He started moving his fingers again, f*****g me slowly while his thumb circled my c**t with perfect pressure.
"I want you to come like this," he said. "Sitting in my lap, quiet as a mouse, while the library closes around us. Can you do that?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He worked me expertly, his fingers curling to hit my G-spot with every thrust, his thumb maintaining steady pressure on my c**t. I was already so wound up from hours of edging that the orgasm built embarrassingly fast.
"That's it," he encouraged quietly. "I can feel you getting close. Your p***y is clenching around my fingers. Come for me, Emma. Show me how desperate you've been."
I came with a strangled gasp, my hand clamped over my mouth, my body shaking in his lap. He worked me through it, his fingers never sto
