Page 132 of Beneath the Quiet

“Fuck! Yes, like that, sweetheart. I’m gonna come!”

On a long roar, he pistons his hips and then bottoms out in my mouth. I gag on the jets of cum he spills inside my mouth but drink every drop. I relish the taste of him for the first time, and warmth fills my pussy.

I look up at a flushed Aidan. Pride settles in my heart when I hear his laboured breathing. Sweat and waters course down his chest, and the sight of his flushed cheeks sends joy shooting through me. I lick my lips, his vibrant taste still on my tongue as I watch a trickle roll down his chest. Carefully, I release his cock from my mouth. I let my finger slide out of his arse and caress past the sensitive skin to his balls.

So quickly that I barely have time to blink, he puts his hands under my armpits and hoists me to my feet. Blood rushes to my head.

“What…”

He silences me with a kiss, his tongue probing my lips, swirling around my mouth, and he moans loudly. I let him plunder my mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck, and hold on.

Oh, gosh, he likes his own cum.

I find his tongue with mine with a passion I didn’t know I had in me. Our tongues dance, messy and wet, but it’s the best kiss of my life. His teeth nibble on my lips, pulling slightly, and before I manage to pick up my befuddled brain from the floor, he’s picked me up, one hand around my back, the other arm under my arse, and he’s carrying me inside the bedroom.

I wrench my mouth from his.

“Aidan, what are you doing?”

He bites down on my neck, making me squeak. “Tasting my cum in your mouth,” he growls. “Fuck, I’ve never done that with anyone before.” He eases me down his front, stopping when my breasts are right in front of his mouth. He closes his lips around my nipple, and I wrap my legs around his back, squirming.

I whimper, unable to keep it locked inside. “It wasn’t too much?”

He shakes his head on a long groan, still sucking my nipple deeply before he releases it. “Fuck, no. I fucking love that you’re so bold with me. Your finger in my arse? Then tasting both of us together?” He shakes his head and closes his eyes, nuzzling between my breasts. “Beyond my wildest dreams, Mae.”

I move to bury my fingers in his hair and only narrowly catch his glasses before they fall. I put them back on his nose and smile at him.

“Good. I’m glad.”

He opens his eyes, and my belly flips at the vulnerability he shares with me. He moves his hands to my thighs and pulls them from around him until I’m kneeling before him on my bed.

“I think my good girl needs an extra treat today.”

I widen my eyes. His lips stretch into a devilish smile, and I open my mouth to ask him what he means when one of his fingers runs lightly through my folds. I jerk against him, because he’s right.

I do want more.

“But can you? Again? Already?”

He shakes his head. “No, but you can, and you will.”

He jumps onto the bed and pulls me up his body. I straddle his chest, unsure where this is going. “Get up here, Maeve.”

I shuffle closer, but he must be able to see the uncertainty in my eyes, because before I know it, he’s put his hands on my hips and lifted me all the way up until my knees are around his head, straddling his face. My ankles rest on his shoulders, and he pushes a pillow under his head.

“Come on, then. Ride my face.”

My breath stutters in my chest. “I can’t. Aidan...I’m too heavy.”

He frowns at me and digs his fingers into my bottom. “Ride. My. Face.”

“You’re so bossy.” I hesitate. I’m both massively turned on and worried I’ll suffocate him if I do as he says.

He keeps his eyes locked with mine and pulls me down. Mesmerised, I let him guide my pussy to where he wants me.

“It’s not because I don’t want to,” I whisper. “I’ve never…”

“Shhh.” His breath fans across my aching core, so close to his mouth. “I know. Trust me, sweetheart. I want to feast on you properly, feel you ride me, and look up at your gorgeous breasts bouncing when I eat you. Please?”