"I don't know what to say," she said, staring at me with stars in her eyes. "This is either very romantic or you just suck. How did I not know all this stuff?"
"I wasn't ready for you to. I may not have thought about you during sex with other women, but I thought about you pretty much every other time. I may be the lowest of the low, but you've always been first in my world, Stace. I've thought about kissing you from the moment I first saw you and I haven't stopped since," I said, my eyes dropping to her lips.
She turned away from me and went back to reading. Once she got over the shock, she started laughing. Then crying. Then a combination of the two until she'd exhausted the contents of the website.
"So now what? It'll be midnight in fifty three minutes," I said, checking my watch. "What do you want to do with what's left of our anniversary?"
There I was, saying the word anniversary to her. Something we both expressly avoided all night. I was nervous though, laying everything bare before her like that. I had no idea how she would react once she had had time to think it through.
As I sat there, getting in my own head about everything, I almost missed her drawing closer to unbuckle my belt.
"I'm going to show you the lingerie I bought for tonight but only if," she said, unzipping my pants and pulling my dick out. "You sit very still and let me make you come. If you touch me or move even an inch, I'll stop."
I looked around the room. It was a Saturday and the semester had just ended, so obviously it was empty. My eyes landed on the open door as her fingers wrapped around my dick.
"Stacy Kendrick, are you going to jerk me off in a library? I thought this place was your church," I whispered, taking slow breaths as she worked her fist up and down my dick.
"You're too fixated on what other people want. Enjoy yourself, Scott. Enjoy me," she said, pulling the straps of her dress down her shoulders. "I plan to do a lot of worshipping tonight."
Her black bra came into view, her ample breasts spilling out of their cups.
"Hell Stace, you really are a freak," I said, my eyes alternating between the door and her fist tightening around my dick as it hardened in her hand. "Am I allowed to make requests?"
She bent over, showing off her cleavage as she slowly increased the pace and pressure. Not touching her was driving me crazy, but I was in heaven. Then she shimmied out of her dress and let it drop to the floor.
"Shit Stace, come on," I said, inhaling sharply. "At least close the door," I said, now paranoid about her standing in a public space half naked.
"Can't. Busy," she whispered against my lips.
I was painfully aware of her. The scent of her shampoo, every bit of her semi naked body, her tongue sliding up against my lips, her erect nipples right there for the claiming and of course her fist now pumping mercilessly up and down my dick. I was delirious with pleasure. Letting someone focus on me alone was humbling. She had me in the palm of her hand. Literally. Her eyes never left mine.
"Anything else you want, Scottie?" she asked, leaving teasing kisses along my neck.
"Bra," I said, my head falling back. "I want to see your tits."
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn't ask for that. There was still that open door to think about. But that scrap of fabric was taunting me. It was all I could do to stay glued to my seat and not thrust violently into her hand.
"Whatever you want baby," she said, laying her mouth fully on mine in a deep, slow kiss.
Every time she touched me somewhere different, I was convinced I would blow my load. I wasn't quite ready for her to stop though. I felt the loss of her warmth when she let go of my dick.
"Why did you— oh, that's why," I groaned, watching her unhook her bra, now on her knees before me, her mouth descending on my dick. "Fucking hell, that's good, Stace," I called out, looking down at her head bobbing up and down in my lap as she squeezed and fondled her breasts.
She took the bra off, then tossed it up at me, sucking hungrily on my dick.
"Damn, I can't, I can't take much more," I said, soft moans coming out of her mouth as she played with her nipples. "I am going to fuck you, you know that don't you?"
It came out like a threat, one I fully intended to make good on. In all my life, I had never seen a woman enjoy sucking me off the way she was. It turned me on so much just how taken she was with what she was doing to me. I had to grab onto the arm rests because I couldn't take it anymore.
"Coming Stace," I warned her, mere seconds before she took me deep down her throat and let me finish inside her. "That's new," I said, breathing heavily, holding on for dear life until there was nothing left in my dick.
She pulled back slowly, dragging my sensitive dick out of her mouth, wiped the corners of her mouth, got up and stepped back into her dress like nothing had happened. I grabbed her. She had her dress halfway up, around her waist. I pulled her down into my lap, shoving my face between her breasts, lapping at her nipples. Roughly kneading her breasts.
"That was so fucking hot," I said, still so turned on I couldn't stop touching her.
"You were such a good boy," she said, our mouths meeting in a hungry, open mouth kiss.
She straddled me, her mouth clashing with mine over and over.
I picked her up and laid her down on the desk, in between computers, planting sloppy kisses all over her body.
"I want inside you so badly," I said, slipping my hand under her dress and onto her wet panties.
She kissed me again, her fingers fumbling with the fabric of my shirt. I pulled her panties down to her ankles hurriedly, then got in between her legs. Three of my fingers slid into her effortlessly.
"Not here," she said, pulling herself up.
"Don't do this to me, Kendrick. Don't make me leave your pussy," I said, slipping in and out of her, finger fucking her slowly.
"Scott," she said with a sigh. "I want something else," she managed to say as I laid my mouth on her clit.
"For fuck's sake, can't this wait?" I begged.
She tasted so sweet, felt so tight around my fingers.
"Already waited seven years," she said, pulling my head back up to hers to kiss me sweetly.
When she asked like that, how could I rush h
er?
"Alright, Stace," I said in between kisses. "Tell me where you want it."