Page 84 of Beneath the Quiet

I don’t care.

Not when Aidan’s looking at me the way he is.

As if he’s about to combust.

Aidan’s eyes grow heavy behind his glasses. They’re full of delicious promises, his cheeks flushed. He moves closer and inhales deeply again, his hands on my thighs firm.

I tug gently on his hair and lick my lips, waiting…wondering if it’ll be as good as I’ve longed for.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I nod quickly.

Finally, he places his lips on my pussy, and my breath catches in surprise from the gentle side to him. He flattens his tongue and licks my clit, long and slow, making me tremble even harder. With each stroke of his tongue, I become lost in the sensations inside me. And then the tenderness is gone.

Aidan devours me.

He groans, sighs, and laps at me, making me grow wetter the more attention he pays to my swollen clit, and I can’t hold back.

“Oh, my…Lord,” I moan.

He sucks my clit, and as his glasses start to fog up, I push them up and into his hair. I don’t want to lose his eyes. I want to see what it does to him as he licks me out. I don’t know if it’s having a man on his knees for me for the first time in years or if it’s because it’s him, but the primal focus that shines back up at me is an aphrodisiac in itself. He pushes a finger inside me, and he puts more pressure on me, then shakes his head. The motion sends electric bolts through me, then his tongue picks up speed, and he flicks my clit faster.

That’s enough to make me lose my control. I jerk and grind on his mouth, my thighs trembling from keeping upright for so long, even though he bears most of my weight with his arms and body. I gasp and moan, whimper unintelligible sounds I’ve never heard leave my lips before. He curls his finger inside me, hitting that spot no other man I’ve been with has paid attention to, and as he laps up my wetness trickling down my legs, jumbled cries fall from my lips. Fascinated, gasping, I watch the small droplets of sweat on his forehead, his furrowed brow and relentless stare on mine as he watches me fall apart.

He’s magnificent.

I lose his mouth, but he doesn’t stop kissing my body.

“Are you close, Mae?”

He nibbles on my inner thighs, first the left one, then the right, so focused on my pleasure that I wish I could tell him I’m close. He keeps pumping inside me, hard yet soft, and as much as I love what he’s doing, I can’t get there. Not yet. It’s just out of reach.

“I think you need something more,” he whispers. “Don’t you?”

I nod, because it’s the truth.

He gives me another one of his irresistible smiles, only this one holds a bite to it that sets my skin on fire. The deliciously dirty smile, lips wet from my arousal, and the dark glint in his eyes make me lick my lips in anticipation.

“Tell me if this is what you need.”

He pushes one more finger inside me, then one more, stretching me wide, and the sheer fullness makes me catch my breath.

“Oh, fuck!”

He groans. “Like that?”

He pumps his fingers hard inside me.

“Yes, I need that.”

His nostrils flare, and he digs his fingers into my thigh. The sting sends another rush of wetness through my pussy, and my breath hitches.

“Fucking beautiful,” he grinds out, licking his lips. “Hold tight.”

I open my mouth to question him, but no words leave my lips, because when I thought Aidan devoured me before, I was wrong.

This time, he feasts on me.