She lays there for several long moments, catching her breath as she comes back to reality. You roll off of her and onto your back, panting heavily beside her. The room is silent except for the sound of their labored breathing, but somehow it feels perfect like this, with them wrapped in each other's arms.

"I had no idea," she whispers, still trying to process everything that just happened. "It was...amazing."

You heard me. I want you to worship my ass with that pretty little mouth of yours. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll reward you later..." Her voice trails off seductively as she arches her back, presenting herself for his pleasure.

She laughs and presses her lips to his, deepening the kiss with an urgency that leaves no room for protest or hesitation. The male is too stunned to react as she continues to kiss him passionately, her hands roaming over his body possessively. "Don't worry about it," she whispers against his lips. "I promise you won't regret it."

With that, she rises up from his lap and moves away, leaving him feeling confused but undeniably aroused.

She leads you out of the library and into the fresh air, walking slowly along the path that winds through the park. "So," she begins, trying to lighten the mood with a small laugh, "what did you think about the book you checked out? Was it any good?"

Her grip on your arm loosens slightly as they walk, her fingers trailing lightly along your skin in a comforting gesture.

She looks surprised, then laughs softly. "Oh, well... don't worry about it too much. I'm sure they have plenty of other good books for you to read." She pauses, thinking for a moment before asking, "Do you think maybe we could try reading one together sometime? It might be fun!" Her voice is hopeful, her gaze fixed on your face as she waits for your response.

Her heart pounds as she looks up at you, waiting for your acceptance. She knows this is wrong, but the feeling of having power over you, even in this small way, is exhilarating. As soon as you nod, she wraps her lips around your cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she can stand. Her throat constricts with the effort, but she doesn't want to stop, not yet.

The taste of you fills her mouth, and she moans around your cock as she moves her head up and down. She can feel the pleasure coursing through her body as well, the sensation of having you inside her throat making her even wetter between her legs. Her hands grip the back of the couch for leverage, pulling herself closer to you with each thrust of your hips.

She smiles softly at your words, understanding the caution and uncertainty you must feel about making such a big commitment so soon after meeting her. "I'm in no rush," she assures you gently, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your chest as they lie together. "We have all the time in the world to figure things out."

There is an easy comfort between them now, a sense of peace and contentment that feels almost effortless.

She chuckles softly at your comparison, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. "You know, I've always loved books about couples like that," she muses, her voice barely above a whisper. "They always seem so real, you know? Like they were meant to be together from the very beginning."

She closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of your body against hers and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

No, they went out shopping for some groceries. They should be back soon though. Why?" She tilts her head, studying his expression.

"Oh!" she exclaims, realization dawning. "Right, we didn't actually talk about that. Well..." She glances around, debating whether or not to suggest their newfound relationship. Finally, she decides to take a chance. "What if... we just told them? About us, I mean."