“Oh my God,” she cries again, and as I prod my tongue into her entrance and reach the pad of my thumb to her clitoris, she explodes around me. The beautiful melody of her pleasure-filled cries fill the room at the same moment I hear the sound of the large wooden door opening.
“Dio mio!” a man's voice shouts, and in the next moment, the door closes with a deep slam behind him.
Despite our intrusion, I don’t stop my ministrations, determined to give Vinnie another orgasm as she rides out the last. It is my favorite thing to do—to see how quickly I can administer back-to-back climaxes.
Her knee presses against the side of my head as I push two fingers into her as deep as they’ll go from the angle I’m in, and I work them rapidly with the succession I know turns her body into putty.
“Sly…please,” she pants, her hands still fisting my hair. “We have to go.”
“Not before you come on my fingers,” I growl against her, refusing to remove my tongue from her skin. She tastes too sweet—I can’t get enough.
“Please,” Vinnie begs, this time pulling my hair roughly through her dress until I'm forced to bend my neck backward. Her dress slides down my face and my gorgeous wife comes into view looking flushed and driven to the point of madness.
I’m displeased to notice that she’s fixed the top of her dress, yet simultaneously relieved that the man who just walked in on us didn’t see my wife’s bare skin.
“Vincenza—” I warn, swirling my thumb around her clit. “One more.”
“I don’t want to come on your fingers. I want your cock.” Pushing from the library’s ladder, she lowers herself, forcing me to remove my fingers from her, and reaches for my belt. Frantically, she unbuckles me, using one hand to unbutton my pants as her other hand pushes past the resistance of the band and wraps around my cock.
Groaning, my eyes shutter closed and my head tips back, overwhelmed by the feeling of her skin against mine. I’m impossibly hard in her hand, and can’t resist the way my hips tilt into her grasp, chasing more of her touch. When the searing warmth of her lips wrap around my shaft, I nearly lose it.
Through hooded eyes, I watch as she takes me as deep into her throat as she can, working the base of me as she slides her mouth back and forth on my cock. Fisting her hair, I guide her a few more moments before pulling from her mouth. A string of saliva hangs from her lips to my cock as she looks up at me with wild eyes, and it makes me want to slam into her again and fill her throat.
But my wife has requested my cock, and I am here to do whatever it is she asks of me.
Together we stand, and immediately our mouths fuse together in a deep, wild kiss. She moans, sending vibrations into my own as I match it with a groan of equal fervor. As my tongue slides into her mouth, my fingertips grip the back of her thighsand lift her into my arms as I take the necessary steps back to flatten her against the bookshelf.
Trusting me to keep her steady, Vinnie reaches between us and pulls her underwear aside with one hand and with the other, she aligns my cock with her pussy. I don’t waste another second before pushing into her.
“Hang on, amore mio,” I command, and her arms instantly wind around my neck. Her legs tighten ever so slightly around my waist.
As her walls clench around my cock, I grab onto the shelves on either side of her head with both hands and begin pressing up into her, my speed gaining with every thrust.
I won’t be able to push my release off for long with the way her pussy is milking my cock so perfectly, tightening around it each time I push deeper. Her body is wound tightly, too. I can hear it in the way she moans, feel it in the way her nails bite into the back of my neck.
“I can’t fight it much longer, piccola ladra. You are too much of a temptation today, and as much as I’d like to take my time and make love to you amongst the classics, I won’t last.”
“Come with me, Sly. Together. Come with me.” Her eyes are closed as she captures my lips and kisses me relentlessly. It temporarily stuns me until she begins mewling against my mouth and I feel her body climaxing.
Fucking my wife deeply, I white-knuckle the shelves I am holding and crash into my own climax. It hits me powerfully and I see stars as I grunt through the release I know is painting the walls of her pussy.
I only allow a moment for my body to reach completion before all too quickly I’m pulling out of her, tucking myself into my pants so I can help her fix her underwear and dress.
Once my bride is presentable, I press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Come—we are past due with our time. Let’s go home before we get escorted off the premises.”
Vinnie’s eyes widen as I hold her hand, leading her to the door. “You don’t think?—”
“No, amore mio. I don’t. But let’s not risk it.” From over my shoulder, I wink at her and pull open the thick wooden door.
The hall is empty as we make our way to the front of the Biblioteca Capitolare, and we are almost to the exit when I hear a voice from behind me. “Mi scusi, signor e signorina Lucchetti. Se potessi, per favore—”Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Lucchetti. If you could please?—
“Quickly,” I tell Vinnie as I push open the door and we run out, laughing like we’re teenagers who were just caught in the janitor's closet. In a sense we are, just aged up and in a much more prestigious environment.
The door gives a shrill slam behind us as we jog down the three steps of the building and through the parking area. There’s a side street we turn down and continue to jog for a few more moments before stopping to catch our breath. It’s only then that we realize we’ve also been caught in a summer storm, which is perfectly reminiscent of our first true date.
Looking down at myself, my dark charcoal button-down is sticking to me like a second skin, my slacks equally as wet. I shake my head, laughing as beads of water go flying. When I look up at Vinnie, my breath hitches as I take in the state of her rain-soaked body.
Her sundress clings to her in ways I can only hope my body will later. Beads of water roll down into the valley of her breasts as her chest rises and falls. The tendrils of hair that frame her face stick to her, and her blue eyes blaze with unspoken need.
