Rachel moaned, maneuvering her fingers through his messed, silky strands, his faint, natural scent combining with the smell of dust and books over a hundred years old.

He tore his mouth away, panting. “Name another book.” He moved his hand up her skirt.

“Scott.” She pushed his hand from her silk panties, but died for him to go further.

He licked the tip of her nose. “Name…another…book.”

She closed her eyes. “What am I doing?”

“What you wanna do.” He slipped his hand in between the warmness of her thighs.

“Eat, Pray, Love.”

He sucked her ear as he spoke, “D-seven.”

Rachel headed for the D section. She scampered through aisles, passed the kids’ play room and came to the section by the computers. “D-seven.” She scanned the rows. “Please, please be here.” Her engorged nipples pressed against her bra cup. “Oh, thank you.” She found the book as Scott approached.

“Found it?” Desperation ruled his tone.

“Yeah.” Rachel threw it on the blue carpet, grabbed Scott by the face and ravished his lips with hers.

“Mm. Don’t stop,” he begged as she controlled the moment. “I want you right here.”

“It’s time to name another book,” she said between kisses.

He shoved her against the shelf, lifting her leg. “Fuck the books.” He kissed her, raising her skirt to her waist.

“I’m gonna name another book.” She moved his hand.

“Why?” he snapped.

“Because…” She huffed and puffed as he sucked her earlobe. “Then you can fuck me.”

He turned her loose. “Name it.”

She stood from the shelf, straightening her blouse.

He sweated. “Hurry, damn it.”

“The Big Sea by Langston Hughes.”

“We don’t have it.” He swiped his hand through the air, frowning.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He grabbed her.

“Wait. I still need to name another.”

“Rachel.”

“One more and you’ll convince me. Eh, Five Clothes to the Jew.”

“Langston Hughes again, huh?” He exhaled, chest heaving. “O-eight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He pushed her, traipsing in behind.

With her adrenaline flowing, Rachel raced to the other side of the library and came to the O section. “You better be right, Scott!” She tore through books, knocking them off shelves.

He reached the section. “Hey, you’re cleaning those up.”

“Yes!” Rachel got the book. “You’re amazing, Scott. Amazing!”

“Let me show you how amazing I can be.” He tossed the book out the aisle.

“Show me.”

He cradled her face, going in for a kiss.

“Wait.” She touched his chest. “We gotta use something.”

“I got something.” He kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out her mouth.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He held her against the shelf and unbuttoned her orange blouse as they sucked the tips of each other’s tongues. “You can trust me, Rachel.” He laid her blouse on the floor and then unlatched her white, satin bra. “I promise I’ll do anything to protect you.”

He freed her size C’s from the bra and spread those long fingers across her breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, touching his scalp. “I’ve wanted you since you first came to my house.”

“When you were flirting?” He chuckled, massaging her breasts. “How does this feel?”

“Good.” She leaned back on the shelf, moaning. “Kiss ‘em.”

Scott kissed her breast, tracing his tongue along the brown areola.

“Yes.” She got that swishing motion in her stomach as if she were falling over a cliff. “Yes, Scott.”

He licked her nipple, slow and steady.

She arched her back, hoping he’d take her entire breast into his mouth.

He delivered loud, hungry smacks back and forth to both nipples, making them shine with his saliva.

“Come here.” Rachel gave him another intense kiss, pulling his shirt off along the way. She instigated another tongue-on-tongue battle and then unbuckled his belt and beige slacks. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve had fantasizes about having sex in places but a library wasn’t one of them.”

“Oh no?” He snickered.

“I bet doing it in a library is your biggest fantasy.”

“No.” He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. “You’re my biggest fantasy.” He pulled her up straight and got on his knees in front of her. “I’m your servant tonight.”

She smiled, her pussy swirling like a washing machine.

“Anything you want…” He slid her skirt off and then removed her panties. “I’ll do.”

The breeze hit her bush, reminding her she was buck-naked in a library.

Before she could command, Scott placed her leg over his shoulder, his tongue finding her clit with ease.

She squealed as his mouth awoke the deepest nerves in her pussy.

Scott pried her vulva apart with his fingers, shoving his tongue inside her opening.

“Don’t stop.” She held his head in place, wondering how she got to this point in time.

Before Scott brought her to the promise land, he lay her flat on the prickly carpet, pulling off his white boxers.

Rachel rocked on the floor, spreading her arms apart. “I’m gonna explode.”

“Don’t explode until I’m inside you.” He massaged his puffy, pink dick. “Promise me you won’t.”

“You better hurry and get inside me then.” Wetness gushed from her opening. “I’ve never wanted someone so much. How can this be happening?”

“It’s true love, Rachel.” He kissed around her belly button. “Don’t you believe in fairy tales?”

She smiled, breathless. “I do now.”

He got a condom from his pants pocket.

Rachel moaned, his tongue tending to her pussy once more.

“Oh.” Rachel pulled him on top of her, bearing the weight of his girth against her pelvis. “I want you inside me, Scott,” she whispered, swallowing to comfort her dry throat. “Please.”

“Will you let me in?” He stroked her head, longing in his eyes. “Will you promise to let me be there for you from now on?”

“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. “I promise.”

“Turn around.” He sucked her breasts. “And, get on your knees.”

Panting, Rachel followed the request.

“I love that view.” Scott kissed her buttocks, teasing her pussy again.

“Please, Scott.” She widened her knees. “Make love to me.”

He entered slow, maneuvering himself to her curves.

“Ah.” Rachel balled her fists against the carpet as the smoothness of the condom rubbed against her walls. “Yes, Scott. Oh…yes.”

He held her waist and pumped, his ball sack bumping her pussy with each thrust. “Uh.” He groaned. “Rachel.”

She pushed against him, gaining control. “Is it better than you thought it was?”

“Oh yes.” He pumped steady, fucking her like a boss. “Not too loose and not too tight. Just right.” He moaned. “Just right.”

“I’ve never fucked a librarian before.” She laughed. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“The night after I met you…” He grunted. “All I could think about was being inside you.”

“Are you…oh.” The friction between the floor and her knees caused slight rug burn. “Are you disappointed?”

“No.” He sucked her shoulder, fucking her faster. “I’m falling for you.” He rose, grabbed her shoulder and rode, hard and tender.

She sucked in air, the fullness from her pussy subsiding. “I’m coming.” She lay over, ass straight in the air. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”

Scott howled. “Oh!”

“Yes.” Rachel held her breath, her stomach uncoiling as she let go. “Oh!” She jerked as an intense rush traveled her legs, causing her toes to spread. “Oh, Scott.”