This is my third little one-shot using the same prompt as an opening for the story. Slightly longer, I hope you enjoy it... Leave me some love xx
The wind changed, bringing with it her unique aroma and he was surprised the fragrance caught him off guard. He'd been expecting her ten minutes ago, but the familiar scent on the air preceded her appearance and as he turned into the wind, she strolled around the side of the Volkswagen camper, decked out as a coffee van.
"Nice of you to show," he smiled as he walked towards her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, pushing his glasses up his nose as he straightened. "You'll be late for your own funeral!"
Bella rolled her eyes and slapped at his arm.
"I'm not that late, Mr '0830-at-the-coffee-van'. I mean I had to be fashionably late so that you could order my coffee and have it waiting as I arrived. I'm assuming that's what happened?!" She lifted her eyebrows in question.
Edward rolled his eyes and waved his arm towards the small table, where there were two coffees and a muffin next to his phone.
"M'lady," he waved her on, directing Bella to the nearest seat and he took the one opposite. He pulled his jacket closed to keep out the chilly breeze and Bella tucked her scarf down the front of hers.
"Mmmm, thanks, I really need the caffeine this morning." Bella took a sip of the steaming brew and closed her eyes, moaning in appreciation. "That is a good cup of joe!"
"Long night?" Edward asked, noting the dark circles under Bella's eyes. He reached over and rubbed his thumb gently across the darkened skin. She rarely wore make up, and never when she was on shift.
"Long night," she nodded in agreement, leaning into his touch. "Two car accidents, one with a two year old trapped for almost an hour. He was fine though, just a bit freaked out. Got to love well fitted car seats! The car was a mess and without the restraint, the kid would have been a goner."
"What about the driver?"
"Yeah, everyone walked away. Miraculously. His mum was driving, hit a patch of oil and rolled. The first people on the scene knew first aid, so even her cuts had been treated by the time we got there. It was hard getting him out, but mum was able to talk to him through the window and we pretty much had to cut the car into four parts. I'm glad Emmett was there, he just grabbed the car seat with the boy in it in the end, while we held the roof away. Would have been much easier if we could have diverted traffic, but there was no way."
Edward knew the risks involved with dating a firefighter, but danger often came from the public rather than the emergency itself. He knew they trained nonstop so that their drills became second nature, and the theory was that, like muscle memory, the drills would present the correct procedure in an emergency.
What they couldn't train for, though, was a random person walking over to help and somehow causing more problems.
Bella had told him once of a well-meaning passerby who had crossed the road to offer help while they were putting out a car fire, but he hadn't checked for traffic properly and had walked straight in front of a large tanker. He died instantly at the scene, and Bella had had nightmares for months. The tanker driver had been cleared of all charges as he had done nothing wrong. He was going slowly, as directed, and had moved over to give the fire fighters some room, but the young guy had been run over by the wheels and crushed to death.
Whenever there was a car accident now, Bella volunteered to do traffic management and crowd control so she could be sure to keep an eye on everyone. She was always happy to jump in and assist the crew when required, but they all appreciated her need to avoid another waste of life.
"How about you? Sleep well?"
Bella took a bite of her chocolate muffin and watched Edward's face. She knew he didn't sleep well when she wasn't there but loved that he tried to hide it from her. She knew he worried, especially when she had night shift, but he would never admit to it because he didn't want her thinking about him while at work, instead of focusing on the job at hand.
"Like a log," he answered smugly, reaching over and ripping a bit of muffin off, shoving it into his mouth. "Didn't miss you in the slightest."
That last part came out a bit quieter, a little less sure, so Bella reached her hand over and cupped his cheek. Edward leaned into it and closed his eyes, hiding the vibrant green irises.
"I wish I didn't have to go to work right now, I could use a nap."
"I'm positive you'll be able to find a quiet spot in the library for a quick snooze. It's Monday, surely it'll be quiet?"
Edward shook his head slowly, rubbing his face against Bella's palm.
"No, Monday's a busy day, all the oldies come to change their books because they've had time on the weekend to read them all, and they meet their friends for a catch up."
He reached up to take her hand in his and lifted his face, looking her in the eye. He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles gently, then pressed a kiss against her skin. He really did look tired.
"Drink your coffee, baby, you'll need your wits about you when dealing with the old dears!" Bella chuckled, and finished her coffee, washing down the last of the muffin. "Come on, I'll walk with you."
Edward gulped down the rest of his morning caffeine fix and stood up, putting his phone in his pocket and taking the empty cups to the rubbish bin.
Bella joined him after checking they hadn't left anything behind, and put her arm through his, hugging him tight to her as they started the walk down the hill.
Edward leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of the strawberry shampoo Bella used at work at end of shift.
"You going to sleep all day? Or just the morning as this was your last night shift?"
"Just till lunch, I think. I managed a couple of hours between call outs, so I'm not too tired, and if I sleep too much I'll be awake tonight."
"Mmm, oh for the chance to sleep 'too much'!"
Bella squeezed his arm.
"Don't be jealous, love," Bella teased. "If you didn't read so late you could have a better night's sleep, too."
Edward chuckled. She was right of course - Edward could read all night if he was in the middle of a good book.
"Actually, I only read 'til 11. I finished book one but it's a trilogy, and I had a hard time not starting book two! It finished on a cliffhanger and I'm desperate to know whether she will take him back!"
Bella giggled. Of the thousands of books Edward dealt with every day at the library, he chose to read erotic fiction. And he got so engrossed that sometimes when he was retelling a part to Bella, he forgot that she had no idea who he was speaking of, because she preferred to read the sports pages and keep up with the Mariners' news.
The good thing for Bella, though, was the effect this particular genre had on her partner. He would often put down his book, roll her over, and give her an orgasm worth writing about!
He had learned so much from these authors that Bella had considered sending cards and flowers to them as a thank you.
"Well, it'll give you something to look forward to tonight."
They had reached the steps of the library and Edward turned to look Bella in the eyes.
"I'll see you tonight, love, sleep well and dream of me."
He bent down and placed his lips on hers and she lifted herself onto tiptoes, reached around his neck to pull him lower and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
"I always do, and you have no idea what you get up to in my dreams!" She whispered against his lips before pulling away and walking backwards away from him.
"See you tonight, baby," she called out, wiggling her fingers in a wave goodbye. "I'll be waiting!"
Edward smiled and shook his head, turned, and opened the big, wooden door.
The smell of knowledge met him as soon as he entered the old building and his lips lifted into a shy smile. He loved his job, the building itself and the people he worked with. He knew he was lucky to have all three, as so many of his friends told him horror stories of nasty co-workers, or run down offices and he was grateful that the local authorities had recently invested in a huge maintenance project, ensuring the public library would be available to everyone for many years to come.
Edward worked throughout the day in a contented bubble, knowing Bella was home safe and he would get to sleep next to her tonight.
He hummed as he went about his duties, assisting the old dears where needed and shelving returned books at every opportunity.
He was on the late shift, "lock-up" as the librarians referred to it amongst themselves, the shift he preferred as he could spend an extra few moments of peace and quiet at the end of the day, and really appreciate the effort that went into maintaining the library on a day to day basis. He loved the orderliness when everyone had left and knew that as soon as the doors opened again the next day, chairs would be moved, books abandoned on tables, and (the horror!) empty take away coffee cups left for someone else to bin.
As the final patron left for the night Edward closed and locked the big doors and went round making sure all the desk lamps were turned off and no books were left lying around, tidying chairs on the way.
Once everything was neat and orderly, just the way he liked it, he grabbed his bag and coat from the reception desk and headed towards the doors. He switched off the main lights and turned to make sure everything was dark, when a glow at the far end of the downstairs level caught his eye.
"Must have missed one," he mumbled to himself, dropping his bag and coat on the floor, pushing his glasses back up his nose, and heading towards the light.
As he neared the soft glow, he heard a quiet voice, lilting, and the closer he got, he realised that the owner of the voice was reading.
He cleared his throat, not wanting to scare the person who was obviously engrossed in what they were reading, before he called out,
"Hi, excuse me, but we're closing, I'm just about to lock the doors."
As he rounded the end of the aisle his jaw almost hit the floor as he realised that Bella was sat at a study desk, dressed only in a black corset, red lacy panties and black fish net thigh high stockings, finishing off the outfit with high heeled black boots. She was leaning back
in the chair, facing him with one leg propped up on the desk, the other stretched out in front of her.
Her chocolate coloured hair, which was usually tied back, was curled and fell to frame her shoulders, drawing attention to the most beautiful face he knew. She had applied a small amount of lipstick and eye shadow and the soft lighting made her skin shimmer.
"Bella" Edward whispered, "What are you? Why?" He gulped. "I mean, hi!"
Bella didn't react to his presence except to speak a little louder, and Edward was able to make out the words:
"'On your knees, Delilah, I want you to worship me.' 'But I do worship you master, every day.' As she dropped to her knees, Delilah reached forward and took a hold of her master's member, licking her lips at she looked up between her lashes, silently asking for permission to worship him the only way she knew how. A slight nod of the head was all he gave her and she leaned forward, taking his whole length into her mouth in one move, then he grabbed her by the hair, forcing himself forward so that his cock hit the back of her throat. He held her there, not allowing her any respite but feeling her try to relax around him."
Edward recognized the words from the book he had just finished last night. He knew what was coming and adjusted himself, getting turned on by the fact that Bella was reading his erotic novel while dressed like that!
"'I'm going to cum down your throat, do you want that? Does that turn you on?' Delilah moaned and reached her hand down between her legs."
As she continued to read, Bella's skin began to flush. Even though, as far as Edward knew, she didn't read erotica, she seemed to be enjoying it right now. He watched as she lowered her own hand, seemingly subconsciously, down over her breasts, over her stomach, and as she reached the bottom of the corset, Edward could stand by no more.
In two strides he made it to where Bella was sitting and dropped to his knees in front of her. He grabbed her hand and looked up at her, gently kissing each knuckle before placing it on her stomach. She continued to read, faltering slightly as Edward ran his fingertips from her ankle to the top of her thigh and back down the other leg.
His touch was feather light and she sensed more than felt it. She could hear his breathing changing, his lips slightly open as he watched his fingers caress her legs. As she kept reading, she glanced at him, his eyes appearing to darken from the beautiful shade of green that reminded her of emeralds to an almost black, his pupils so dilated they seemed to suck all of the light in their tiny part of the library into their bottomless depths.
Edward's hands never stopped their soft caress but he seemed to be waiting for something, some kind of cue to go any further.
"'Delilah, enough,' commanded her master and she immediately pulled her lips from around his rock hard cock. She looked down at the ground between his feet, feeling ashamed and worried that she had displeased him. 'Stand, Delilah, I want to taste you.' And with that he dropped to his knees, changing places with his sub who stood above him, legs apart, her juices glistening in the shimmering light. Leaning forward he ran his nose along her wet pussy, inhaling deeply the scent he knew was just for him. Only he could make his pet this turned on by allowing her to suck his cock."
Suddenly Bella gasped as Edward ran his nose along her own, wet and glistening pussy. She heard him inhale and felt the vibrations as he moaned against her skin, causing her to moan aloud. He took a hold of her lacy panties and she lifted her buttocks slightly so that he could remove them, shimmying them down her legs, sniffing them before he put them in his pocket. She couldn't believe he had just done that, she had never seen him act so brazen.
Edward stopped his movements, waiting for her to begin reading once more. Bella held the book up so that she could see beneath it, looking at him, not understanding. He looked up from between her legs into her eyes, reached up and took off his glasses and laid them on the table next to her, then looked towards the book, raising one eyebrow before lowering his nose to her exposed mound, inhaling once more, this time skin on skin and his breath on her was so erotic.
Taking the hint, Bella looked back at the words on the page and tried to find her place once more.
She cleared her throat.
"Leaning forward he ran his nose along her wet pussy, inhaling deeply the scent he knew was just for him. Only he could make his pet this turned on by allowing her to suck his cock."
Once again, as she read the words, Edward ran his nose along Bella's folds, inhaling deeply.
"Oh god," Bella muttered, desperate to find out what happened next with Delilah and her master.
"Delilah tried desperately to stand still, knowing her self control would please her master but as his tongue slowly circled her clit, she found it impossible and started to move her hips."
Following the words, Edward circled his tongue around Bella's bundle of nerves and blew gently on her most sensitive spot. She could feel him chuckle as she stuttered over the words and he grabbed her hips to keep her from grinding too much against him.
"Delilah moaned as her master's mouth moved slowly down her f-folds and she jumped as his tongue suddenly thrust in-inside of h-her.
Oh fuck!"
The sensation was overwhelming, visualising a couple in the throes of passion while having the same acts carried out on her own body.
Edward did not let up. He continued to fuck her with his tongue but looked up at her and tapped the book with his right hand and Bella took the hint. She finally focused her eyes.
"He moved his tongue back to her clit and - oh - applied a small amount of pressure as he slowly, so slowly, inserted t-two fingers inside, Delilah forgetting to breathe she was so lost in the sensation - Jesus, I don't blame her," gasped Bella, Edward chuckling against her.
"Delilah knew her master could read her body and knew just how to bring her pleasure so as he increased the pace of his fingers, he curled them forward slightly - fuck me - hitting the spot inside that drove her w-wild, at the same time as he increased the pressure on her clit - oohhh - flattening his tongue against her. She reached forward and grabbed his hair" - Bella grabbed Edward's hair without realising it - "and pulled, drawing a growl all the way from her master's chest."
The sound that came from Edward was animalistic, the taste of his lover on his tongue, hearing her lose herself in the words of the book along with the sensations that he was invoking, and the pull on his hair was pushing him to his limit of control. He knew he was no dominant and did not have the control that the guy in the book had, and he wasn't sure just how long he could hold off. But this was a fantasy of his, having Bella in his library as he brought her to climax.
Luckily he had read this particular passage in the book several times as it had made him so horny and he had pleasured himself imagining it was him and Bella. He knew what was coming and he was ready to bring it to a close.
"Keep reading," he growled, holding on to his last bit of self control.
Bella took a steadying breath. "Delilah could hear how wet she was each time his f-fingers slammed back into her and she knew she was close as her legs started to t-tremble. 'Come for me. Now!' he ordered, and she exploded around his fingers."
Edward lifted his head slightly and simply commanded "Now!" And Bella screamed as she threw her head back, clenching around his fingers with him gently nibbling her clit, stretching out her orgasm, no longer slamming into her with his fingers but holding pressure on the magic spot just inside her.
Eventually Bella came back down to earth and when she could breathe again, Edward kissed her pussy gently and rested his head in her lap, adjusting himself in his pants.
"Edward," Bella said after a minute to allow her breathing to even out, running her fingers through his hair and gently scratching her nails along his scalp.
He turned his head to look up at her. "Hmm?"
"I need you to fuck me. Now!"
With his crooked smile and his pulled to-within-an-inch-of-its-life hair, Edward looked like he had won the lottery.
"If you insist!"
He stood up and lifted her from the chair onto the table in one fluid movement.
"Put your glasses on," Bella ordered, holding them out to him. "I want my sexy librarian!"
Smirking, Edward took them from her and slid them back on and combed his fingers through his hair in an attempt to flatten it, assuming that the 'just fucked hair' did not gel with sexy librarian.
As Bella watched, Edward's demeanor changed from happy-go-lucky, about-to-get-laid, sexy boyfriend, to timid, bookish, docile nerd.
She was intrigued and decided to let Edward take the lead on this one.
She sat on the desk where he had deposited her, but crossed her legs, unable to hide the fact that she had no underwear on. Edward was looking down, taking steadying breaths, readying himself for the fantasy that he had held for the last few years, the fantasy where he could make love to the love of his life, in the place he loved most - his happy place - the library.
He looked up with his head still tilted down so that he was looking at her through his lashes.
"I see you found our adult book section, miss, is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
"I'm not sure," Bella replied, playing along. "Do you have any suggestions?"
He pushed his glasses back up his nose and then tapped his finger to his lips as if in thought.
"Well, if you'd like to follow me I'm sure we'll find something you might like."
He held out his hand and she took it, sliding off the table, then followed him, her heels clicking on the stone floor as they walked away from the light towards the dark shelves.
"There are many authors that are quite unknown in this genre, it has grown significantly since the publication of Fifty Shades. Have you read that particular trilogy?" Edward was walking slowly ahead, running his fingers across the spines of the books. "Personally I found it quite tame compared to some of the books we stock here."
He turned sideways onto her with a question in his eyes.
Bella watched him, knowing he was putting on a show and that he would never tell anyone else about the books he loved to read. He never borrowed his erotic novels from the library as his co-workers would be able to see his history, so he bought them all online. She realised he was waiting for her to answer.
"No, no I never read them. I don't read much but my boyfriend has read them, and I enjoyed the effect it had on him in the bedroom, if you know what I mean?" She smiled.
Edward coughed and pushed his glasses back up his nose, turning away as if embarrassed.
"Yes, I've heard that several couples have attributed their improved sex lives to the books. I must say though, I also found them quite romantic, the way a completely innocent young lady trusted the big bad wolf so implicitly that he could literally make her cum in an elevator full of people. I found that to be a real turn on."
Bella could feel her breathing quicken as Edward turned to look at her again, this time straight on, and as he took a step towards her, she could see the lust in his eyes, even with the low lighting.
"I mean," he continued, once more pushing his glasses up his nose, "If I were Christian Grey I could have my way with you right here, against the dirtiest, most vividly erotic books in the whole place."
With his right hand on the books above Bella's head, he leaned down towards her.
Bella reached out and stroked the books to her left.
"These books?" She asked, staring at Edward. "These books right here? What would you do, exactly, if you were Christian Grey?"
"Well," He pushed his glasses up his nose once again. "I would have sent you to the toilet to remove your panties before coming to these shelves, but I think you already have that covered?" He raised one eyebrow in question, hardly concealing the smirk on his lips.
Bella smiled shyly and nodded.
"Then I would simply turn you around to face away from me."
He held her arm and gently turned her so that she was facing the shelves, arms hanging by her sides. He moved to stand directly behind her, running his fingertips up and down her bare arms.
"And then I would lean in close to your ear."
He leaned down until his lips were brushing against her.
"And I would tell you how I was going to fuck you right here and warn you to be quiet or everyone would know what we were doing."
With that, he placed a gentle kiss on her ear and lifted her arms, resting her hands against the books in front of her.
"Don't move and don't make a sound," he whispered in her ear.
She could hear him moving behind her and sensed that he had stepped away from her slightly, but she didn't turn around as he had told her not to move.
She jumped as she felt him take her right hand and pull her arm behind her back, then do the same with the left one. He tied something around her wrists so that they were bound together but not tightly. She knew that if she wanted to, she could simply pull her hand out of the bindings.
"Is that OK?" Edward asked, his breath tickling her neck.
"Yes."
Bella was surprised at how breathless her voice was, and how turned on she was feeling.
He placed a kiss on her neck, just below her ear and started to kiss down her shoulder, down her back, across the top of the bodice.
"I do like this," he said, running his fingers between the material and her skin. "You should wear this more often."
He ran both hands down her sides, then back up the front, cupping her breasts. He softly wrapped his fingers of his right hand around her neck while the other continued to massage her, tweaking her nipple through the material. He gently tilted her head to the side so that he could kiss her lips, his tongue gaining entrance as he pulled a little harder on her nipple and she gasped at the pleasurable pain shooting through her.
Bella leaned back resting against Edward's body as she tried to balance on her heels, especially now that she was becoming light headed with the passionate kiss, the nipple tugging and the knowledge that Edward had taken control of this moment.
As he continued to kiss her, he put one leg between Bella's, slowly sliding it outwards so that she widened her was when she realised he had taken off his clothes in record time, and that he was in fact naked behind her.
She felt the slight tightening of his arm around her body to help her stay upright then she whimpered as she felt his length slide along her folds, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, so she could feel every inch as her juices lubricated him.
He let go of her throat and nipped and sucked his way around her neck to her shoulder, pulling away so that he could watch himself disappear between her legs and then reappear, glistening in the tiny amount of light that reached them from the table lamp that they had left on.
"I wish you could see this, Bella, I am so hard right now."
He reached his hand down between them and as he pulled back again, he let his finger wipe away some of her wetness, then held his finger to her lips.
"Taste this," he ordered, "This is how you taste, this is my favourite flavor in the world."
She opened her lips so that she could lick his finger. Then she sucked his finger into her mouth and laved it with her tongue
As he pulled his finger out, she groaned and licked her lips, looking Edward right in the eye as he watched her from behind.
"That's my girl," he praised. "Now put one of your feet on the shelf in front of you, no, the next one up."
She complied and steadied herself on one leg, feeling the cool air on her wet pussy.
She felt him as he lined himself up with her opening, moaning wantonly as he slowly, so slowly, entered her. With this angle, she could feel every inch of him and when he pulled out again just as slowly, she begged him to speed up.
"Not yet, my love, this is MY fantasy, not yours."
And he slowly pushed forward again, feeling her tighten around him.
"Fuck, don't squeeze like that or I won't last long," he implored, "I'm barely holding it together as it is."
She tried to relax her muscles as she was enjoying this feeling too much for it to be over yet and concentrated on keeping her breathing at a regular pace.
Watching himself enter her from behind, and still toying with her nipple through the material of the corset, his breathing was becoming more erratic. He started to speed up his thrusts and soon the only sounds in the huge, empty library, were their combined heavy breathing and the wet slapping sound each time he rammed back into her. They could both feel her wetness drip down her leg.
He reached between them again and removed the tie from her wrists. As she brought her hands around to her front, she was stunned and somewhat impressed to find that hanging from her wrist were her panties that he had removed earlier. She wasn't so pleased though as he pulled out of her and stepped back.
When he turned her towards him she watched as he swiped all the books off the shelf at waist height.
"Hold on to the shelf, love, I'm going to lift you up."
Doing as she was told, he sat her on the cold metal shelf but it didn't have time to register as he pushed her knees apart with his hands and thrust back into her again in one movement.
"Now you can watch us, too," he smiled, and then watched Bella's face as she watched him pound into her time and again.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, and she reached one hand down to find her sweet spot.
Edward looked down and was mesmerized by the way her fingers put pressure on her clit, but noticed that she wasn't moving them.
"I can't," she answered his unspoken question. "I don't want to cum before you do," she forced out. "I'm so close, I want to cum with you."
He pulled her off the shelf, wrapping his arms around her, staying inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they both moaned at the new deep sensations, knowing they could not get any closer.
She put her hands on his shoulders and he helped her lift herself up, then drop back down on his cock over and over. They stared into each others' eyes and as Bella started to constrict around him, his eyes rolled back into his head and he thrust in one more time, feeling the pulse of his cum as it shot inside her. Bella was milking him, endlessly, and neither of them were breathing, prolonging the joint orgasm until eventually Edward sagged to the floor, arms still wrapped around her and they both panted, gasping for air.
They stayed like that, him kneeling and Bella sat astride his legs with him still inside her until his cum, mixed with Bella's juices, started to drip from her down to his thighs. The sensation made them both giggle and when his now slack penis slid out of her, she climbed off his lap and sat next to him on the floor, surrounded by the erotic literature strewn around the aisle.
Eventually, Edward stood up and pulled his pants back on and gave Bella a hand up from the floor. He dropped down before her to hold her panties for her to put her feet through. He knew she wasn't great in high heels and didn't like the idea of her losing her balance.
Suddenly it dawned on him.
"What did you wear over here? Surely you didn't come dressed like this?!"
Rolling her eyes, she replied "I wore a skirt and jumper over the top. Like I'd ever leave the apartment dressed like this?!"
He put his arms around her and held her close.
"Good, because I don't want anybody seeing you in this outfit. This is all for me. Now, what do you say, next time I head over to the fire station? I have a fantasy that involves a fire truck and an extra long hose!"
Bella smacked his arm but laughed. They walked towards the table where her bag was, with the skirt and jumper shoved inside.
"Well, I guess we'll have to see what we can do about that then. Come on, take me home. I'll give you half an hour to recover then I would like at least one more orgasm tonight, if only to help me sleep!"
"Oh I don't think that will be a problem, especially if you let me peel that outfit off you at my own pace."
With Bella now dressed and the books re-shelved by her sexy librarian, she led the way to the front door and they headed home.
Edward locked up and felt secure in the knowledge that he could use this little fantasy-fulfilling evening whenever his love was working night shift again, and he had trouble sleeping.