禁断の棚

The smell of old leather and dusty pages hit her nostrils as Anna leaned over the shelf, and in that same instant, her gaze locked with her neighbor's eyes. Paul stood just a step away, in the half-darkness of the library hall, his fingers already grazing her waist, almost casually.

"You always look at widows like that when they're hunting for romance novels?" she whispered, feeling the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Only when they're pressing their ass against my thigh," he replied with a sly grin. His breath brushed her ear, and Anna felt her nipples harden instantly beneath the lace of her bra.

The library was nearly empty, but the door to the reading room was still cracked open. Anyone could walk in—a staff member, a random visitor. That thought only stoked her fire. She turned to face him, her tits brushing against his shirt.

"Paul, we've lost our minds... Someone could—" she started, but he was already leaning in, gently biting her lower lip.

"Then we'll be quiet. Or not so quiet," he chuckled, his hand sliding confidently up her skirt, fingers finding the warm, already damp fabric of her panties.

Anna let out a soft gasp, gripping his shoulders. The scent of his skin, mixed with the aroma of old books, went straight to her head. She felt his fingers push the fabric aside and touch her clit—slowly, teasingly.

"Already wet... The widow missed a real cock, huh?" he whispered in her ear, his voice dripping with playful mockery.

"Shut up and touch me harder, neighbor," she breathed, spreading her legs wider. Her palm pressed against his slacks, feeling the hard, hot bulge. "Whoa... You haven't been in an old library in a while either, have you?"

Paul smirked, unzipping his fly one-handed. His thick cock sprang free—heavy and pulsing. Anna wrapped her hand around it, feeling the skin slide over the veins, feeling it twitch at her touch.

"Sit on the table," he ordered, quiet but commanding.

She perched on the edge of an old oak desk stacked with yellowed books. Her skirt hiked up to her waist. Paul stepped between her thighs, running the head of his cock along her slick lips, teasing the entrance.

「焦らさないで……誰か入ってきちゃうし、もう待てない」とアンナは喘ぎ、彼の腰のあたりに脚を巻き付けた。

He entered her in one long, slow thrust. Her pussy gripped him tight—hot, wet, snug. Anna bit her lip to keep from screaming. The sensation was so sharp it sent a shiver racing across her skin. Paul began to move—slow, deep, savoring every inch.

"God, you're so tight..." he whispered, kissing her neck. "Your pussy is just sucking me in."

"Quiet... Oh... Deeper, please," she begged, digging her nails into his back. The books under her shifted with each thrust, one even thudding to the floor. They froze for a second, listening. Hearts pounded in unison.

No one came. Paul smiled and picked up the pace, thrusting harder now, though still trying to stay quiet. The sound of their bodies—wet slapping, heavy breathing—seemed deafening in the library's silence.

"Flip me over... I want to feel you from behind," Anna gasped, hopping off the desk. She turned, bracing her hands on a shelf of ancient tomes. Paul hiked her skirt up higher, ran his palms over her firm ass, and sank into her again—even deeper now.

彼のリズムはより安定してきた。片方の手が彼女のクリトリスを見つけ、指が巧みに円を描く一方で、ちんこは容赦なく彼女の中で打ちつけられた。アンナは全身を震わせた——肌の熱さ、背中の汗、興奮と古い紙の匂い——すべてが狂ったカクテルに混ざり合った。

"I'm close... Paul, don't stop..." she whispered, feeling a tight wave building inside her.

He sped up, breathing heavily against the back of her neck.

"Cum on my cock, my gorgeous little lover... Go on..."

オーガズムが彼女を激しく襲った。彼女のまんこは彼を激しく締め付け、体は反り返り、脚は震えた。アンナは悲鳴を抑えるために手のひらを口に当てた。ポールはあと数回突き入れてから動きを止め、熱い精液を彼女の奥深くに注ぎ込んだ。彼の体は震え、指は彼女の腰に食い込んだ。

They sank slowly onto the worn, faded carpet between the stacks. Without a word, they lay side by side. His hand rested on her chest, her head on his shoulder. Breathing gradually steadied. Somewhere in the distance, footsteps echoed, but they didn't even stir.

Just the library's silence, their mingled breath, and a soft smile on Anna's lips. She turned her head and whispered, almost inaudibly:

「次は……もっと音の大きい本を持ってこよう、そうすれば落とすものがあるから」

Paul laughed quietly, pulling her closer.