Wanton at the Library
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“I can smell your arousal,” he growls. “I can feel your heat. Are you wet for me, Sara?”
Coherent thought isn’t possible as he trails wet kisses on my belly, heading unerringly to my moist core. My whole body begs his brilliant mouth to finish it’s path, to go where my clit is throbbing with need. Finding my release is all I can think of. My hips arch upwards, inviting him to fulfill his unspoken promise.
“Fuck, Sara. I want you so much.” Zach gives me a small smirk. “But I want to savour you more.”
The teasing continues. He licks the soft skin of my thighs all the way to my knees, worshipping my body. I’ve never felt so beautiful or desired in my entire life.
Finally, he peels off my drenched panties, parting the wet folds, letting his warm tongue find my clit. Then, he licks. He licks like a man possessed. Like someone who has wandered the desert for years, and finally found life-saving water—desperate, thirsty, and addicted after the first drop.
He adds his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure inside my needy channel, sucking and pumping in an alternating rhythm of pleasure. My nails find his back, digging deep as the tension builds.
“Zach,” I squeeze out. “I need you.” He must hear the begging in my voice because he licks my tender bud one last time. Moments later he’s naked, his shaft hard, hefty, and hungry against my thigh.
“Just a second, babe.” His cock moves up and down my lips, not actually entering me. His teasing torture on my tender folds shoots electricity all the way to my toes. Aching with need, I shamelessly rub my core over his throbbing length.
Foil crinkles near my head and he leaves me for a second that feels like forever. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve waited my whole life to love this man, to be with him in every way possible, and it’s finally time.
I wrap my legs around Zach so he rests between my thick thighs. He lets out a muffled groan as his cock slides into me. He immediately loses all restraint. His sharp thrusts, strong and powerful, push me up the bed. And he doesn’t stop. He keeps slamming in and out of me in a sensual rhythm that brings me closer and closer to the edge.
He takes me higher and higher, each motion pouring fuel on the bonfire inside me until I explode. Convulsing around him, my hips buck as I feel his control slip. A low rumble thunders from his chest as he finds his release, his body shuddering over mine.
Zach and I clean up together, giggling and touching each other in the bathroom before hopping right back into bed. As I cuddle into his arms, a spot both new and familiar, I can barely believe that my deepest desire finally came true.
“You okay with this, babe?”
Smiling into the side of his chest, I reply, “I’m more than okay with this.”
“Good, because you need to tell that Lincoln-guy that you’re taken.”
Rolling my eyes, I respond, “Don’t mess with a woman who knows all your secrets.” Poking him in the side, I keep tickling until he curls into himself with laughter. After thirty seconds of tickle torture, I stop, smoothing my hand down his chest. “You know you’re the only one for me, right?”
I hear the teasing in his voice when he answers, “Well, I would think so. You did, after all, name your cat after me.”
Epilogue
Zach
In the year since I partnered with Joe’s Pizza Place, a few things have changed. Last week, we received the award for best family restaurant in Sugar Hill. The pizza is still just a step above mediocre. But, at my direction, Joe added a play area, some arcade games, and hosts a couple mid-week specials for kids. With my marketing expertise, we turned the place around.
Sara and I still claim the same booth every Friday night. It’s tradition. And it’s a tradition I’m hoping to repeat weekly for the rest of my life.
It turns out that even though the Oakwood Club is a suave and savvy place, it’s not where I enjoy spending my time. It isn’t places, fame, or status that make me happy. The person that brings me the most joy is my best friend, Sara. Whether we’re eating pizza on a Friday night or cuddling in bed on a Sunday morning, she’s my home. And I've never been more satisfied. Well, at least not until later tonight.
Tonight, we’re celebrating the award, another successful community library event, and I’m hoping something more. Sara sits at a table with her fellow librarians, Hope, Violet, and Maggie. Their partners are also here, mingling, along with a few friends we’ve made along the way.
Lincoln, the handsome bastard, is one of them. It might make me petty, but I still don’t like him. Not that he’s done anything wrong. He’s a good friend to Sara, damn him. In the end when she’s happy, I’m happy. But I might grumble along the way.
“What’s the plan for the next year?” Hope’s husband Ryan asks. His daughter, Finley, is crushing all the kids at one of the arcade games. A line of kids—and a few adults—has formed, all of them waiting for a chance to play against her.
“My plans for what?”
“For this place. If you’re thinking of growing, I’ve got a couple apps I’ve been thinking about, and would love to have someone like you beta test them.”
“Sure, man. Just let me know when,” I say. What I don’t say is now that Joe’s Pizza is out of the woods, I’ve got my mind on something else.
When it seems like people have settled down a bit, I signal to Joe. Immediately, some cheesy 80s ballad plays from the speakers and I grab the cordless mic I stashed here earlier. I tap on the mic, bringing everyone’s attention to me.
“Hello everyone.”
“Hello, Zach!” All the kids and a handful of adults reply in chorus. It’s impossible not to smile at their cuteness.
I start with a few remarks, thanking everyone—Joe, my staff, the dedicated customers, etc.—for doing their part to keep Joe’s Pizza in the neighborhood. The crowd applauds, glad to be making a difference.
“Now, for the real reason you’re all here.” Confused murmurs fill the room. I continue, keeping the momentum. “The real reason you’re here is sitting right over there, looking delectable as always. We wouldn’t be here without her. My success, my meaning, my drive are nothing without her.” Gazing at my love, I notice her lower lip trembles into a small smile.
“Sara, I wanted to take a moment to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. I moved in next door to you when we were both fifteen years old. We became best friends almost immediately.
“A year ago, I woke up to the fact that I’d been having dinner every Friday night with the most beautiful woman in the world for eleven years. It didn’t take too long for me to get my head out of my ass and make a move.”
The crowd chuckles and someone heckles goodnaturedly from the crowd, “How long did it take?”
Smiling, I call back, “Too long! That’s why I’m here today, because I don’t want to waste any more time.”
I stand in front of Sara, get down on one knee, and pull a diamond engagement ring from my pocket where it’s been burning a hole all night.
“Sara, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The best woman, the best friend, and the best daily reminder of who I want to be.
“I know it took me a long time to figure things out, but I’ve always been decisive and determined. I’ve made up my mind, and I’ll fight to make you happy for the rest of my life if you’ll do me the honor of becoming my wife.
“Sara, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks and into the corners of her smiling lips. A roar fills my ears. I can’t tell whether it’s my sense of wonder or the celebrating crowd around us. But I know one thing—I’m a lucky guy and I’ll never forget it.
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