Falling For the Librarian – by Sorcha Mowbray #5
The door opened and revealed Bridget looking lovely in a cobalt blue gown. “Good evening,” she hesitated, “Richard. Please come in.” And she stepped back, widening the door to allow him in.
He stepped inside the building and found himself nearly chest to chest with her. He stood there a moment looking down and her big blue eyes as a delicate fragrance of orange blossoms weaved around them. “Thank you, Bridget. Something smells delicious.”
Pink dusted her cheeks as she dropped her gaze, looking away. “Oh. That must be the chicken that's roasting.”
“It is definitely not the chicken I was referring to, though that does smell tantalizing as well.” Determined to push past the sudden awkwardness that hung between them, Richard tugged the door from Bridget's grip and closed it.
He then closed the minimal distance that remained between them, causing her to take a step back and then another until she was pressed against the wall.
There, he leaned down and captured her lips with his.
As the scent of orange blossoms continued to weave around him, he swept past her lips to tangle his tongue with hers.
Unable to pull away, he reveled in the hint of mint on her warm breath as her softly pleasing curves pressed against him.
His cock once again twitched in his trousers, rearing its head in interest.
When she melted against him, he knew he had to stop before he took her right there in the rear hallway of her store. Pulling back from the heady kiss, he cupped her cheek and smiled softly. “We best stop for now. I don't wish to ravage you here in the hallway against the wall.”
She looked up at him, still a little dazed from their kiss, and smiled back. “While I don't wish to burn the roast chicken, I'm not sure I would object to being ravaged just now.” Then she slid past him and headed up the stairs to her apartment, leaving him to follow.
He followed her up the stairs as he watched the sway of her skirts that teased him with memories of her curvy legs and her nicely rounded bottom that he couldn't wait to warm.
Inside the apartment, he closed the door behind them and locked it.
As he turned back around, he found Bridget pulling the chicken from the oven and setting it on the stove.
He moved closer to both inspect what she planned to serve and just so he could be near her.
He sniffed the scent of roasted chicken appreciatively. “I had no idea you were such a good cook.”
“Why would you?” Then she pulled a piece of chicken off the bird and held it to his lips.
He delicately took the morsel of succulent meat, licking all the juices off her fingers as he did so. He stood so close to her he felt a delicate shudder ripple through her body. Was that pleasure? Perhaps anticipation? In either case, he looked forward to exploring more with her.
“I suppose I wouldn't, but now you've confirmed it. I am curious. Is anything in danger of burning if it sits for a while?”
She looked at him, her blue eyes shining. “No, nothing will burn. Why do you ask?”
He took her hand and led her to the couch in the sitting area. “Because we have some business to attend to.”
“What do you mean business?” She bit her lower lip again, the nervous habit he wasn't even sure she was aware of.
“We have the matter of your overdue books to attend to.” He let the words hang in the air, thick and redolent with promise.
“Oh,” escaped her on a breath that had his cock standing to attention.
“Now if you'll turn around, I'll help you remove your skirts.” He said it nicely, but would brook no resistance from his recalcitrant library patron.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she did as he asked and presented him with her back.
He unfastened her skirt and the two petticoats beneath, letting them drop to the floor.
Next, he loosened her bodice and helped slide that off her arms. Then he loosened her corset and pulled it away from her body, leaving her in a chemise and bloomers.
He leaned in, putting his lips near the shell of her ear. “Would you like me to stop?”
She shook her head in response. “I need you to tell me yes or no. I plan to spank this luscious bottom until it is rosy pink.” He dragged his hand down over the curve of her backside as his breath feathered over her skin.
She moaned softly and pressed her bottom back into his hand. “Please, don't stop.”
With a grunt of satisfaction at her acquiescence—no, her eagerness—he untied her bloomers, letting them fall to the floor as well.
Then he helped her step out of the pile of clothing before he sat down on the couch.
He reached up and guided her to lie across his knees.
As he looked down upon her creamy bottom, he took a moment to savor the desire pulsing through his veins.
He placed his hand on her backside and stroked the skin gently, sensitizing her to his touch. As her breathing calmed, he knew it was time to start. “I'm going to deliver fifteen swats as penance for your persistent tardiness in returning your books. Do you understand why you are being spanked?”
“Yes, Mr. Sheffield.”
“Please count aloud for me.” He lifted his hand and smacked the left globe of her bottom.
“One.” Her voice warbled ever so slightly.
He landed the next one a little harder, but she went steadily on. “Two. “
His cock twitched as the first hints of pink appeared on her skin. The next two blows fell in rapid succession, one on each cheek.
She gasped slightly but didn't stop. “Three and four.”
She’s fucking lovely. His cock was already growing hard as he watched her take his spanking.
He landed the fifth blow across both cheeks, and she called the number out. Now that she was warmed up, he could make her skin glow. “The next blows will be harder,” he warned her.
His hand came down on the left cheek again with a firm spank that turned her cheek a lovely shade of red.
“Six.” Her voice cracked at the first spark of pain, but then he felt her melt against him, and he knew the pleasure was quickly sweeping in behind it. His heart lurched in his chest. How could she be so perfect?
He landed the next three in quick succession, keeping them firm.
She cried out in surprise. “Richard!” And then she tried to sit up.
But he pressed a hand to her back, between her shoulder blades, and kept her in place. “If you stop counting, I start over.”
“But…”
“No buts. You count, or you tell me to stop and then I will leave.” He knew he sounded implacable, but this was something he needed. He'd long ago given up trying to live without it.
“Seven, eight, and nine,” she said.
He felt the muscles and her body relax, and then her breathing evened out again. Satisfaction and something more—Good God, could this be love?—warmed his chest at her willingness to stay the course. For him.
“This next one will be the hardest, then the remainder will be like the first five. “
“Okay.” Her voice came out a little shaky, but he was pleased with her response so far.
He landed the hardest blow across both cheeks to spread it out.
She cried out again but then recovered quickly. “Ten.”
As promised, he delivered the last five more gentle blows while she counted them out to the last one.
He moved his hand over her bottom, relishing the bright pink and warmth that now emanated from her skin.
Confident that she had enjoyed it as much as him, he slid his hand between her thighs to confirm.
Sliding a finger along her slit, he found her pussy wet and ready to take him.
He was at full staff and eager to slide into her heat, but would she allow him to do so?
Bridget moaned softly as Richard dragged a finger through her wetness.
The movement did nothing to ease the throb between her thighs or the light buzzing that danced over her skin.
Who knew that a spanking could make a woman feel so good?
So needy? And she was needy. She ached to feel his cock fill her.
After all, it had been many years since she'd been with a man.
She and her husband had ceased lying together long before his passing.
Richard pressed his finger to her entrance and slid just the tip inside, but she wanted more and pressed back to meet him, taking him deeper. As she moved, he squeezed one globe of her bottom sending pleasure streaking through her body. She had no idea it could be like this. “More please, Richard.”
He gave a light swat to her bottom, causing the heat and pleasure to sizzle over her skin and deep within even as he sank his finger deeper. “You can have more when I say so. Your pleasure belongs to me tonight, and I believe I very much like you calling me Mr. Sheffield.”
“Yes, Mr. Sheffield,” she agreed readily, as long as he didn't stop sliding that finger in and out of her body.
She stretched around his intrusion in the most delicious way, already craving more from him. Then he added a second finger, and she cried out, “Oh God!” Her body started shaking as her orgasm crested, but then he withdrew his fingers from her body.
Before she could cry out in dismay, he eased her off his lap and onto the couch on her hands and knees. “Now that you have seen how bad patrons are treated, let me show you how I treat my good patrons.”
With a hand on each globe, squeezing gently and causing the pleasure and pain to swirl through her.
He swiped his tongue from her clit to her entrance.
Her orgasm crested again as he continued licking her pussy.
Her face buried in the couch cushion, her first orgasm with a man slammed into her.
Her back arched, and she pressed her pussy back into his face as she shook and cried out until she thought she might shatter.
He continued to slide his tongue over her clit and in and out of her body until she slowly eased down from her heights of pleasure.
Before she could move, he rose behind her, and she heard the wrestling of clothing.
Then she felt something thicker than his fingers pressing at her entrance.
“If this is too much, you merely need to say the word and I will stop.” He waited a moment, but she couldn’t find words.
Not to urge him on and certainly not to stop the man.
Finally, he pressed forward, sliding into her body one slow, agonizingly pleasurable inch at a time.
As he filled her, she focused on taking deep breaths and reveling in the delicious stretch of her body around his length. Nearly dizzy with the pleasure of it all, a soft whimper escaped her as he hit bottom. He paused, seated deep in her body. “God. Bridget, you feel so good wrapped around me.”
She couldn't agree more, though she had an idea it would get better when he started moving, if his fingers had been any indication. “I promise to be a good patron, Mr. Sheffield, if you'll just move your backside.”
He chuckled and smacked her bottom. “Don't be impertinent, Bridget. You will earn yourself another spanking.”
“I am not sure that is the deterrent you intended, Mr. Sheffield.” She couldn't help but laugh, a little giddy, as he smacked her butt once more.
“Don't be a brat, my dear. There are worse things than spankings.” His rough growl rolled through her, feeding into the pleasure that already buzzed through her body.
The buzz intensified as he pulled back before he pushed back inside her.
With each thrust, her breasts jiggled, causing the sensitive tips of her nipples to rub over the linen of her chemise that never was removed.
Far sooner than she could have anticipated, her orgasm built as he stroked in and out of her body with his long thick length. “I'm close, Bridget,” he panted as he pumped in and out in drawn out strokes that seemed to hit every nerve ending in her pussy. “But I want you to come on my cock first.”
“Yes, Mr. Sheffield. I want to come on your cock, too.” Her need to come was rapidly rising with his demand.
She teetered on the precipice, when he reached down, wrapping an arm around her hip as he continued to thrust while he stroked her clit with a fingertip.
With that extra stimulation, she exploded.
Her body clenched down on his cock, making it harder for him to continue to thrust. Then her pussy began rhythmically squeezing him as she shook with pleasure.
Helpless to do anything, all she could do was half lay on the couch as he pounded into her once, then twice more.
Suddenly, he cried out and pulled from her body, letting her hips sink to the couch as his warm seed splattered over her bottom and lower back.
Behind her, she could hear him huffing, as though he were out of breath. “Lord, woman, you could bring a man to his knees. Give me a moment and I shall find the cloth to clean you up with.”
Feeling wrung out with pleasure, she could have laid there all night while he recovered and would be fine. “Please, take your time. I'm not sure I'll be capable of moving anytime soon.”
He chuckled. “I do hope that doesn't mean dinner is off. A man could use a meal after such fine loving.”
After a moment, she heard him lift off the couch as she lay there, pleased with how things had gone. There was much she had clearly been missing out on in the bedroom or whatever room they chose to do it in. She giggled softly to herself.
Richard was back and cleaned her up with a few economic strokes of whatever cloth he’d found. Then he helped her sit up and put her clothes back to rights. As he played lady's maid to her, he cleared his throat. “I do hope that what we did tonight did not shock you terribly.”
She bit her lip and considered how she felt. “Shock? No, I wouldn't say it shocked me. But I would certainly say I learned a lot about both you and myself.” As he laced her bodice up, she took a deep breath. “I do hope this won't be the last time we do such a thing.”
Richard crowded in behind her. “I can promise you this won't be the last time for us because despite all my protestations, you’ve managed to steal my heart. When we are both ready, I will marry you, Bridget.”
She gasped as he turned her around and kissed her long and deep. And she knew she would be Mrs. Sheffield before terribly long.
Sorcha is a mild-mannered office worker…ok, so she’s a mouthy, opinionated, take-charge bossy type; but she definitely works in an office. She also writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire!