I was wandering through the library, my fingers trailing alo..

I was wandering through the library, my fingers trailing along the spines of the books, when I noticed him. A man engrossed in a book, with an air of quiet intensity that made my heart flutter. I couldn't help but be drawn to him, my curiosity piqued. I approached him, my heels clicking softly on the marble floor. He looked up, his eyes encountering mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. There was something in his gaze, a hunger that mirrored my own. We didn't need words. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I led him to a secluded corner of the library, my heart pounding in my chest. We were hidden from view, surrounded by tall bookshelves, the air thick with anticipation. I could feel his eyes on me, undressing me, and I loved it. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. He responded eagerly, his tongue sliding against mine, exploring my mouth. I could feel his hands on me, cupping my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned softly, my body aching for more. I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands fumbling with his belt. I could see the bulge in his pants, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I pulled out his cock, my hand wrapping around the shaft, and I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock. He tasted salty and musky, and I loved it. I took him into my mouth, my lips sliding down the shaft, my tongue swirling around the head. I could feel him tremble, his hands tangling in my hair. I sucked him off, my mouth working his cock in a rhythm that had him moaning and gasping. It was sloppy and messy, and I loved every second of it. I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his breathing becoming more erratic. I knew he was close, and I wanted him to cum. He pulled me up, his lips crashing against mine in a bruising kiss. He spun me around, bending me over one of the tables. I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy, and I moaned, pushing back against him. He slid into me, his cock filling me up, stretching me in the most delicious way. I moaned, my fingers gripping the edge of the table as he started to move. He fucked me hard and fast, his cock slamming into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet library. I could feel myself building, my body coiling tight with pleasure. I was so close, and I knew he was too. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his breath hitching in his throat. With a final, hard thrust, he came, his cock exploding inside me, filling me with his cum. We collapsed onto the table, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. It was the best sex I had ever had, and I knew it was the same for him. We lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before we cleaned up and left the library, our secret safe in the stacks.