We had spent hours walking through the city, and eventually came to a building. The architecture had the look of classical Greek, which was odd because everything around it seemed French in design. I grabbed your hand I pulled you towards the door.
"Where are we going?" You ask, despite allowing yourself forward.
I grin and ask you to close your eyes. "No peeking" I say, as I slide the doors shut and step behind you, my hands sliding over your eyes. I give you a small nudge forward and you find your skin feeling slightly cooler as we step in from the humid night.
A familiar smell assaults your nose, and it takes you a moment to recognize it. It's especially difficult as you feel my lips slowly kiss the back of your neck, and my hand slide onto your stomach.
My lips slide towards your ear. "Remember... no peeking... where are we?"
Your mind spins as my hand tilts your neck and I graze my teeth along the edge of your jaw. "I... we're in..." my hands move down to your hips and pull you against me. You feel the massive hardness of me against your ass, and for a moment, you lose all thought.
My hands slide back to your stomach, reaching under your shirt and enjoying the soft feel of your skin. "Aren't you gonna guess for me?" One hand moves higher, while another moves lower.
My movement causes a sharp inhale, and this time, the smell is instantly recognizable. "A library. Somewhere with books."
I turn you to face me, and your eyes spring open to find me smiling at you. "That's exactly right. Would you like your reward? "
Without waiting for your answer, my mouth presses against yours, hard. Your lips part and my tongue slides into your mouth, while my hand moves from your ass into your hair.
The kiss breaks, and in the light coming in through the windows, your eyes sparkle. I trace your jawline with my thumb. "I told you. You're at least a 15. You're beautiful."
You giggle, looking up at me. My hands continue to roam up and down your back, and with one on your ass, I pull you back against me. Your lips meet mine again, and this time we meet hungrily.
My hands slide down your body, and then reach the edge of your shirt. I I pull it up and we begrudgingly break the kiss. But my eyes are greeted with a visual feast as your breasts come into view, perfectly cupped in your bra.
I kiss the swells of them, taking time to push my tongue under the lace fabric to tweak your nipples. Your moan greets me and I smile at you devilishly. "If you like what my tongue does there... just wait."
I move my hands behind your back and deftly unhook your bra and watch as it falls to the floor beneath me. I slowly reach out and run my hand over your right breast, taking time to run my thumb over your hardened nipple. I move closer to you and then lean down, and take one of them into my mouth. At the same time, my hand slides down your stomach and begins to undo your button on your jeans.
In my mouth, my tongue slides over and over your nipple, and then I move over to your other breast. My hand frees your jeans and I move a hand down over your panties, instantly finding how wet you are. I remove my mouth and look up at you. In between words, I continue to flick my tongue onto your nipple. "You're wet... that's good. You'll need.... to be... very wet... to take me."
As I finish, my hand moves your panties aside and I push a finger inside you. You yelp in surprise but quickly your eyes close in pleasure at the feeling of being filled. My kisses begin to trail down your breasts and across your stomach before finally reaching your jeans. I pull my finger out of you and rip at your jeans, pulling them down and exposing you completely to me. I toss them over my shoulder as I lay you onto the nearest desk and fall to my knees. My strong hands grab your thighs and spread them, and I move forward.
My tongue moves slowly at first as it contacts your thigh, and then your lips. It traces each and every inch of them, delicately finding its way between your folds and then moving deeper inside you. Your hands move into my hair and you begin a quick sputtering that only contains the syllables of my name as your body starts to shake.