The Lusty Librarian

by Matt Coolomon

  “Fuck me, Cooper,” she said, “fuck me hard, baby. Oh God, yes.” She rocked her hips in time to his thrusts. At last the sweet fluttering of her hot, wet sex proved too much for him and he growled in orgasm, spilling burning hot semen into her belly.

  In the aftermath of sex that powerful, it took several minutes for the lovers to return to awareness. Sam snapped out of her pleasure haze first, discovering that Cooper was squashing her into the mattress, his face pressed against the pillowy softness of her upper chest, just where her shoulder met her arm. She was unconsciously stroking his back.

  She disengaged her legs and lowered them. Her movement seemed to wake him up a bit. He levered his weight off her body onto his arms and his softened penis slipped from her. She drew in a shaky breath. “Wow, Cooper. That was… amazing.”

  “I know.” He kissed her forehead and then rolled to his back beside her. She snuggled up against him, laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her back.

  She kissed his chest and toyed with the coarse hairs there.

  “I’m looking forward to tomorrow,” she said idly.

  “Why is that?” he asked, only seeming partially awake.

  “I just can’t wait to wake up beside you, cook you a nice Sunday brunch and spend the day together knowing you don’t have to go home because you are home.”

  “You’re sweet, Samantha.” He petted her hair. She shivered as the movement sent pleasurable tingles down her spine. “What would you like to do tomorrow after that brunch and before me not leaving at bedtime?”

  “I’m open,” she said, and then giggled at the unintended pun…...

  Never one to let an opportunity go by, Cooper reached across and slipped his fingers into her wet, well-loved crotch.

  “You sure are,” he said, fingering her. She bent her knee to give him greater access. He slipped his fingers in and out of her a couple of times before lifting them to her lips so she could lick their mingled juices away.

  “Hmmm,” she hummed. “Tastes like sex.”

  He chuckled. “I have an idea.”

  “What’s that, darling?”

  “A couple of times you’ve mentioned a book you’ve written. I’d like to see it.”

  Sam tensed. “Oh, Cooper, it’s nothing. Why would you want to see that?”

  “Why not?” he asked. “You’re a sexy, creative woman, Samantha. I’d like to know more about what goes on in that fevered imagination of yours. What’s it called?”

  “Reaching for the Stars,” she replied, blushing, “but Cooper…”

  “What’s it about? I think you said it wasn’t erotica like my Cooper Grey books…”

  “No, it’s just a romance, but…”

  “Come on, Samantha,” he urged. “Give me a synopsis.”

  “Well,” she said, “it’s a bit of a weird story…” she glanced at him. He arched his eyebrow at her. “Okay, okay. It’s a fantasy set in an imaginary world. It’s about a fortune teller named Lainie. She has a friend who is about to be executed for a crime she didn’t commit. So Lainie goes to see the king and plead for her friend. He agrees to help her, but only if she will spend the night with him.”

  “Sounds like a promising start,” Cooper commented. “Is this a ‘sweet’ romance, with the bedroom door closed?”

  “No,” Sam replied. “It’s definitely hot, bordering on erotic.”

  “Oh yeah? Read me one of the hot scenes,” he urged.

  “What, right now?”

  “Yeah, baby. I’m curious. How does my sweet Samantha write about sex?” He tweaked her nipple. She giggled and grabbed her e-reader from the bedside table.

  “What, it’s on there?”

  “Yeah. I’ve been trying to clear up the typos. Seems like a never-ending process.” She switched on the little machine and swiped her finger over the screen until her story appeared. “I’m not going to start with the first one,” she told Cooper. “The scene where the king takes Lainie’s virginity. It’s late and that’s a long one. I’ll go with this one, which takes place at her fortune teller’s shop.”

  “Sounds good,” Cooper replied.

  Samantha began to read.

  Lainie led Jonathan back to her ‘bedroom’ and unfolded both her blankets, laying them on the floor. He kissed her once and then lowered her onto her back. Whether she lay on silk or rough wool made no difference. Lainie, when she was filled with passion, ready to be bedded, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She eagerly opened her legs, giving him free access to the intimate folds she wanted touched. He parted her lips gently and just looked at her for a long moment. Then he ran his fingers through the wet luscious flesh. She was already drenched. He reached her portal and slid two thick fingers into her, wanting to be sure she was ready. She moaned and squirmed as he stretched her. She also winced a bit, revealing the faintest sting of intimate soreness, a memento of last night’s deflowering. But it was insignificant, and apart from that, he could see she found his touch arousing. He lowered his mouth to her swollen clitoris and began to lick it so sweetly, driving her higher and higher until she was squeaking with pleasure. At last, the orgasm arrived, powerful and wild, and Lainie arched into it.

  Jonathan grinned at the sight of his lover squirming in innocent passion. He was ready to be inside her again, and now she was ready for it too. He withdrew his fingers and captured her hips in his hands.

  “Lainie?”

  She looked into his eyes.

  “Do you want me to take you?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “Put me inside you.”

  Lainie licked her lips and gently grasped him. She still felt a little nervous. She had had some pain with each entry so far, never mind the pleasure, and this was very new to her, but she was willing. She brought him to the entrance of her body and aligned him with the little opening. He lifted her hips into position and they pressed together.

  She had been well spread by his fingers and his cock only stretched her a tiny, exciting bit more, just enough. A little pleasured squeal escaped her as he slid deep into her slick passage. This time it didn’t hurt. It only felt wonderful, and each hard thrust felt even better. Oh, this was so good. She was glad to be his lover, glad to have given herself to this man. What lovely memories she would have of his lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him deeper. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed and kissed her while he took her. She slid her arms around his neck. They came together and each knew what the other was trying to say. It was a claiming, a beginning. Last night had been its own entity, not meant to continue. It was a payment for a service. Today was different. Today they were beginning to be lovers for a long period of time. It was about their desire and affection for each other, and in that sex, each showed the other both the wanting and the tenderness. Lainie, lonely and susceptible, succumbed to that potent combination first, orgasming softly, sweetly around Jonathan’s invading shaft. Then he, no less lonely but much more jaded finally gave in to her marvelous gentleness and let himself go inside her with a pleasured groan.

  “Ah, little one, you spoil me,” he told her as his pounding heart began to slow.

  “Not bad,” Cooper said as Sam finished reading. “I think there’s potential there. Are you still thinking about publishing?”

  “Maybe,” she replied. “But that’s only one scene. What if the whole story stinks?”

  “Believe in yourself, baby. You’ve read a lot. You know what works and what doesn’t. I’m sure it’s fine. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll have you read it to me tomorrow and see if I can give you any feedback. Will that help?”

  “Oh yes, Cooper. That would be great.” Sam beamed. Could there be a sweeter lover in the whole world? What man would read his girlfriend’s sappy romance novel?

  She kissed his cheek. Cooper grabbed Sam’s arms and planted a big wet smooch on her lips. His hands were starting to wander again.

  “What, you’re still not satisfied?” she demand
ed, feigning exasperation.

  “I was, but your hot little scene turned me on,” he replied. “What say, love? You up for another round?”

  Sam considered. It was late, but tomorrow being Sunday, they had no reason to get up early. Then Cooper cheated. He cupped her pussy and began stroking her swollen clit. “Oh!” Sam squeaked, falling back on the bed, her thighs opening.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Cooper replied…….