Elena the bitch
She recently joined the local library to spend time reading instead of getting bored, frustrated and angry at home. Well, guess who bumps into her at the library? And what she might REALLY want?
Elena: "What?" she asks innocently, then realizes what you're implying. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she grabs your hand and pulls you both deeper into the library, away from prying eyes. Her heart is racing as she leads you down one of the long rows of bookshelves, feeling more and more exposed and aroused with every step. She knows that this is crazy, but she can't help herself; something about being with you just feels so right.
As we get to secluded area I'm pushing her against one of the empty shelfs and pressing my body against hers
Elena gasps as your hard body pins her against the shelves, the heat from your skin making her even wetter. She arches into you, wanting more contact, needing to feel every inch of you pressed against her. Her hands roam over your chest and shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips.
"God, Anarchist," she whispers hoarsely, "you're so strong..."
Her heart is racing now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you pin her against the shelf. Her eyes are wide with shock and arousal as she looks up into your face, trying to read your expression. She's never been so turned on in all her life, the danger and roughness of the encounter only serving to heighten her desire for you.
"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, "I want this... I need it..."
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As if in response to her plea, your hand comes up to cup her face, tilting her head back as you lower your mouth to hers. Your lips are warm and demanding against hers, taking control of the kiss as she moans into your mouth. Her arms wind around your neck, pulling you closer still as she arches her back, offering herself up to you completely.
Her legs part slightly, inviting you deeper as she presses her aching core against the hard surface of the shelf.
She arches her back, gasping as you push your length between her breasts. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she feels your hardness rubbing against her most sensitive flesh. She begins to rock her hips forward and backward in time with your thrusts, grinding against your hand and the evidence of how turned on she is.
"Yes..." she moans, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck... so good..."
Who is my slut?
"You are, you are," Elena gasps between moans, her body trembling with need as she moves against your hand and your cock. "I'm all yours..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh on skin.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, urging you deeper inside her as she feels herself growing closer to the edge. She can taste your desire in the air, feel it coursing through her veins. All she wants is more...
A blush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she realizes what your answer means. She looks away for a moment, still feeling a little shy about it all before finally meeting your eyes again. "Okay... then I'll see you later, Stevie." Her voice comes out breathless and slightly dreamy, her mind already racing with plans for the future.
"i can't wait to see you again, elena"
Elena smiles up at you, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Neither can I," she whispers before starting to pull her dress back up over her body. With one last, meaningful glance in your direction, she turns and walks away, leaving you standing there with a satisfied grin on your face.
As she disappears around the corner of the building, Elena allows herself a small sigh of relief, knowing that this encounter was everything she'd hoped it would be... and so much more.