I skim my hand down her body until it hits the band of her leggings. Tracing my finger along the edge, I lean in close. "I’m dying to get started, Jos. But if you want to show me how you do it, I’m happy to watch."
"Okay, good," she says, as I bury my face in her neck and give her a kiss.
"But, Van?"
"Mmmhmm?"
"You’ve got to give me some space and let me work."
"That’s no fun," I complain, hugging her close. "I want to be right here holding you, Jos. I want to hear the sounds you make, feel the way your body reacts as you bring it to the edge again and again. Fuck. I’m already hard, just thinking about it. Goddamn."
Josie looks over her shoulder at me, blushing. "We need to do the edging before we can get to the good stuff."
"I know what edging means, Jos."
"Ok," she says, pulling away from my embrace and rubbing her hands together in anticipation. "So you take that shelf across the aisle and I’ll get this one. When we get to the end of the row, we’re done. Oh, maybe you should take the top row and I’ll get the bottom row. That makes more sense," she says, bending down.
"What are you doing?" I ask, standing in a library with a raging hard-on, watching my girlfriend crouch down next to a shelf and trail her fingers over a row of books.
"Edging," she says before getting back to it. "You know, pulling each book to the edge of the shelf so they’re all lined up evenly."
"That is not what edging means," I tell her, adjusting myself.
"Yes, it is," she says, getting down on all fours in front of the lowest shelf and pulling each book forward an inch or two. God, her ass is perfect, all heart-shaped and round. I want to reach for it, to squeeze it. Hell, to smack it. I want to peel her leggings down and slip my hand in between her thighs. I want to feel how wet she gets when I tell her all the things I want to do with her and to her and for her. I want to kiss the back of her neck and the tips of her breasts. The dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. I want to run my hands up and down her body. I want to explore every inch, every angle, every curve. I want to put my mouth onher pretty pink lips. I want to lick and suck until I’m driving her crazy. Until her legs shake and she scratches at my skin because she’s so damn desperate for relief.
I press the heel of my hand against the base of my dick, willing it to settle down.
"Uh…that might be what it means in Library Land, but in the rest of the world, it means bringing you right to the edge of orgasm and then holding back again and again until you’re begging for me to let you come."
Josie turns toward me, her jaw dropping. Her cheeks are the prettiest pink. Her eyes are wide and I think her glasses might be fogging up. Her nipples are hard under her pale blue sweater and I swear to God her legs are trembling.
Reaching my arm down, I take her hand in mine and pull her up.
"Looks like I taught you a new word, Jos," I say, dropping a kiss on her lips. "Want to go back to your room so I can show you exactly what it means? You know, to make sure you understand it?"
I expect Josie to nod or take my hand or, hell, jump into my arms, but she doesn’t.
She takes half a step back and looks up at me.
"I want you to show me now," she says, her voice soft.
"I’m fucking dying to take you to the edge and pull you right back, Jos. Let’s get out of here. The uh…book edging? Can it wait until tomorrow?"
She bites her bottom lip, then nods. "Everybody’s gone," she tells me. "The doors are locked. We just have to set the alarm as we leave. So, yeah, the books can wait. But I’m not sure I can."
Her meaning doesn’t fully register in my brain, but that’s probably because I’m distracted by the sway of her ass as she walks away from me.
We’re three rows down from where we started. Josie leads me to the end of the aisle.
"There’s no camera on this section," she says, turning to face me. "It looks like there is, but it’s just an empty receptacle. It broke a few years ago and it’s never been fixed. Ask me how I know this."
I don’t want to know. I don’t want to think about Josie with anybody else, which is hypocritical as hell, but it’s the truth. Before I can say anything, she answers her own question.
"I’ve busted more than a few couples up here over the years. And one throuple last spring."
"Damn," I say, letting out a low whistle. "Who knew the library was the place to get it on?" I laugh, but the joke’s on me since I’m so hard I can feel my zipper imprinting onto my dick.
"You’d be surprised," Josie says, and I’m sure there’s a story there. Probably a dozen. And that’s hot, I can’t lie. But nothing is as hot as the thought of Josie with her hands braced on the shelves, her feet spread apart, her ass tilted up in the air. Fuck. It’s a hell of an image. One I’d surely save for later if I were just having dirty daydreams like I usually do.
