in rotation while easing himself into her tight middle.
When he touched the bottom, she whimpered and clung to his arms. It hurt, but there was the faintest hint of pleasure that came with it.
Kong’s lips found hers. Sensual kisses took over, and he plowed into her gently.
“Uhnnn.” Ayla whined, something foreign creeping into her chest and stomach.
She’d experienced climaxing before, but this was different. This was a man rocking her body into the unknown.
“That shit biting, Ayla,” Kong grunted, pushing into her and allowing her walls to throb around his manhood.
This wasn’t just fucking. Branding her neck with his lips, he breathed fire across her skin.
He didn’t know where she ended and where he began as he sank into her with one strong thrust. Ayla’s walls clamped around his dick, and the way she purred caused her entire body to tense.
He watched her pretty little face contort into pleasure, and it was the sexiest shit he’d ever seen.
Her fingers dug into the flesh of his back, and he breathed harder, slower, as his peak neared.
Ayla’s nails clawed into the taut muscles encasing his shoulder blades.
“I want you to cum for me again,” he encouraged, his warm breath in her ear as his hands journeyed from her hips to her waist before cupping one of her breasts.
He drove into her until the room was spinning. The taste of her in his mouth nourished him in a way that defied description.
“Kong… I ca-can’t. It’s too much.” She took a deep breath, her heart ready to beat right out of her chest.
The world around them had disappeared. It was the two of them on this plane together. A wild emotion washed over Kong, drowning him as he sank deeper inside her. Watching her lips part and the way her eyes shifted back left his nut tickling the tip of his dick.
“Nah, take that shit, Ayla. You a big girl.” He met her with one last thrust before losing his willpower. “Fuck!” A low growl trickled from his lips.
Head swirling, spine tingling with satisfaction, his nut spilled inside her.
His eyes glittered when they locked with hers in the dimly lit room.
Kong’s gaze was so deep and intense that Ayla’s whole frame shuddered when he adorned her with one more gentle kiss before slipping out of her wet folds.
Reality set in right before the guilt, and he rolled from on top of her to his side.
It wasn’t her. It was all him. He knew this wouldn’t become anything, but for one moment, he allowed himself to believe he deserved something good.
Ayla was all that and more. He couldn’t destroy her the way he’d done Twyla.
It might not have been out of intention, but Kong always felt like he was the reason behind what happened to his wife.
Some wicked dose of karma reserved for him.
“How are you feeling?” Kong asked, one arm draped over her stomach as he leaned in and gently pecked her temple.
Ayla caught her breath, eyes on the ceiling as her body recovered from the pain and bliss she’d experienced. Slowly, she turned her head toward him, eyes glossed over as a lazy smile crept over her pouty mouth. Kong sat up on his side, propping his head in his hand.
“A little sore, but in a good way. If that makes sense.” She simpered cutely and searched his eyes.
Kong reached for her sheets and covered them.
He thumbed her lips and traced his fingers down the center of her chest, past her breasts before palming one and giving it a squeeze.
He flicked his thumb over her nipple and leaned in for another kiss.
She tasted sweet all over, and he wanted to indulge in that for as long as he could.
For hours, he took her to new heights, and Ayla enjoyed every second of heaven on earth until her eyes were so heavy she found herself dozing off in his big, tattooed arms.
While spooning her, Kong listened to her breathe, peaceful for the first time he could remember in a long time. He lay awake, realizing he’d crossed the one line he swore not to. Now, walking away would hurt them both, but staying might bring danger to her.