His Librarian

He prowled the stacks looking for her. The sweet librarian with an innocent face and a mouth-watering body. Her round curves flitted through his mind as he stalked down another aisle. Where the hell was she?

Everything about her made him crazy with need. The sweet upturn of her nose, the thick fall of her hair down her back, the wicked light that entered her eyes every time he walked in. His mind stuttered and his jeans grew impossibly tight as he pictured her perfect breasts pressed to the front of her blouse. He completed the mental picture of her peeling off that shirt and him filling his palms with her flesh.

It was purely by chance he’d stopped into this library a month ago. He’d been looking for a specific book for his dissertation and this one had it in circulation. She’d been standing at the desk half hidden and he’d nearly gasped when he took her in. It was her mouth that almost brought him to his knees. He couldn’t help picturing her petal-soft lips wrapped tight around him, sucking the come right from his body. He’d been hooked since.

It was a weekly thing for him to show up and talk to her. He’d find some book he had no plans on reading just to have an excuse to talk to her. She made him feel possessive and aggressive. It was the way she looked at him, like she was just waiting for him to make a move. He’d been trying to go slow though, didn’t want to scare her away since he knew how dominant he could be. That caution died when his brave librarian left him a note in his last book saying she wasn’t going to wait around for him to pick up her hints. She was going to look for someone else if he wasn’t interested.

A low growl reverberated through his chest as he moved along. She was forcing him to act and act he would. His hand itched to heat that fat ass of hers, spanking her until she was begging him. Just the thought of her naked and bent over his knee hiked his arousal to almost unbearable levels. He needed to find her now.

Aw, he caught a whiff of that heady perfume she wore. It was like warm cinnamon that he could taste on his tongue. He followed her scent to the back reference cases and stopped dead when he saw her bent over shelving books. His jaw dropped at the sight of her thighs encased in her tight, black skirt.

He found his voice. “You must’ve knew I was coming to see ya.”

She stiffed, but straightened up slowly. When she turned her face was a little nervous. “I didn’t figure you’d get that message. You’ve not read any of the others.”

“How many have you left me?” He moved closer to her and watched as she licked her lips. Nervous, but not scared, good.

“Since the first time you checked out a book. I knew you weren’t really there for information on microbiology or Feng Shui.”

“Why didn’t you say something then? You had to know how much I wanted you?”

He was close enough to feel the heat coming off her body. She trembled when he traced a finger down her cheek, but didn’t back away. Very good, he thought.

She swallowed before answering, but her voice came out a husky whisper.”Because I wasn’t sure. You were always so nice and I didn’t want to blurt out that I wanted you in case I was wrong.”

His eyebrows climbed to his hair-line at her words. Nice? He’d been called a lot of things, but nice wasn’t one of them. Perhaps it was time he let his librarian know what he wanted.

He moved closer forcing her to step back until he had her pressed between him and the wall. Her breath quickened as he settled his hips into her soft belly. She looked up into his eyes allowing him to see the arousal lurking in hers.

“I think it’s time I dispelled a few rumors about myself before we get going.” He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I’m not nice and it’s about time you stop pretending you are, too.”

7 comments

  1. When did you write this? Is this an excerpt from a larger work that you’ve already written? I think it’s very good, and no, I don’t throw my praise around like confetti at a parade. In fact, if anything, I tend to not read enough of the erotic writing that other bloggers are creating here on WordPress, or comment as much as I should, when I do.

    1. No, this actually was just a piece of flash I wrote a while again. I’m working on longer, novel length pieces at the moment. And thanks! I could direct you to some excellent writers of a caliber far greater than my own. I try to write and put up erotica that I feel first. The genre itself is easy to mess up so I try (and sometimes fail) to put out decent things. Thank you for commenting!

  2. Just read this on a whim and I have to say I agree with the first comment – I don’t comment on fiction that often and on blogs in general even less but this is surprisingly engaging and good, and I say that as someone who has read, commented on and enjoyed visiting your blog for quite some time now (albeit formerly under the name Spider42)
    Nice work.

      1. I get that – I don’t know what it is about librarians… I mean I get it but there’s just something about a smart, well-read woman that I find amazing and if she’s classy/elegant/cool but also capable of being “not nice” as the story puts it, well that’s just to die.

      2. I guess in my case I like that basic pattern in both men and women in a sense… proper, intelligent, classy and such in general (I’m a little old fashioned in regards to certain “manners” and ideas of how to comport oneself), not because there’s anything wrong with being brash or loud or crass, just don’t often feel the need for it as a norm – and in contrast, I like the intensity and fire to come out in things like your private life.
        I suppose that the sexy librarian is a great representation of this concept. 🙂

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