“We are going to work off that tension and clear your mind,” I inform her with all the authority of a professor telling the class about their upcoming syllabus.
I take a moment to lave my tongue against her left nipple, teasing the metal bar in it. “Do you have any idea how obsessed I am with your piercings? How convenient they aren’t silver, so I don’t scald myself on them.”
Then I push up her tank, leaning over to nibble on her jeweled navel ring and press my tongue into the small, sensitive indent. Her hips roll. She’s an innie, and I’m obsessed with filling every part of her.
I rub more insistently through the thin panties, feeling the wetness spreading under my touch. Fuck, I’m hard for her.
She lets out a mewl. “I’m allergic to silver.”
Then I drop down to one knee, pulling her hips right to the edge of the table. I flatten my tongue against those panties and drag it up and down. Red’s head drops back, arms bracing behind her.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes.
“In a minute,” I promise.
Hooking a finger in her panties and dragging them to the side, I lick up her bare, exposed sex and her hips jerk.
“What a coincidence. They also make me wonder if you’ve ever thought of piercing your delicious little clit.” With that I wrap my lips around her bud and suckle it gently but persistently.
This time, her groan of pleasure is strangled. She’s like an instrument and I’m the musician. I’m learning what touch, lick, and suck produce which pitch and length of note. And once I’ve learned all the notes, I’m going to pound out a symphony from her.
Inserting a finger while I suckle her clit, I pump it in and out of her wet hole. It evokes a higher, tighter note from her. I add another finger and the timbre drops. I speed up my sucking and the pace of my probing fingers, now covered in her sweetness. And she is caught on a note, moaning it out in one long strand.
My music is cut off abruptly, and I catch her wide eyes trained on the window. With a quick glance, I see the back of someone examining the books on the shelf right outside the room. They could turn and see us at any second. I growl into Red's sweet pussy, discontent that the song I’ve been composing has been interrupted.
Her hands try to still my head, but I’m too busy with my concert to abide. I nip her swollen, sensitive bud and she gives a little yip. The browser finally moves away from the window and Red relaxes, but only a fraction.
Pumping even faster, I force her to pant and moan. It rises in pitch again and comes out in short, staccato bursts as she gets closer to release. Looking up at her, I’m instantly fucking enchanted. Eyes shut tight in concentration; I watch her pushing toward what she wants so badly. I instinctively eat her faster, and my pace turns punishing.
Her hips jerk and twist against me as she gasps over and over, fighting for breath. Her thighs tremble violently. I greedily lap at her desire as it rushes out. So sweet, so sinful, I could make a meal of her. I’d eat her out morning, noon, and night.
Once her hips and legs sag, I stand. I quickly take out my hard cock and enter her dripping pussy. My favorite groan yet comes out as I push in.
Heaven wraps around me with scalding heat and I want to die right here.
“So fucking big,” she whispers, and I can’t help the self-satisfied grin that spreads on my face. Her thighs already tremble, but I want to make them shake like an earthquake hit her cunt. My fingers pluck and squeeze at her pierced nipples, making her squirm.
She’s so tight, and I slam into her relentlessly until she can’t think about her studies, about the past, or anything else but me driving into her.
Soon, she’s coming around me with silent gasping cries as she milks me. But before I can join her in orgasm, she pushes me off and I fall into one of the chairs. Then Red is there on her knees before me, choking down my big cock.
It’s as if this girl was made for me. Whether she’s throwing a punch at me, diving into her work, vibrating with anxiety, or deep throating me, it’s undeniable this girl is larger than life. It’s why she feels too much, because sheistoo much. She’s everything. The world can’t contain all her ferocity, her intensity, and desire.
But I can. I want all of it so badly. I want her to overwhelm me with her fears, her feelings, and with her tongue, exactly like she’s doing right now. I squirm under her as I forget how to breathe.Fucking witchtits, how is she even doing that?
My hands wrap up in her velvet hair of fire as I lose all sense of reality. There is only Red, my new gravity. She sucks me like a pro and I was already on the edge. “Oh fuck, I’m going to . . . ”
I try to warn her, but she only takes me deeper down the back of her throat as I come. Her nails dig into my hips as they jerk erratically, releasing the intense buildup. It’s so good, the marrow in my bones must have melted right out of me.
When I manage to crack an eye open, Red is dabbing the corner of her mouth with her thumb like she just finished an excellent meal.
Holy faefucks. I think I’m in love.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, no.
I slam the doors down on my emotions. Emptying my face of any expression, I can’t let her know something is up. I take my time zipping my pants back up to give myself a moment to fully gain control over myself.
I assist Red to her feet and help her get dressed quickly. “We don’t want to get caught,” I whisper. Only a few minutes ago, I wouldn’t have cared if the whole of the librarian staff filed in. I still wouldn’t have stopped. But now, I’m desperate to get out of this room, and away from the thought I released into it.
