Forbidden Stacks

I always knew it would happen. The moment we were alone in that old library, the air between us thickened with want.

"You sure your husband won't be back early?" Marco asked quietly, pressing his back against the tall wooden shelf. His dark Latino eyes burned with that same fire I'd been catching on myself for the last two years.

"He's on a business trip until Friday," I breathed out, feeling my palms go damp. "Marco... I've been silent for so long. Every time you came over to visit, I'd imagine you touching me."

His fingers grazed my waist, then slowly slid up under my thin blouse. His touch seared my skin. The air smelled of old paper, dust, and the faint trace of his cologne—wood and citrus. The towering stacks hid us from any stray eyes, and the heavy velvet drapes over the windows let in only the dim glow of streetlights.

"Then don't stay quiet now," he whispered, pulling me against him. His lips found my ear. "Tell me what you want."

"You. All of you," I answered, and our mouths finally crashed together. The kiss was greedy, almost desperate. I felt his cock already stiffening, pressing into my thigh through the thin fabric of his slacks.

Marco spun me around to face the shelf. The books rattled slightly from the jolt. His hands hiked up my skirt, palms running over my hips, gripping my ass.

"God, you're so hot..." he muttered, dragging his fingers along the already damp strip of my panties. "You're wetter than I even imagined."

"Don't tease me..." I moaned, arching back into him. "Touch me harder."

He pushed the thin fabric aside. Two fingers slid straight into my pussy, gliding easily into the slick heat. I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loud. The wet sound of his fingers pumping inside me seemed obscenely loud in the silence of the library.

"Like this?" he asked hoarsely, speeding up. His thumb found my clit and started tracing quick circles. "You ever picture me fucking you right here, among the books?"

"Yes... almost every night after my husband fell asleep," I confessed, breathless. "I'd touch myself and think about your cock."

Marco pulled his fingers out, quickly unbuckled his pants. His thick, hard cock sprang free. I felt the head pressing at the entrance of my pussy and instinctively spread my legs wider.

"Then take it," he said, and slammed into me to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

I gasped. The sensation was so sharp that my vision blurred for a second. He started moving—slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size, then faster and faster. Each thrust sent the books on the shelf swaying. The slap of skin against skin echoed between the stacks.

"Fuck me harder, Marco..." I whispered, bracing my hands against the wooden shelves. "I'm yours tonight."

He leaned in, biting my neck, still driving deep. One hand came up to my chest, squeezing my nipple through my blouse. The other slid lower, finding my clit again.

"I've imagined cumming inside you so many times," he growled in my ear. "Your pussy is so tight... so fucking hot."

We switched positions. He sat down on an old wooden chair by the window, and I straddled him on top. Now I controlled the depth. Sinking down onto his cock, slick with my juices, I stared straight into his eyes. His hands gripped my hips hard.

"Look at me when you come," I demanded, quickening my pace. My pussy gripped him tightly, taking him all the way in with every drop.

"I'm close..." Marco exhaled. His fingers dug into my skin.

I leaned down, kissing him deep, still riding him. The orgasm hit me out of nowhere—a powerful wave that made my legs tremble. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. At that same moment, he came too. Hot jets of cum shot deep inside me, flooding me to the brim.

We froze, panting hard. His cock was still pulsing inside me. My juices and his cum slowly trickled down his balls onto the old chair.

"That was..." he started.

"Just the beginning," I smiled, clenching my inner muscles. "The night's still long, and there are plenty of books in here."

He let out a low laugh, kissing my collarbone.

"Then let's find the next shelf."