Page 130 of Beneath the Quiet

“This must qualify as one of your best ideas ever.” I sigh.

“Hmm, I think you’re right.”

His cock prods my back, and I release a long breath when he releases my hands and finds my heavy breasts. He lifts them up, pushing them together, and the deep, satisfied hum that vibrates from his chest makes me rub my thighs together. My pussy throbs, and I yearn for the release I know he’s going to give me. He pinches the hard peaks, the shot of lust makes me arch my back. My breath stutters in my chest.

“Look at your gorgeous tits, Mae. Full and heavy in my hands. Fucking irresistible.”

I turn my head and arch my neck, reaching for his mouth with mine. His tongue licks my lips before he gives me what I crave, and when they close around mine, I reach behind me and grab his cock. He groans, and I pump him harder while his hands mould and squeeze my breasts. I don’t recognise the needy sounds falling from my throat, but I don’t care.

He brings them out of me.

Only him.

No one else.

He wrenches his mouth away, his pants heavy.

“I’m starving, Mae. I need to eat your pussy.” He jerks his chin and kisses my nose. “Get to the other end and sit on the edge. Now.”

A delicious thrill settles in my throbbing core, and water cascades down as I turn to the opposite end where two small steps have been chiselled into the marble. On shaky knees, I crawl to it, my arse in the air and water sloshing at the sides.

Finally, I turn around, brace my arms and hands behind me, and push up to sit on the edge of the bath. I shudder at the blazing fire in his eyes as they travel down my body.

“God, you make me wild.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

“You are, Mae.”

He glides towards me, keeping my gaze locked with his. I can’t look away from the intensity, but moreover, I don’t want to. Why would I when I have an amazing man kneeling before me, ready to do whatever I want him to? As usual, his glasses fog up, and I push them into his hair. He squints up at me, and my belly clenches when he digs his fingers into my thighs and roughly spreads my legs. My breathing turns shallow, the anticipation killing me. I raise my hand and run my fingers through the scruff on his cheek. When he leans into my touch, I push my thumb against his mouth, prying his lips open. He opens at once and starts sucking on it, and my hips jerk at the sensations. His eyes blaze up at me as he nips at my finger, and I shudder even harder.

My head feels so heavy, and I lick my lips.

“Oh, God. I need you inside me. Please…”

He smiles, and his teeth scrape the edge of my thumb as he frees it. “I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll drench my face.”

He lowers his head and holds my eyes captive, and as he licks my sensitive nub, I fist my hand in his hair.

“Yes,” he breathes against my pussy. “Grind on my face, sweetheart. Show me where you want me.”

Half a mind on the endearment, and half on getting off, I move his face to my wet opening.

“Here,” I pant. “Start here. Slowly.”

I feel the long swipe of his tongue and clench. His hands are splayed on my tummy, and I fist his hair and move his face up and down.

“Put your tongue inside me. Fuck me like that.”

He does as I say, over and over again, until I pull at his hair. He groans, his burning gaze meeting mine, looking as hungry as I feel.

“Two fingers inside me, and your tongue on my nub,” I pant. “Fast now. Make me scream.”

“Fuck, yes.”

He pushes his fingers inside me, pumping and stretching me wide, just the way I want it. Aidan knows my body well now. He knows that I crave a bite when he fucks me, that I can’t come if he’s too gentle. With each thrust of his fingers, the wetter I get, and the slippery sounds fill the air along with my moans. His tongue works on my clit, flicking fast, then he sucks it into his mouth, and I start to fall off the edge. My whole body shakes, my eyes grow heavier with each forceful thrust of his fingers, and when he finally adds a third finger, I feel it.

“Aidan!”