Before I could respond, his head disappeared under my dress. I gasped, my knees buckling, but his hands were steady on my thighs, holding me up. I felt him sliding down the fabric, removing my panties—my body already betraying me with heat and anticipation.
I instinctively tried to close my legs, but he kept them apart with firm, unrelenting strength. My breathing turned shallow. My back was pressed to the glass, hidden in shadow, but anyone could come by at any moment.
“K-Kross…” I breathed, voice trembling.
Then I felt it—hot, shocking contact—and I nearly lost my mind.
His tongue. His mouth.
He kissed and licked me in ways I couldn’t even begin to describe. My hand flew up to cover my mouth as a muffled cry escaped. Sparks of heat shot through my body, down to my toes. It was overw
