All Over Her

Chapter 72: keep quiet

He lifted me up slightly, placing me onto the desks that lined the library. Some were up against the book shelves. He kissed me so hard that my head banged against the wood a bit, but truthfully I was too distracted to mind. He began unbuttoning my robe when I broke the kiss.
Breathless I say, "Are you sure it's smart to do this here?"
He kissed my neck then whispered, "I'll do whatever you want whenever."
"You're not worried about getting caught?"
He placed his hands on my face, "We can stop if you're really not comfortable, but believe me I don't see us getting caught... either way it's worth the risk."
He looked at me with a deep lust in his eyes and I hope he could tell I was feeling the same exact way. I pushed myself down from the desk and began to slide my pajama pants and underwear off. Under my robe was now just my top on. He stared in shock as I threw the removed clothes at him.
"You love messing with me don't you?" He studied me.
"I guess so." I responded coyly.
I backed up against the window and let him follow me. I'm now against the window that was letting in all the moonlight. It cast a shadow and there he was, fully engulfed in me. Patiently waiting for what I'd say. He lowered himself, getting on his knees and holding my hips.
"Please angel?" He asked me desperately.
I pushed my robes away to expose myself. Gently, he kissed my thighs. He trailed kisses from the outer parts of them, slowly going inward. I began to get frustrated but I didn't say a word. I trusted him, I just wanted to watch.
He kissed at my entrance, raising his face deeper into me. I felt his kisses onto my clit, sucking gently and with care. He caressed my thighs, making me feel comforted while he had his way. His tongue began to move wildly, making me let out a gasp from the sudden feeling.
He stopped for a moment and looked up at me, "Shhh, keep quiet, I want you to be all mine right now."
My chest rose and fell swiftly once he went back to his movement. Calculated but also wild, it confused me but the sensation was insane. I felt one of his hands move towards me, now placing two of his fingers at an even pace. I had to lean against the window, covering my own mouth trying not to make a noise. My efforts became more strained once his mouth focused on my clit, his fingers pushing in and out hard and fast. He knew me so well already I was trying so hard to keep quiet. The pit in my stomach started to grow and I knew I was getting close.
I allowed myself to speak, "Mattheo please... I'm about to-"
He stopped for a second to say, "Then do it."
He said it bluntly and assertively. It distracted me for a split second until I felt his pacing speed up even more. The pit in my stomach grew, and grew until finally I felt myself release. My breathing was deep and sharp, as if I ran a mile.
He closed my robe, getting up from his knees and holding me close to him by my waist.
"You're so beautiful."
He stared into my eyes deeply, admiring my face as the silence deafened. He picked me up again, once again placing me on the desk against the bookshelves. My head didn't get banged this time. He undid his pants, taking them off while keeping eye contact with me. He touched the hem of his underwear and stopped.
"Are you okay?" He said, pushing my hair back.
"I'm perfect." I nodded, kissing his hand.
He smiled, quickly removing his underwear, pushing himself into me. I gasped again but I've gotten rather used to him now, but the initial feeling will always be an adjustment. His pace wasn't eager, but not slow either. He was very particular about the speed he was going and it was making me insane. I could feel every inch of him and he allowed me to do so. As he moved, he kissed my neck, making me moan ever so slightly.
"Mattheo fuck-" I said.
He kissed my lips roughly, "I need you quiet."
I nodded. He kissed me rough again, now matching the passion of his thrusts. Every so often he'd push in right into my g-spot, making my kisses sloppy. He noticed and stopped kissing me.
"Are you okay?" He asked, continuing the motion.
"I'm good." I breathed out.
He kept going, "You're doing amazing, you're amazing."
I held his face, making him have direct eye contact with me.
"You're perfect." He exhaled as I felt his thrusts pick up.
The pit in my stomach grew fast, like a wave washing over me, suddenly I released again. I lean onto him as I feel his thrusts getting sloppy.
I whisper to him, "Pull out now."
He did so immediately. He watched as I went down to my knees, taking him into my mouth. I bobbed my head and looked up at him as I did so. He seemed entranced, I was kind hoping I left him speechless. I felt him release into my mouth, the warm liquid going down my throat as I finished him off by cleaning him up.
He helped me get my clothes from the desk and he helped me put them on. I grabbed his and helped him as well. Worry moved onto me as I tried to figure out how we're going to clean in time, I forgot my wand in my room. Mattheo could apparently read my thoughts because he had his wand stuffed in his pants pocket. Looking back I didn't think that was his wand. But from a wave of his hand, everything was clean.
He walked up to me, holding me by the waist with familiarity.
"How are you doing hm?" He swayed me with him.
"Gooood." I said in a singsongy tone.
"We'll have to get back to our dorms soon." I told him.
"Must you leave so soon?"
I laughed. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"How'd you know I'd be here?"
"I didn't."
"Then why were you here?"
"Eh, I like being here at night. My dad would do it at my age. That's most of what my mum would say about my dad at my age at least. She said he'd come here to think. Passing the time when he couldn't sleep... The most horrible man in this world needed a library in the middle of the night to think." He laughed to himself.
"Hey, you've never told me this much about your parents."
His eyes shifted, but not away from me.
He looked all over my face, "His comfort was the library. I'm not him."
I noticed a slight change in light in the window, we walked up to it to see the sun rising. The gold melting away the dark night. Making the sky make space for its new day. Mattheo was focused on the sunrise, so I looked back at it. But the second I looked away I knew he was looking at me.
"It's so gorgeous."
He held me tighter, "Yeah... it is."