I close my eyes as we walk into the building, the glass doors streak free as we enter, the musty smell hitting us both at the same time. It is a comfortable quiet, the shuffling of feet against carpet barely audible. I squeeze your hand tightly, a secret message going back and forth between us in our rhythm.

The tight white t-shirt clings to the curve of my breasts, no bra lines marring the simple smoothness. My shorts are almost too short, my long legs made to look longer by the skimpiness of the denim. Tiny strings hang from the material, tickling against sensitive skin right under my ass cheeks. I walk ahead of you, my hand trailing behind me, still locked with yours.

You stare at my legs, watching my ass move as as I walk. The t shirt is tied around my waist and you can see my lower back, your eyes tracing the curve, the slight indent. I look over my shoulder at you, smiling, biting the tip of my tongue as I catch you staring.

"Baby, I say, my voice whining a little as I wrinkle my nose up playfully. My eyes skim over you, your jeans tight in all the right places. Your black hoodie is soft and comfortable from being worn so often.

"Why are we here again," you ask, dragging your feet as we enter into the main lobby area. The shelves of books loom around us, the discolored spines stare at us, questioning our intentions. I giggle, the sound echoing off the high, empty ceilings.

"Because I have research to do. For my class," I say, untangling my fingers from yours gently. You let out a soft moan, not wanting to be there, ruining a perfectly good day when you could be outside. You watch me walk away, leaving me to look through magazines and books on my own. In a childish huff, you walk off, pouting.

I smile at you as I pick up books I need, setting them down on the table. I lean over, pushing my ass out, the shorts creeping up even higher, the cheeks of my ass peeking out. As I read, I mindlessly rock my hips back and forth, my ass wiggling slowly.

You look up from a magazine, seeing my body moving, my hair falling over my shoulders. Licking your lips, you just stare, watching as I move, unintentionally driving you crazy. The images run in your head, fast forward porn of all the things you'd do to me. Of all the things I'd let you do. Flashing pictures of our bodies, sweaty, moving, writhing together. You can almost hear the sounds, the whimpering, the moaning. Without realizing it, your jeans started to feel uncomfortable, tighter. Looking around, you try to see if anyone is watching so you can quickly adjust yourself.

I smile, biting my lip, feeling your eyes running over my body. I bent my leg, letting the tiny white sandal hang off of my toe, bopping it around a little. Your eyes trace the arch of my foot, tiny bits of summer grass stuck on the bottom. The tiny silver anklets slides around, the butterfly and musical notes dangling from the thin chain. You can almost feel the smoothness of my legs, the almond lotion having done its job in keep my skin soft.

You do not even realize you had risen from the chair until you were feet from me. Your hands moved on their own, brushing my hips gently, your fingers pushing into the denim band of my shorts.

I gasp softly, standing up, feeling your hips press against my ass. My eyes flutter closed as I sigh, feeling you rock me slowly back and forth. I press my hands to the table, keeping balance. Th slight roughness of the wood is hard against my skin, cool from the air conditioner they have cranked down to 60. I feel my nipples tighten, pressing against the soft fabric.

You rub your warm against my exposed back, the palms pressing slightly, forcing my knees to buckle a little, letting me know who was in control. I could feel my clit twitching, keeping in time with my heart. My eyes swim around the pages of the book, trying to focus, trying to push the moan away that threatens to pass by my lips.

You watch as the goose bumps rise up on my body, a visible shiver passing through my body. You move your hands around to my waist, nudging me to stand up.

I move slowly, your hands spanning my body possessively. I arch my back, pressing my ass into your hips. I lay my head on your shoulder, the smell of your cologne strong, engulfing me in your scent.My eyes clench shut as I feel your hands caress my stomach, your fingers raking across me slightly, the contrast sharp against the gentleness of your movements. I feel your fingers toying with the button on my shorts. My eyes snap open, remembering where we are.

"You can't do that here," I whisper, my voice hissing to keep quiet. My hand covers your quickly, pressing your hand to a standstill. I feel your fingers moving, tickling against me, trying to break free. I suppress a giggle and pull away, moving like a deer, hopping away from you as you follow, your hands grazing, brushing against my skin.

We hear a disapproving cough from the front desk, the librarian giving us a stern look. You stop, smiling with all the charm you had. Your eyes twinkle brightly as you silently apologize to the older woman, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the table, delving us deeper between the tall shelves of dusty books. The lighting seems to fade away, becoming dimmer to hide our secret, closing in on us as hands begin to explore the further we go.

We hit a wall covered in an old yellowed map, the books on the shelves covered in a thin layer of dust. Your hands find my hips, pulling me close to you.

"No one comes back here," you whisper, your mouth already close to my ear, hot on my skin.

"I know," I reply, my ass pushing back into you. My clit starts twitching, my thin panties already soaked from the excitement. I turn, looking at you, the fire hot in my eyes. You push me against the wall, my back hitting it hard. The moan rises in my throat as I watch you slowly unbutton my top, fingering each clear plastic button for what seems like ages. The moan pushes up in the back of my throat, a small whimper coming out. Your eyes flash to me, the threat loud and clear.

"You have to be quiet or we will get caught," you growl through clenched teeth, a smile playing at your lips as you push the thin white cotton away from my bare breasts, the air conditioner having done their job too well. My nipples are painfully hard, begging for your warm mouth. My hands flutter nervously around, not wanting to touch you, not wanting to guide you. I want to see where you will take this yourself.

You see my hands moving, full of questions. In a quick movement, you pin them to the wall next to my shoulders. A sharp intake of breathe followed by a soft moan lets you know it is exactly what I wanted from you.

"Mmhmm, you like that, don't you baby," you say, gripping my wrists tighter, pressing your body hard against mine. I can feel the softness of your hoodie brush against my skin. I shiver, my knees shaking a little. I bite my lip as you kiss me softly on the lips, the sparks lighting across our bodies at the same time. The grip on my wrists loosen as your fingers move down my arms, a fiery trail blazing where you touch.

Your hands finally come to rest on my hips, your fingers digging into my skin as our kiss deepens, our breathing jagged and harsh as we try to mesh our bodies together. My tongue teases against your lower lip, testing you to see if you want to move further, to take things higher, the let the passion and fire explore one another. I feel your tongue accept my invitation, initial hesitation replaced by aggression. Our lips bruise each other as the gentleness turns to want, straight forward need. Your hands hold my face tightly as my arms snake around you, my leg moving up around your waist, trying to pull you closer, impossibly closer.

You hand runs up my leg, sliding under the scrap of material I call shorts. You cup my ass, surprisingly bare. I feel your fingers tease along my tender wet pussy lips. I let out a soft moan, only to have your hand cover my mouth quickly. My eyes flash to you as your fingers move move, sliding in slowly, filling me. My leg buckles, my moan softened by your hand. I start rocking my hips, fucking your hand.

My mouth is hot on your hand, my hair pressed up rough against the wall. Your thumb finds my throbbing clit, quickly rubbing it , tiny circles that push me over the edge. You watch as my eyes roll back. You feel my pussy clenching tightly around your fingers. Your hand hides the deep moan I let out as I come hard against you, my back arching and bucking against you.

My breathing starts to calm down. I bite my lip as you slowly remove your fingers from my sopping wet pussy. My clit throbs slightly, the after shocks still running through my body, each tiny pulse rocking me slightly. You move your hand away from my mouth, the imprint slightly visible. My leg slides from your hand back to the floor. You raise your other hand, sliding one wettened finger into my mouth. I suck my juices from your finger, working it like I plan on working your cock.

You watch as your finger slides in and out, my lips pouty around it. I stare you in the eyes, knowing what you are thinking, imagining.

You watch as I smile in the afterglow of my orgasm. You laugh as I slide down the wall, kneeling on the floor. Your laugh quickly turns to deeper, more animal sounds as I undo your jeans. I pull out your cock, taking you in my mouth, my wet kitten tongue cradling it. My hands move around your body, clutching your ass tightly, pulling your hips toward me.

You fall forward, catching yourself on the wall. You look down, watching my head as I work my mouth's magic. You move your hands to my head, twirling my hair up into your hands, moving your hips with my rhythm, fucking my mouth gently. My finger dig in sharper, my nails cutting a little. You look down to see me, staring straight into your eyes.

My eyes are on fire, begging you to go faster, begging you silently to fill my mouth. You feel a shiver move up your body as you start moving, bucking a little faster. The soft whimpering coming from me almost pushes you over. You feel yourself on the brink of exploding, your body tight, shaking.

I stop sucking, your cock sliding out slowly. I look up at you, my eyes wide.

"Please, baby. I want this so bad," I say, my words slow and husky. I smile slightly as my mouth goes back to work, knowing the words only drive you higher. I close my eyes, relaxing in the rhythm and the soft moans we both make.

As I open my eyes, I see your cover you mouth tightly. I can taste you, the saltiness only a preview. I move my hand from your hip, cupping your balls, feeling them tighten as you explode in my mouth. I massage them, swallowing every drop as you come, licking my lips as you slide out.

I smile up at you, biting my lower. I slowly button my shirt.

"Ready to go," I ask, standing up.

"What about your research for class," you ask, running your hands over my hips. I giggle softly, pulling my hair into an impromptu ponytail.

"What research? I just came here to play. I don't even have anything due in that class," I say, turning and walking down the aisle, smiling at you over my shoulder.