His fingers traced the straps, then hooked under them, sliding them down my shoulders. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, unhooking the clasp with practiced ease.
The bra fell away, and I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, my face burning.
“Hey,” he said gently, easing my arms down. “Don’t hide. Let me see you. Let yourself be seen.”
I let my arms fall, shivering as the cool air hit my skin. My nipples tightened, and I felt exposed, vulnerable. But his gaze was appreciative, not judgmental.
He cupped one breast in his large hand, his thumb circling the peak, and I gasped at the spark of pleasure that shot through me.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, watching my face.
“Yes,” I whispered, arching into his touch despite myself.
“Good. That’s what I want—for you to feel good. No rules. No holding back.”
He kissed my neck, then lower, his mouth closing over my nipple. I moaned, my fingers threading into his hair. The sensation was electric—warm and wet, tugging at something deep inside me. He switched to the other side, his hand kneading the first, and I squirmed, the ache between my thighs growing insistent.
He straightened, his hands moving to my jeans. “Let’s get these off too.”
I lifted my hips as he tugged them down, along with my panties, leaving me completely bare. Naked in front of a man for the first time.
The judgmental voices screamed, but Kross’s expression silenced them. He looked at me like I was a gift.
“Lie back,” he said, guiding me onto the bed.
I did, my legs trembling as he knelt between them, his hands on my thighs, spreading them gently. “I’m going to taste you now. If it’s too much, say so.”
Taste me?
My thoughts barely had time to catch up before his head lowered and his tongue brushed against me. I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. It was shocking—intimate and forbidden—but it felt incredible. Warm pressure building in waves.
“Easy,” he murmured, his hands holding my hips steady. “Just relax. Let it feel good.”
He moved slowly, exploring, circling that sensitive place I’d only ever brushed accidentally in the shower. Pleasure built like a storm, coiling tighter. I whimpered, my hands fisting the sheets, the voices fading to a distant hum as sensation took over.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice vibrating against me. “You’re doing so good. Let go, Sydney. Come for me.”
His mouth focused, pressure increasing until finally, my first orgasm tore through me. My body arched off the bed, a broken sound slipping from my lips. Heat flooded my core, rippling outward, leaving me trembling and breathless.
I’d never felt anything like it.
Kross kissed his way up my body as the aftershocks faded, his mouth finding mine. I tasted myself on him, salty and unfamiliar, and instead of embarrassment, it made me bolder.
“That was…amazing,” I said, my voice unsteady.
“You were amazing,” he said with a grin. “See? Letting go feels pretty damn good.”
I bit my lip, glancing down at his still-clothed body. “I—I snuck and got on birth control a few months ago. When we first started talking. So, um…I’m safe.”
His expression softened. “Smart girl. Thank you for telling me.”
He stripped off his shirt, then his jeans and boxers. When he stepped free, hard and unashamed, my mouth went dry. He was bigger than I’d imagined, thick and veined, jutting straight toward me.
“Like what you see?” he asked, heat lacing his voice.
“Can I…touch you?” I asked, my voice small.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Touch me however you want.”
