The flush of AC was instantly soothing against my sticky skin. I stepped into the library and out of the late afternoon air, welcoming the quiet hum of the space. Most people didn’t even look up. They mindlessly read their books, or whispered to friends, or waited for me.
I wore a black sun dress in preparation of our hour ahead. The clock hanging on the wall rhythmically reminded me that we didn’t have long to enjoy each other. Not long for me to feel his hands on my body and his dick inside me. I desperately wanted it.
The thin straps of my dress rested against my shoulders and down along my quickening chest; the fabric flowing down against my naked body. We needed easy access. The dress delivered.
I found a vacant table in the far corner and sat down, taking out my book as we had discussed. I tried my best to settle into the chair. I crossed my legs. I crossed them the other way. I could feel the wetness growing between them just thinking about him being here, somewhere, ready for us to begin.
After what felt like forever, I felt a pair of eyes on me. There he was. Like we planned. We locked eyes and I could feel between my legs again. He was sprawled out over a soft chair across the room, his dark hair messy and brown eyes intense.
We’d spent hours sitting here together working, flirting, stealing glances at one another. I had felt and tasted him in many ways since, but I wanted him to fuck me where we first met.
Beyond our starting point, we had arranged no other advancement on how things would play out today. All I knew was this man, all 6ft 4 of him, was mine. And in whichever way I wanted.
Just as he fucking should be, I thought.
I pulled my chair back and headed straight toward him. And I walked straight past. I knew fine well he’d follow.
I lead him up the stairs and round the corner toward a heavily stacked section of book shelves. The books seemed to fill every corner of this part of the library, every available space packed with a murder mystery or lover’s declaration. It felt darker here with other people’s fantasies pouring out onto the paper, creating a much needed hiding spot for me to enjoy him.
I stopped and listened. I could still hear the distant murmur of people talking, the quiet turning of a page. It at least provided a false sense of security. It was then I felt his arm wrap around me. His body pressed against my back.
“Hi,” he whispered into my ear.
I pushed my ass against his crotch and could feel he was already hard for me. Yes please. I tried to turn toward him but he caught me. In one swift motion, he pulled my wrists together behind my back. He leaned down toward my ear. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
I groaned. “I want to touch you Sam,” I said, arching my back.
“I want to fuck you Sophie,” he responded.
He started to sloppily kiss my neck, likely tasting the sweat on my skin as I squirmed. He nibbled my ear as I bucked my hips, attempting to free myself from his grip. This spurred him further, pulling me tighter toward him until I could no longer move against his hold. I moaned. I wanted to touch him, but I just needed him inside of me.
“Sam,” I warned. “Fuck me then.”
He pulled one of my dress straps off my shoulder and exposed my erect nipple, inches away from a hard book. I could smell its distinct scent as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger. I gasped. I loved my nipples being played with.
I pushed my legs wider, inviting him to travel further down my body. He didn’t need an invitation. He pushed me against the book shelf and crouched down behind me, lifting my dress up around my waist.
He stopped in shock. A black jewel greeted him between my cheeks.
He groaned. “You’re such a slut,” he said menacingly.
I tried to turn but he quickly pushed me against the books again, regaining my wrists behind my back and silencing my attempts.
“Please Sam,” I said.
“Please what?” he teased.
“Please just put yourself inside of me.”
He chuckled to himself as he plunged his finger into my wet pussy. I moaned with relief. ‘Yessss’, I thought, ‘more’.
He slowly started to thrust the full length of one finger, then two, inside of me. I was so wet. He quickened his pace as he pulled at my wrists, forcing me to arch my back as my last remaining dress strap dangerously slid further along my shoulder. Soon enough he was tasting me, hungrily licking and sucking exactly where I wanted him. I felt him slowly start to twist the butt plug inside of me as he lapped up my juices, taking his time with me. I was now forcefully rocking my ass toward his face, riding his tongue as he crouched behind me.
After minutes of him edging me closer to climax, I managed to push against him and was finally free from his grip. I pulled his face between my legs with my back against the books now. As he ate me out I looked up to see a woman obliviously walking past with a coffee in her hand. It was too much. I climaxed as he sucked my clit, him enjoying every drop of my cum on his tongue.
I pulled him up toward me and we kissed for the first time. I could taste myself on his beard. I started to lick it off, desperate now. He smiled as I ran my tongue across the stubble on his chin. He slowly pushed me against the books and I turned to face them, ready for what was next.
I pushed my ass out and steadied myself against the shelf. I heard him unbuckle his belt and spit onto his hand. He positioned his bare dick between my wet lips and slowly pushed himself inside of me. Nothing between us.
We stopped for a moment. Just long enough to acknowledge what was happening. Just long enough to remember how long we had wanted to do this.
And then he started to thrust. Hard. Deep. I felt his whole body push into me as rhythmically as the clock on the wall, us fucking as inevitable as the fucking passing of time.
I was a mess. I totally surrendered to the sensation of his dick going in and out of me. I didn’t care about anything else except for how good it felt. I started to moan and I felt his hand cover my mouth, realising I was probably being far too loud. I didn’t care. I wanted him. I needed more.
I started to play with my swollen clit as he continued to thrust and I felt myself rising again; felt that hot feeling of pleasure peak as he stifled my moans and flicked my hard nipple with his hands. I started to cum as I felt him explode inside of me, filling me up and claiming my pussy as his. It was his.
He quietly groaned into my ear as I felt his body go limp from the exertion. He pulled out of me and I turned, kissing him. I could feel him start to ooze down my leg, the sticky mixture of our pleasure coating my sweaty skin.
I pulled away and looked into his eyes, the softness in them returning. I fluttered in more places than one.
I nudged forward to kiss him again. His tongue grazed my lips. I opened my mouth and tilted my head to kiss him, but froze. I looked beyond him at the man staring at me, book in hand. I swear I could see the outline of his cock through his pants.
