Page 108 of Beneath the Quiet

I peer down at her again. I’ve noticed how much she loves to wear dresses when she goes out, but especially when she’s not working. Knowing that she’s wearing one tonight, after I told her how we’d end the night, has me so worked up that I’m fit to burst already. This time, she’s in a light green dress with short, puffy sleeves and a heart-shaped bodice that’s too sinful for her own good.

Well, to me it is, even though it’s quite demure. But all the buttons that travel down from the curve of her breasts to the hem that stops at her ankles have me going mad.

“You look gorgeous, Mae.”

I should’ve cleared my rusty throat before I said a thing. Too late for that now. I know my voice gives way to how turned on I am, but I don’t give a fuck. Let her hear it.

She looks up at me from underneath her lashes and smiles. “Thank you.”

Fuck, how I’d love to get under that dress and make her come hard on my mouth again.

Heavy, familiar warmth trickles down my chest, through my gut, and settles in my cock. I can’t stop it. All I can think about is when she’ll allow me to hear her moan out in ecstasy as I take her again.

I’m forty years old, for fuck’s sake. Too old to go around with a semi in my boxers all day, constantly thinking about her or what she’s doing. Wondering when I’ll see her again and feel her lips and tongue.

It’s bad for my peace of mind, not to mention my vulnerable heart, but I can’t help it.

The more I see her, the more I want her. All the different sides to her that make her uniquely herself, and that’s the most dangerous part. I want to peel away all her layers until her soul is laid bare.

She shuffles closer towards me, just a little bit, and scans the crowd before she looks up at me. “I have an idea, but…”

“But what?”

She bites her lip. “It’s risky.”

I swallow to relieve my suddenly dry throat. “Tell me.”

Even though the sun is setting, cloaking us in darkness slowly, I have no trouble seeing the faintest of red tinting her cheeks.

“Come with me.”

I nod once and follow her, making sure not to look too eager, but the rest of the villagers are focused on watching the band onstage instead of keeping watch of us.

She leads me off to the side of the field, walking at a brisk pace until we’re away from the stage and crowd. We only pass a couple of stragglers I don’t recognise, so they must be tourists. She turns a corner at the bakery, and I follow her down Miller’s Lane, through the narrow pathway that is so dark now that I have to blink to see her.

“This is far enough away, Mae.”

She turns and backs away from me until she’s leaning against the brick wall of the old building. I can hardly make her out anymore.

“I want to try something with you, Aidan.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to ride me here, outside.”

Her words are like a siren’s song. Heat slams into me when I feel her fingers on my chest, and I reach up to touch them. Her pulse is beating hard in her wrists, and I follow them as she glides her hands down to curl in my belt loops. She pulls me flush to her chest, and I groan when her mouth finds the pulse point on my neck, beating like crazy. Her soft kiss slams into me with force akin to a hammer even though her touch is as light as a feather. When she licks a slow patch up my neck, I groan, already half-blind with a raging need I can’t still.

“In public?” I grunt, though I’m already giving in. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Everyone’s at the concert or at home. No one will walk in on us.”

My cock screams for release. I bend my knees and rock against her.

“Didn’t think you’d be into exhibitionism, Mae. Are you sure it isn’t the wine talking?”

She snorts, an annoyed huff that makes me break out in goosebumps. I grin, even though I’m fit to burst already.

“I only had a small cup, Aidan. I’m nowhere near drunk. Not even tipsy.” I shudder when her tongue traces the vein in my neck, and I buck into her core. “Let’s be reckless for once. Forget who we are and all our responsibilities for a moment. I want rough and quick tonight. Will you give it to me? Please?”