The tips of his fingers slip under the waistband of my pants. “I think these are in the way,” he says with a teasing grin.
“Are they?”
“I could lick you through them.” He locks eyes with me as he says it. “But I’d like it better if I could taste you.”
Taste me.
Holy shit.
I’ve never thought about anyone tasting me. I’m suddenly self-conscious and at the same time even more wet than I was before.
“Is that a yes?” Kris’s voice is low. Husky. And entirely sexy. I can feel it on my skin.
“Yes.”
He peels the pants down my legs. There’s not enough oxygen in the room. Never enough. I’ve never been this exposed with anyone. Ever. Every inch further we go is the furthest that I’ve ever gone.
Once the pants are free of my legs, he tosses them aside, grabbing my ankles in the process. I wasn’t aware that ankles could feel sexy. But the way he kisses them and then continues to kiss his way up my legs changes my mind. He can make anything sexy if he wants to.
A kiss low on my stomach, just above my thong. The scrap of lace is barely there as it is. “Spread your legs for me,” Kris breathes into my skin.
I hesitate. Not because I don’t want it, but the nerves that climb up my spine make me pause. Do I want to do this? Now?
Yes.
The answer comes immediately. Yes, I fucking do.
Relaxing my legs, I spread them apart, and Kris does the rest. He pushes them wider with firm hands, pressing his lips to my thighs and moving upwards. Closer to the promised land. There are butterflies in my stomach and I don’t know what to do with my hands, but I still feel like every cell in my body is straining toward this man.
Just a brush of lips over lace is the first thing I feel. Holy shit. Even that is incredible.
Harder presses of closed lips, nearly sucking my clit in-between them. I want him to speed up. I want him to slow down. I don’t know what I want as long as it’s more.
The first kiss of his tongue makes me groan. Through the lace, harsh texture mixing with my need, and my hips arch toward his mouth.
“Mmm.” The sound is like sin. “You taste delicious.”
My whole body flushes in response. I didn’t know that a person could taste delicious.
“I thought that you wanted everything out of the way.”
I can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “I can never resist a little lace.” But he strips the thong off my legs and returns, repeating the process of lips and tongue until the touches are bold enough that he seals his mouth over my clit, and we moan together.
This feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Wet on wet, smooth as silk. Impossible pleasure gathers under my skin and spreads, all driven by his tongue. It circles my clit slowly and then faster. It swishes up underneath it, over and over again. It traces the sides until Kris finds that one place that causes everything else to glow. That one spot that makes me incapable of keeping quiet.
His low laugh shivers across my skin. “You like that?”
I can barely respond with anything other than a moan. He knows that I do. And I almost yell at him when he pulls away, moving down. South. Towards the other place where I’ve never had anyone. “What?” I clear my throat. “What are you doing?”
Kris slides a hand up my belly, holding me in place. “I’m tasting you, Chianna. The deepest part of you.” I can actually feel him smiling against my skin. “Don’t worry. There will still be plenty of you for my cock to take.”
And then he slides his tongue inside me, and the world turns white. I didn’t know that this was an option. Vibrators and lube are one thing, but now I know that they’ll never compare to this.
Kris moves his tongue slowly, curling it inside me and pulling back before thrusting in again. He’s fucking me with that tongue. I can feel the first strings of my orgasm weaving together. “Oh my God.”
Quickly, Kris moves his mouth back to my clit, drawing that infernal tongue up and over me until his entire focus is that tiny bundle of nerves that is about to make my world shatter. It’s a snowball turning into an avalanche. Those threads of feeling swirling together and getting stronger, brighter with every kiss and lick. That one damn spot that makes my hips lift off the floor. He doesn’t stop.
My hands reach down and sink into his hair like my body knows what it’s doing more than I do. I don’t give a fuck—he can have control. I’m too busy coming.
Pleasure breaks over me like a wave. A rush of everything perfect and beautiful in the world. The orgasm climbs and climbs, sharpening into one shining spiral, and blazes outward again, collapsing me back into my body and the heaving mess that I am back in reality.
It takes me minutes to realize that I’m here and alive and not in some world of golden clouds. That’s a white ceiling over my head and Kris’s tongue is still between my legs. Slow, gentle licks that make me shake. “Holy shit.”
He doesn’t stop, casually tasting me just like he said he was going to. Slow and steady. “That was incredible.”
“It’s just the start, Chianna.” He props himself up on his elbows and smiles. “I don’t think I’ll ever be more grateful for not being able to sleep. Something I have you to thank for, by the way.”
I sit up on my own elbows. “Me?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says. “And even after jerking off three times you were still in every dream.”
My face flushes, but not from embarrassment. It’s heat. And brand-new need. “You did that? Thinking about me?”
He nods. “And I’m going to have to do it again before going to work, after this.”
“Oh. Right. I can—”
I stop when I see his grin. “I’m a grown man, Chianna. I can live without an orgasm for a while. This was for you. If I have my way, there will be plenty of time for me.”
“I think I’m excited to see your way,” I say.
“Chianna?” A loud voice calls from the hallway outside. “You in here?”
Dread drops through my body like ice, and I scramble for my pants. That’s Meynard’s voice. Why the fuck is he here? He knew I was going to the gym. Am I really that late getting back? I shove myself into my pants and fix my camisole just as Kris gets his shirt back on.
Meynard strides into the room seconds later and stops short at seeing the two of us together. “Canterbar. Didn’t expect to see you here so early in the morning. Alone with my niece.”
Kris just smiles that smile that could light up a thousand suns. “Couldn’t sleep and came for a run. Chianna here offered to show me some stretches after I finished.”
The way he says it, there’s no doubting it. Even if my uncle still looks suspicious.
Kris turns to me. “Thank you for working with me. I’m sure that those stretches will help.”
“You’re welcome.” I wish that my voice didn’t sound strangled.
Meynard watches Kris until he reaches the yoga room door and turns back to me. I watch seconds longer, and that’s when my whole body is set on fire. Shame. Humiliation. Arousal. I’m honestly not sure which it is. Because Kris is looking directly at me, my thong between his fingers.
I was in such a rush to get ready that I didn’t even notice that it was gone.