The Perfect Gift

C H A P T E R 🎄10

R O S E A N N E

I ground down on top of Lisa as if my life depended upon it. Maybe it did. It was hot, knowing that there were people right outside who could come upon us at any time.

My eyes rolled back in my head as another surge pulsed through my body. The fact that we mostly had our clothes on only made it more thrilling.

We were sneaking a passionate moment together, despite all the obstacles standing in the way. Like a couple of teenagers cutting class to do it in the library. Only way, way hotter.

I tried to stay quiet, but a whimpering moan escaped my throat.

Lisa clamped her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I could feel the power in her grasp, and it made me that much wetter.

I can't believe I've gone so long without her. Oh, God, it's so good.

For so many years, the only real pleasure I experienced was when I closed my eyes and imagined our night in Cabo while I touched myself. You couldn't run a noisy vibe in a home with a child in the next room, so I got pretty good at getting myself off. Or so I thought.

No number of candles, hot baths, and Barry White's smooth tones emanating from the speaker could compare to what I was experiencing in the library with Lisa.

And the two or three people I'd been with since Lisa couldn't hold a candle to her. Not even close.

Lisa made my whole body tingle with every bone-deep thrust of her cock. Shudders of pleasure rippled through my body, and no way, no how could I have recreated that myself.

I should have been horrified at the mere idea of getting caught by someone from my hometown. But somehow, I got off on it.

Not that I wanted to be walked in on for real, but the idea of being exposed as a wanton, sexual creature writhing atop a hot woman in the library was a turn-on.

Lisa has awakened things in me I never thought possible. I didn't even know this part of me existed.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I desperately ground against her, blinking away the stinging sweat generated by our wild gyrations. Her hand still held firmly to my mouth. I moaned and sighed and cried out into her palm.

I felt her come inside of me a split second before I let loose. Shivering and writhing all over, I probably would have fallen right off her lap if she hadn't grabbed me by the arch of my back and held tight.

She pulled me up, releasing my mouth from her hand only to take it captive with her kiss instead. I threw my arms around her neck, running my fingers through her hair as I exulted in the feel of her against me. Our tongues lashed together as I sat on her semi-flaccid cock.

I wasn't satisfied, and neither was she. Soon, she was up to full mast again. It was a delightful sensation, feeling her grow thick and long and hard in my pussy while we kissed.

I could feel her small breasts through her shirt, and I wanted to explore every inch of them, to understand my desire for this unique body and the woman who lived in it. Why did she turn me on so much?

"Why can't I get enough of you?" Lisa asked in a guttural whisper, echoing my thoughts.

I attacked her, kissing her deep and hard. She pushed me off her lap, grabbing my arm and walking me backward toward the edge of the bookshelves hiding us from the glass wall.

My eyes went wide. I let out a tiny whimper of protest. She stopped when I was about a foot away from the edge.

Lisa tugged my leggings and panties down to my knees and yanked my sweater up and over the back of my head.