Laying her out on his bed, he kissed his way down her throat to her sternum paying homage to those glorious breasts for several heated minutes before he went lower. He listened as he went,focusing on the sounds of pleasure she was making. Her ragged breathing, her little moans of need as he drifted down her belly. Her legs parted for him and he took a moment just to look his fill and breathe in her scent. Beautiful. Utter perfection.
Her hips lifted off the mattress, reminding him of his purpose and Kong licked his lips. She gasped hard as his mouth found her swollen, needy flesh, and Kong settled in for a feast. She tasted incredible. He could do this for hours, days. As his tongue stroked her closer and closer to orgasm, his fingers gently explored her, preparing her for what was to come. First one finger and then another, as the sounds she was making urged him on.
“Kong!”
Yes. There it was. He could feel her tightening around his fingers as her hands gripped his head with surprising strength. He stayed with her through every pulse of her orgasm, his eyes latched onto her hungrily as she arched off the bed in an erotic display that nearly undid him.
Katherine’s fingers stroked his hair. “I want you inside of me.”
Kong groaned. He’d planned to make her come at least two more times this way but he couldn’t deny her, especially when she was offering him something he wanted so badly it hurt.
Moving over her, careful to keep his full weight off of her, he stroked her hair back from her face as Katherine reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss. Their mouths locked, tonguesdancing as he rounded his back until his hips settled between her sweet thighs. His erection nestled against her entrance. She was so wet he groaned into her mouth. Her hips rose, nudging at him in encouragement and he sank slowly into her, easing his way inch by excruciating inch until he was fully seated.
Kong broke the kiss with a gasp of pleasure. He screwed his eyes tightly closed and locked his molars. There was no way he was going to last. She was so hot and tight that if he moved right now it would be all over for him. Dropping his head, he gruffly panted, “Just need… a minute.”
No way would he come without her.
Katherine kneaded his shoulders like a happy cat and her hips wiggled beneath him. Biting out a low curse, Kong licked his thumb and wedged his hand between them to stroke that swollen bundle of nerves that, at this moment, was his best damn friend in the whole wide world.
Come on, friend, don’t fail me now…
Katherine’s breathing hitched, her mouth open in a silent moan as her eyes rolled closed. She licked her lips, panting as her body moved under him, working him. Kong retreated an inch and drove back in, rocking against her as her fingers dug into his skin. Pure pleasure was written on her face.
He felt her inner muscles tighten around him, heard the sweet sound of his name on her lips, repeated over and over again, and as he felt her orgasm rock through her, Kong permitted himselfto let go. One final thrust was all it took, and with a shout, he dove over the edge with her.
Chapter Nineteen
Katherine blinked to bringthings back into focus and wondered if she might have passed out there for a minute. That had been incredible. Mind-blowing. Definitely the best sex she’d ever had. She didn’t remember Kong moving off of her, but he was now flat on his back and she was draped over him like a blanket.
She let out a littlemmof contentment and snuggled against him. In response, his arms tightened around her, holding her close. Her toes curled. This was nice. Her limbs felt all loose and every muscle in her body was relaxed.
Not raising her head – she was far too comfortable for that – she took a moment to take in what she could see of Kong’s bedroom now that her brain was capable of focusing on something other than him. He had a king-sized bed – appropriate – but therewasn’t much else to look at. Except… She squinted a bit to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. Nope. On his nightstand, next to an alarm clock, was a box with either a glass front or clear plastic. It was something you’d display a trophy in or a prized collectible, but inside was a ragged-looking pink high-heeled shoe. The back of the shoe was crushed, pleated like an accordion, and there was a clump of sad, yellowed dead grass stuck to the skewed spike heel that had almost completely broken away from the base of the shoe. The pale pink color of the poor thing was scuffed and marked with grass stains and both sides of the abused footwear near the toe were blown out at the sole.
Why on Earth would he have something like that? Knowing Kong, there had to be a reason.
Popping her head up, she asked, “What’s the story with the shoe?”
Kong started laughing and it felt like an earthquake beneath her. With a grin, Katherine held on tight while his whole body shook with mirth.
Finally settling, his fingertips drifted up and down her spine in a delicious caress that felt so good she almost lost her train of thought.
“Lark gave me that.” He turned his head to look at the little display with a fond smile. “It’s to commemorate the time I showed her how to strut her stuff in heels.”
Katherine blinked in surprise and then nearly choked on her laughter. “Oh, my God!” Kong had actually worn that shoe? She glanced down at his big feet. No wonder the thing had blown out. “You have to tell me the story behind that.”
Kong grinned at her. “When we were first released, we had all these choices. Food, hairstyles, clothing styles…” His eyes hazed for a moment as if he was reliving the memory before he shook it off. “Lark wanted to wear heels but she was having trouble walking in them.” He laughed, setting the bed to shake again. “She was all wobbly like a newborn fawn taking her first steps. It was hilarious but she got pissy at me when I laughed and threw the shoes at me.” He mimicked a high-pitched voice with a rather snotty tone when he added, “Let’s see if you can do any better.” His smile turned smug. “So I did.”
He shot her a serious look as if what he was about to impart was of utmost importance. “It’s all in the butt.” He made a fist and said, aggressively, “You gotta clench those cheeks.”
Katherine was laughing so hard she was crying.
“I even did a little dance,” Kong informed her.
Katherine swiped at the tears streaming from her eyes. “I wish I could have seen that.”
“Half the base saw it. I thought General Davies’ eyeballs were going to pop straight out of his head.”
With one final chuckle, Katherine laid her head back down on Kong’s chest. Her eyes snagged on the tattoos inked into his skin. There was a tribal design that came over one of his shoulders. She knew from the night at the pool that it led to a large piece on his back – a gorilla in the jungle – that at some point she’d like to examine more closely. But for right now, she was curious about the smaller tattoo on the inside of his forearm. It was an ornate-looking pocket watch decorated with fancy scrollwork. Roman numerals circled the face and the gears and mechanisms were on display, but there were no hands to tell the time.
