Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
I’d roll my eyes, but his shirt is off now and I’m close to drooling. It was one thing to see his body in a beach picture, but up close? He definitely wasn’t using any filters to make himself look better, that’s all I know. I step forward like a woman possessed and touch him, letting my hands run down the hard planes of his abs. Then my hands are on his boxers, and I look up at him as I slide them down his legs, letting his cock jerk free.
And oh. It’s so much better than I hoped. I drop to my knees, dragging my palm over his cock as he groans. Pre-cum beads at the tip from my touch, and without a moment’s hesitation, I lick it off with my tongue.
He jerks against me, and I relish the feeling. I’m the one giving him that pleasure. Me. Liberty, the nerdy librarian. I lean forward and wrap my lips around the tip, loving the taste of him and how he slides easily into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans above me. “That mouth.”
I grin at the memory of our first meeting, now determined to push him completely over the edge. I run my tongue in circles over the tip, then flatten it, giving him a long lick. As I do, I take his balls in my hand, massaging my thumb in circles over the sensitive areas that make his toes curl against the rug.
Then, when I think he can’t stand it any longer, I take him into my mouth. As much of him as I’m able to, anyway, I’m a librarian, not a porn star. He’s so hard and firm, and I’m soaking my panties just from how it feels to suck him. He pumps gently into my mouth, one hand fisted in my hair. I can tell he’s trying to hold off, but he’s finding it difficult. Because of me. Because of how badly he wants me.
I love every second of it.
Suddenly, he pulls back, the hand in my hair dragging my mouth off his dick as he grunts. A second later he’s lifted me off the floor and into his arms. Just like when we kissed, I wrap my legs around him, but this time, his pants are not in the way of his perfect cock pressing flush against my center. I moan at the sensation of the feel of him against me, needing more than ever to have him inside of me.
He walks us into his bedroom and drops me onto his giant bed, the one I’ve fantasized about being in approximately a thousand times. He’s standing in front of me, panting with lust.
“Liberty,” he says, yanking the demure pencil skirt I’m wearing up to my waist. “Are you not wearing any panties?”
I bite my lip as I look up at him and shake my head. I’m more than blushing at this point. I’m just a human ball of want.
“I figured it might be part of your… sexy nerd fantasy,” I tell him. “You know. Imagining what was beneath my prim librarian attire.”
He shakes his head in disbelief. At first, I think I’ve fucked up, but then a smile cracks over his face. He leans onto the bed, his face inches from mine. “And you thought my feelings about you might be mixed?”
Before I can answer, his head’s dropped between my legs, one hand fisting the fabric of my skirt. I gasp as his tongue brushes against my folds and then swirls over my aching clit. Never, not in my life, has a man licked me like this. So brazenly or so hungrily. But I don’t have time to process it because his head’s moving, up and down, and then he’s sucking on my clit in a way that I don’t have words for.
Which is troublesome, what with the librarian major. But—
Oh, God, he slides a finger inside of me. I’m so wet, so slick, that he slides in easily, pumping inside of me while his tongue circles me again and again.
I come undone in a single moment, crying out his name and riding a wave of pleasure that I don’t know if I’ll ever come down from. My body shakes and aches, and his finger and tongue continue doing the Lord’s work as my breathing hitches and I come. I’m not sure I don’t black out a little and only after I press my hand to his temple does he look up and pause.
I don’t have the ability for speech, so I settle for grunting something that sounds like ‘please’ while fisting my hand in his hair, trying to move him higher.
Thankfully, he understands. He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out one of the condoms, ripping the package with his teeth before sliding it over his cock. Then he manhandles me enough to reach the zipper on my skirt so he can finally yank it off and toss it to the side. His eyes run down my body, just like they did that first day.