Page 83 of Beneath the Quiet

I welcome him and open my mouth to let him in. His tongue sweeps inside, and the second I taste him for the first time, all thoughts vaporise into the air.

All I can do is the one thing that I asked of him.

I feel.

I feel him in every single part of my body when he threads his fingers through my hair, holding me to him, and I arch my back at the tingling sensations his touch elicits inside me. The taste of him overpowers me. The intensity of his stare is overwhelming and offers an intimacy I’m not ready for. Even if I had the strength to hold his eyes, I couldn’t bear to share it with him. Instead, I give in to the pleasure his tongue gives me with each twirl around mine, and I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. The sensations coursing through my veins become stronger behind the darkness of my eyelids, and I surrender fully as Aidan tips my head back, his low groan and hard lips demanding more, more…more. He pushes his knee between my legs, putting just the right amount of pressure against my core, and my breath hitches.

Oh, gosh, I hope he has sex with the same intensity as he kisses me: hard, commanding…fierce.

He leaves my mouth, and his breaths heave against my chest as if he’s run a marathon.

“Fuck, Maeve. What are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know.”

I don’t even manage to open my eyes again before his mouth is on my neck, his lips leaving a hot trail down my scorching skin, while his hands grow more insistent on my hips and arse. I tip my head back on a loud moan, ripples of tingling pleasure cover my skin. He pushes his knee between my legs, hitting just the right spot, and the throbbing in my clit intensifies. I place my hands on his strong shoulders, curling my fingers into the fabric and tearing at it. I hold on tight as I press my centre against him, my clit pulsing with a need and yearning that no one has managed to elicit before.

“Fuck me, you’re so responsive.” Aidan nips at the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I jump at the sting that he leaves on my burning skin. “Are you already wet?” he murmurs. “I bet you are.”

I swallow the dryness in my throat and nod.

“Is this what you wanted from me? What you need?”

“Yes.”

“Am I going to find your pussy glistening if I get on my knees?”

Why is it so hot when he talks filthy to me?

“Maybe.”

“I want a taste.”

I try to shake the fog of lust, but he’s already kneeling before me.

“Wh-what? Here?” I blink.

He licks his lips and pushes up my dress, bunching it at my hips. “Why not?”

My clit throbs, and I don’t even think.

I spread my legs, inviting him to do what he wants with me. In a swift move, he hooks my right leg over his shoulder, never tearing his gaze away from mine. The tips of his fingers run lightly up my skin, tickling me, and I can’t stop myself from squirming.

“Ticklish, are we?”

I narrow my eyes, not wanting to show him my weakness. “Maybe.”

“Hmm.”

When one of his fingers skims the edges of my underwear, I shudder.

“What do we have here, then?” He twists my underwear, moving it to the side and baring me to him. His sharp intake of breath is like music to my ears.

““Is that…? Now you’ve done it, Mae.” He moves closer and inhales deeply, licking his lips. I feel the barest hint of his tongue against my flesh. “Good thing I didn’t know about your smooth pussy until now. I wouldn’t have managed to do my work if I had.”

Still keeping my eyes locked, he leans closer to my aching core. I gasp as he nudges his nose between my folds, teasing me, so close to where I need him the most, and I grab a fist of his hair. I’m being reckless, showing him with unabashed neediness that I want his mouth on me, but I can’t help myself.

What does it say about me that I’m so close to grinding my pussy against his face just to feel what it’s like to come with a man’s mouth on me?