Page 86 of Beneath the Quiet

His dark eyes follow my every move, his breath falling rapidly, sending a spark of confidence through me. I widen my legs so that he can see what he does to me.

“Now that you have me where you want me, what’s next?”

His eyes land on my scar, and my heart beats louder against my ribcage. I know what he sees and freeze. I wait with bated breath for the questions that I know will come.

Only…he doesn’t say a word.

Instead, he lifts his eyes, fire burning even brighter in them and I gasp from the intensity.

He kicks off his boots and moves closer until I have to crane my neck to keep our eyes locked.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

My mouth pops open in surprise, but not as much as the heat intensifying between my legs does. But I don’t want to question it, so I do as he says and get up on the bed.

“Spread your legs. Let me see your pink pussy, flushed and swollen.”

Again, I do as I’m told, only this time, I can’t resist turning my head to watch him. I gasp at the sight of his bare chest. It’s not a young man’s body with hints of muscles before me. No, this is a man in his prime: Aidan’s fit. He’s lean, but not lanky, his chest muscles so defined, I lick my lips. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing the phenomenon of arm porn for the first time, because this man’s bulging biceps should be illegal. I bite my lip and watch the veins on his arms. I drink in the sight of his chest, grateful that the sun hasn’t set yet so that I can see him properly.

“Like what you see, eh?”

His voice is dark as gravel.

“Very much. I should probably be ashamed that I’m objectifying you, but I can’t think straight right now.”

His lips stretch in a wide grin. “Objectify me all you want, Mae.”

Truth be told, there’s another stronger, more primitive side of me that doesn’t care.

I have an exceptionally hot man in my bed, and I intend to enjoy every second to the fullest. I never thought much of it before, but after having told myself that he’s not mine to touch for several weeks now, it makes my fingers itch to do just that. I long to feel if the dusting of light-brown hair that covers his torso down towards his crotch to a darker happy trail is as soft as it looks, or if the texture is coarse.

He reaches for his trousers, flexing his arms.

My mouth waters from the sight as they track down his abdomen.

He’s a fine example of a man who works hard for a living. Given the state of my wet pussy, it seems he’s exactly my type.

And tonight, he’s all mine.

Aidan unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his jeans, then pushes them and his boxers down in one move. He straightens up, finally revealing what I’ve longed to see for weeks, and the moment my eyes fall on his cock, I whimper.

It’s thick, long…but why am I even surprised? He’s already the embodiment of sex come to life. It’s no wonder his cock is as much a work of art as the rest of him.

He grips the base and gives it a long, slow stroke, fisting his hand on the tip. I grow wetter. I want to taste that so much, but I wait.

He told me to stay on the bed, and I will. My eyes flick down to his cock again, and the urge to reach down between my legs is almost too hard to resist. My breath clogs up from the dark-red colour of the head, and I gulp.

“Do you think it’ll fit?” I blurt out.

He hums deeply and puts a hand on my arse, squeezing it, before he skims his fingers down my inner thigh. I break out in goosebumps.

“Don’t you worry. My fingers have already stretched you. It’ll fit.”

The bead of pre-cum glistening at the head sends an ache through my tummy down to where I need him the most. I squeeze my thighs together, searching for friction.

“Can you come closer now?” I ask.

His intense stare when he kneels behind me makes me tremble. He leans down, his lips hovering over mine, just far enough from me that he’s out of reach. His glasses fog up again, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.