Page 72 of Beneath the Quiet

She removes her hand and clamps her legs around me, eyes wide with wonder. “You’re always the dirty talker in my dreams, and I like it.”

I chuckle, but it turns to a long moan as she rubs down on me harder. “Are you going to make a mess on me, Mae?” I pant.

Her gaze flashes with fire, the burning lust darkening her moss-green eyes even more.

“I think I might.” Her voice breaks. “If you suck my nipples, I definitely will.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m desperate to feel more of her. I push the straps down her shoulders in a swift move, and the sight of her peaked buds when her breasts spill out almost makes me blow my load. I open my mouth and close my lips around one pebbled bud, the sound of her gasp sweet music to my ears. My eyes are so heavy, but I resist closing them. The need to watch her pleasure as I suck her nipple is all I can think about. My cock tightens more in my jeans the longer she rocks against me.

It’s agony and heaven all at once.

I watch her eyes turn heavy, then, as she throws her head back, mouth open in pleasure, I push my cock even harder against her.

“Aidan, oh…God!” Her rocking turns frantic, and I feel her wetness on my cock through my confining jeans. I release her nipple and move my head to her other breast, sucking the hard nub inside my mouth. I test her limits and move a hand down, wedging it between us. There’s barely any room for my fingers to explore her, but I try anyway. The wet fabric, her flesh hidden behind it, sends my head reeling.

“Harder,” she whimpers.

Fucking whimpers.

She buries her fingers in my hair, arching into me, and as soon as she tugs on the ends, her nails scraping my scalp, I release the last hold on my control. As my cock swells, I try to rub her clit. I bite down on her nipple and soothe it with a wet swipe of my tongue.

“This wet pussy is perfect,” I pant. “Greedy and desperate. Just the way I like it.”

My lungs burn as if I’ve run a marathon, and I have to release my hold on her phenomenal breasts. I think I lose my breath for a beat or two from the sight of them bouncing in front of me. I put my hands back on her hips to set the pace, helping her get herself off.

“Fuck! That’s it, yeah. That’s my good girl. Get that pretty pussy off on my cock, Mae. I want to feel you dripping on me.”

“Ah!”

She tucks her face into my neck, grinding harder. Her muffled cries are an aphrodisiac. My cock leaks, and tingles shoot down my spine. The closer I get to release, the more she shivers in my arms. Her trembling makes me pull her tighter, and I flick my tongue fast on her nipple, then suck hard on it. Her body goes taut, and I feel a rush of wetness in my lap just like I hoped I would.

I groan.

“Beautiful.”

Then I come so hard, my breath hitches, and I close my eyes as shudders wrack my body. My cum spurts, and I jerk my hips against her. Her fingers are tight in my hair, her thighs still clamped around me like a vice, and my cum jets in my jeans. I swipe me tongue on her nipple, moaning deeply as I rock gently against her and come down from my high.

I’m the most content man I’ve been in ages.

I can’t get close enough to this woman.

The thought scares me like hell, but I won’t be a prick like her former fiancée. I won’t push her away now that I’ve finally felt the promise of her.

Instead, I release my hold around her slowly and move a soothing hand up and down her back for another couple of minutes. I trace random patterns on her skin, finding every dip and curve fascinating beyond belief. This woman trusted me in ways I’ve never had before.

I won’t break that trust. I know it was a gift.

But in the end, I know I have no choice but to break our bubble.

I lick my lips and glance down, my lips resting on her soft breast, and squeeze her once.

“You okay there?” I murmur.

She nods against me, her faced hidden in my neck, but keeps as quiet as a mouse.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

She releases a shuddering breath, shaking her head. “I’m fine, Aidan. Just…wow. I’ve never been so reckless in my life.”