Page 111 of Beneath the Quiet

Her lips fuse to mine, and I get so drunk on her taste, her tongue around mine, and her pussy, that I keep rutting against her like a randy teenager. Completely out of control. I can hear how wet she is, and it only spurs me on. We fill the quiet night air with our wet fucking, but I can’t even care anymore.

Not when I’m inside her like this.

Wild. Free.

Lost inside her.

I can’t think of a better place to be.

Just as her inner walls clamps around my cock, her kiss turns sloppy…wetter. Her arms grow tighter around my neck, her pussy gripping hard on my swollen cock, and it swells even more. My breaths turn shallow and then fire erupts behind my eyelids. I shoot my cum on a shuddering sigh, fighting to keep the roar I want to unleash inside. I bellow into her mouth instead, my need all-consuming. Instincts take over, and I clench my arse as I push one last time inside her. I swallow her cry with my mouth and keep kissing her, only now that the fire has reached its peak, my kiss becomes softer, sweeter…lingering.

She kisses me back just as slowly, her fingers running through the longish hair at the nape of my neck. I bask in her touch for a few seconds longer, relishing her sweet tugs, until my cock begins to soften.

I can’t pull out. I don’t want to.

Not yet.

“You okay?” I murmur against her lips.

“Mmm. More than okay.”

I kiss her again. And again. One more time.

I’ve become obsessed with her mouth. The more I taste her, the more I want to keep kissing her.

I shouldn’t be so unwilling to let her go, yet here I am, drunk on her kisses.

Obsessed.

“Fuck, Mae. You’re the wildest thing.” I rest my cheek on hers. “I was right. You’re so quiet, so in control all the time, but beneath all the quiet, your inner fire is waiting to be let loose.”

She shakes her head. “I was never like this before coming here,” she whispers. “You bring out a side of me that I didn’t know.”

“Only me?”

“Yes. Only you.”

I squeeze her arse and place small kisses on the nape of her neck. “I’m honoured you let me see this side of you. That you trust me like this.”

Her soft lips touch the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulders, and I shudder. Her sweetness is too much for me.

Too caring.

Too much because I’m not the right person to give it to.

Slowly, I lower her to the ground, my half-hard cock slipping out of her. I lean down to give her a quick kiss, because how can I not when she’s just given me more of herself than I’d ever ask for? I feel more than hear her soft sigh into my mouth, and I wrap my arms around her back to keep her steady.

“Good?”

“Mmhmm. You know, you’re awfully touchy-feely with me considering we’re supposed to be nothing more than fuck buddies.”

I can’t hold back the wince, but at least the darkness hides my reaction from her.

“Would you rather I was a cold sod?”

“No, I like that you take care of me after. I’m just not…”

I raise my hand, wrap it on the side of her neck, adding just the tiniest hint of pressure as I wait for her to continue. I rub my thumb gently up and down, the urge to bite her–to mark her–flowing strong in my veins. Maybe it’s more than she can take, maybe it’s not…I’m willing to take the chance.