Folie tugged me away from the main hall, her grip firm on my hand as we veered into a dimly lit corner of the library, tucked behind towering stacks of forgotten archives. The air here was thicker, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through high windows, and the distant hum of voices faded to a murmur.
My heart hammered in my chest, a wild mix of nerves and excitement churning inside me— this was reckless, public in a way that made my skin prickle, but the thrill of it only fueled the ache between my legs. She'd chosen this spot deliberately, secluded enough for privacy but with the edge of exposure that sent adrenaline spiking through my veins.
Her fingers released mine only to trail up my back, tracing teasing patterns down my spine through the thin fabric of my sweater. Each light stroke sent shivers racing across my skin, her touch dominant yet tender, like she was mapping every inch of me for her own pleasure. I arched into it instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips as her nails grazed just hard enough to raise goosebumps.
'You feel that?' she murmured, her voice low and rough, pressing her body flush against mine from behind. Her cock, still straining against her slacks, nestled insistently against the curve of my ass, the heat of it seeping through our clothes like a promise of what was coming. I nodded, biting my lip to stifle a moan, the pressure making my pussy clench with need.
The tension between us built like a storm, emotional undercurrents swirling—her acceptance of my confession earlier, the way she'd softened for me, making this feel like more than just lust.
She spun me around gently, her hands sliding to my shoulders, eyes locking onto mine with that intense, teasing gaze. The bulge in her pants throbbed against my thigh as she pulled me closer, our breaths mingling in the charged space.
'I've wanted this since the café,' she whispered, her breath heavy and warm against my ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin there.
'To feel you come undone for me, Britany. To give you that story you need.' Her words wrapped around my heart, stirring the vulnerability I'd shared, blending the raw physical pull with something deeper, more intimate. I leaned into her, my hands fisting in her shirt, the scent of her—musky arousal mixed with the faint vanilla of her skin—filling my senses.
Slowly, deliberately, her fingers moved to the buttons of my blouse, undoing them one by one with agonizing patience. Each pop of fabric revealed more of my skin to the cool library air, my breasts heaving with every ragged breath. She pushed the blouse open, exposing my lace bra, and her eyes darkened with hunger as she traced the edge of the cup with her thumb.
'So beautiful,' she breathed, the promise in her voice making my core tighten. I whimpered softly, the emotional weight of her gaze hitting me hard—this wasn't just fucking; it was her seeing me, all of me, and wanting it anyway. Her mouth followed her hands, lips pressing hot kisses along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts, her tongue flicking out to taste my skin.
Her dominant hands explored every curve then, bold and possessive, sliding down my sides to grip my hips. She tugged my skirt up inch by inch, the fabric bunching around my waist until my bare thighs were exposed, the air kissing my damp panties. I trembled under her touch, legs parting slightly as her fingers dipped between them, brushing over the soaked fabric.
'You're dripping for me already,' she said, her voice husky with approval, a finger pressing against my clit through the lace, circling slowly. The sensation shot pleasure straight to my core, my hips bucking forward, chasing more. Emotions flooded me—gratitude for her tenderness amid the dominance, the way she made me feel desired and safe in this forbidden corner.
I reached down, palming her cock through her slacks, feeling it twitch and harden further under my hand, the thickness making my mouth water and my pussy throb in anticipation.
Folie groaned low in her throat, her free hand cupping my face to pull me into a fierce kiss, tongues tangling with urgent need. She broke away just long enough to unbuckle her belt, the sound sharp in the quiet space, then shoved her slacks down enough to free her cock.
It sprang out, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum, and I stared, mesmerized, the daydream from the café crashing back in vivid detail. She hooked her fingers into my panties, yanking them aside, and positioned herself at my entrance, the tip nudging my slick folds.
'Tell me you want this,' she demanded softly, her eyes searching mine, that mix of command and care making my chest ache with feeling.
'I do,' I whispered, voice breaking on the words, my hands clutching her shoulders. 'Please, Folie—fill me.' With a slow, controlled thrust, she slid inside me, inch by inch, stretching my walls around her girth. The burn of it was exquisite, pleasure blooming deep as she bottomed out, her cock buried to the hilt.
I cried out, muffled against her neck, my body clenching around her in wild, urgent waves. She held still for a moment, letting me adjust, her hands stroking my back in soothing circles, the tenderness contrasting the fullness that had me seeing stars. Then she began to move, shallow thrusts that built the heat between us, each one igniting sparks of ecstasy that rippled through my limbs.
Our rhythm synced quickly, her hips snapping forward with restrained power, my back arching to meet her. The library's shadows hid us, but the risk of discovery heightened everything—the creak of a nearby shelf, a faint footstep echoing far off—making my pulse race.
Sweat beaded on our skin, her breaths coming in heavy pants against my ear as she whispered more promises, 'Gonna make you come so hard, Britany... give you everything.' Emotions tangled with the physical rush, my heart swelling at her words, the connection we'd forged making each thrust feel profound.
My nails dug into her arms, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, but she wasn't done yet, her pace quickening just enough to tease the edge without pushing me over.