“Oh yeah?” I tease her. I can’t help it. The way her blush deepens makes it worth it. I love that color on her and I want to see it as often as possible. She hums out a response as I coo, “I missed you too, Sweet Girl.”
She scoffs softly, but there’s no real displeasure in the sound. “I didn’t say I missed you,” she argues, her voice breathy as my hands roam over her.
Memorizing.
Reminding myself that she’s in my arms.
For now.
My lips kiss and nip along her jaw until I reach the lobe of her ear. My words skitter along her skin, “Yes you did.”
I don’t let her get away with it. Not with pushing me away. Not today when she came here just for me.
We both know the truth, and she’s not going to minimize it or try and pretend it’s something else.
“Yes, I did,” she sighs out the words, her body melting against mine.
I kiss the spot right behind her ear, the one that makes her writhe in my arms. She lets a small whimper escape her lips and I can feel the way her body strains from pleasure.
“Good girl,” I growl softly.
While kissing her neck and collarbone, I glide my fingers under the waistband of the leggings she has which is paired with an oversized sweater that looks cozy as fuck on her. The small sounds coming from her have my cock begging to be buried inside of her.
But this isn’t about me.
I’m going to make her come. I can’t help myself at this point, but what can’t happen is my cock coming out.
No matter how much I wish I could fuck her right here.
“You’re going to be quiet for me,” I tell her.
She nods, her fingernails pricking my skin and making me swallow a groan of pleasure. I love the way she responds to me. It’s sexy as fuck and she has no idea what it does to me.
I glide the tip of my finger up and down her drenched slit. Her body tightens as if she’s trying to anticipate my next move.
Even though I’d much rather tease her, now isn’t the time. I can’t risk being found. Not because of me; I don’t give a fuck about that.
There’s just no way I would ever allow anyone else to see my woman in a state of bliss. That is for my pleasure only.
“So wet for me,” I grit out through my teeth, my jaw clenched tightly as my cock throbs.
“Please,” she whispers, the word barely passing her lips, but I can feel it all the way down to my toes.
“I’ve got you, Sweet Girl,” I promise.
When I plunge two fingers inside my woman, her walls squeeze around me, and she lets out a gasp of surprise. I keep my eyes trained on her face, watching her carefully as I fuck her with my fingers. My thumb easily finds her clit as I twist my wrist a little.
Her green eyes lock with mine and we hold each other’s gazes as I plunge my fingers in and out of her wet channel. The way her clit is practically pulsing under my thumb is hot as fuck.
“Elwood.”
Hearing my name on her lips is almost too much to take.
I’ve always loathed this corner of the library because it doesn’t get the attention or traffic that it deserves. But right now, I’m thankful for it.
If it were busy or if I was afraid of someone finding us, I wouldn’t have my fingers buried inside my woman right now while she teeters on the edge of an orgasm.
I can feel it in the way she’s getting wetter for me. I can feel it in the way the walls of her pussy flutter around my fingers.
