With him pressed behind me and a sh

With him pressed behind me and a shelf in front, I felt completely hidden, like I was buried in this hulking man. Or maybe sheltered.
“Read,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Start there.”
He indicated with his fingertip that I begin at a paragraph partway into a chapter. I didn’t know what was happening, who was narrating. But I understood it didn’t matter.
Wetting my lips, I read, “ ‘When he and Louise met, they immediately went off together. Antonio was powerfully fascinated by the whiteness of her skin, the abundance of her breasts, her slender waist. . . . ’ ”
Max’s hands ran up beneath my dress, over my hips, across my stomach, up to where he cupped my breasts.
“Fuck, you’re soft.”
One of his hands smoothed down my side and between my legs, teasing at my wetness.
It was work to focus on the plain English in front of me, but I kept reading. Max moved his hands away, clearing my head for only a beat, because behind me, I could feel him shifting, could hear the click of his belt as he unlatched it. I barely processed the words as I said them, instead listening to the sounds of him behind me.
Could I do this? This wasn’t a wild dance floor, with strobing lights and writhing bodies; this wasn’t an empty restaurant and his hand under the table. This was the most famous public library, full of rare volumes, marble flooring . . . literary history. Since entering the building we hadn’t even spoken at full volume. And we were going to have sex? It was one thing to imagine it, another to be standing here about to actually do it.
I was nervous.
Hell, I was terrified. But I was also buzzing, every neuron firing, my blood pumping wildly in my veins. My words faltered as I read.
“Focus, Sara.”
I blinked down at the book, struggling to push my attention to the words on the page.
“ ‘Everything made him laugh. He gave one the feeling that the whole world was now shut out and only this sensual feast existed, that there would be no tomorrow, no meetings with anyone else—that there was only this room, this afternoon, this bed.’ ”
“Read that again,” he growled and then lifted my skirt. “This room, this afternoon, this bed.”
Just as I was about to speak, and without any warning, he slid right inside me, so wet was I that he hadn’t even really had to tease, stroke, or pet me. He just had to give me a book, the briefest teasing touches, and the sounds of him undressing. I groaned, wishing he could find a way to push all of him entirely inside me. I was convinced that being ripped in two by him would be the best pleasure I’d ever known.
“Quiet,” he reminded me, moving back and then into me slowly. He was so hard, so long. I remembered the sharp sting when he’d taken me roughly on all fours last week in front of the mirrors. I remembered how I dreaded and welcomed every brutal thrust. When he caught my face in my orgasm on a hundred different mirrors, he’d completely come undone. More than anything, seeing him like that had been the climax of my night.
We were at the end of a darkened row, but I could hear the faint sounds of someone else a few stacks down. I bit my lip as Max slid his hand around my hip and between my legs, teasing my clit.
“Keep reading.”
I felt my eyes go wide. Was he serious? If I gave my throat permission to make any sound, I couldn’t be held responsible for what came out. “I can’t,” I squeaked.
“Sure you can,” he said, as if he’d suggested I simply take a deep breath. His fingers swept across my clit again, teasing. “Or we can stop.”
I threw him a dark look over my shoulder and ignored his silent laugh. I had no idea where I’d left off, or what was happening in the story other than Antonio ripping off Louise’s dress but leaving on some giant, heavy belt. I could barely find my breath, but I began reading again in a tight, stuttering cadence that seemed to make Max crazy. His fingers dug into my hips and he swelled inside me.
“Please . . . ,” I begged.
“Christ,” he gasped. “Keep going.”
Somehow, I strung the words together, and the passage grew heated and wild. So descriptive. Her wetness was “honey.” The man sucked and tasted every single place on this woman’s body, probing into her and teasing until I started to feel heavy with her want and mine. To my horror, I could feel my own wetness going down my thighs, sliding between us with the force of his movement.
Max shuddered behind me, losing both patience and rhythm. He seemed unable to move his hand from where it gripped my hip, and I suspected the other held his phone, taking pictures.
“Sara. Fuck. Touch yourself.”
I carefully pinned the book open with one forearm and reached between my legs, rubbing. I’d been so swollen, so heavy with the weight of my orgasm pressing down on me that I began to come within only a few seconds. The last of my words came out broken.
“ ‘ . . . thought she . . . would go in-sane . . . with a hatred and a j-oy . . . ’ ”
When my muscles stopped trembling, he thrust hard into me a few more times and then stilled, stifling his groan with his mouth pressed to my neck.
The room was completely silent, and I realized I had no sense of how loud we’d actually been. I’d whispered every word I read, I knew. But when I came, had I made some other loud noise? I lost myself so completely with him.
He pulled out of me, releasing a quiet grunt, and a whispered, “Be right back.”
I stood, hearing him disappearing behind me while I fixed my clothes. He returned, kissing the back of my neck. “Mmm. Lovely.”
I turned to face him.
“And per your rules,” he said, looking down at me as he buttoned his suit jacket, “I suppose this is where we part.”
I straightened my already straightened dress. This was our arrangement—I’d been the one to demand it—but it felt . . . odd. He continued to watch me with a twinkle in his eye, almost as if to say, I just gave you an insane orgasm and you look a little dazed, but hey! Here’s your dumbass rule!
I was tempted to agree.
“Right. Perfect. I’m glad we’re on the same page,” I said instead.
He laughed as he slid the book back onto the shelf. “And thank God that page isn’t Page Six, right? A brilliant shag and no one’s the wiser. We are most definitely in agreement.”
“Do you ever get tired of it?” I asked. “People watching you?” I remembered how much I hated the unsolicited opinions about my hair or what I wore when I was with Andy, the speculation on whether I’d gained or lost a few pounds or who I was seen with. I wondered if it was the same for him.
“It’s not like being a true celebrity. People here just like to know what I’m up to. I think most people reading that rubbish just want to think I’m having fun.”
That seemed so optimistic. “Seriously? I think they all want to catch you with your pants down.”
“Wait, isn’t that what you’re after?” He laughed at my eye roll, and continued: “The slut image is convenient for them. I’m not fucking a different girl every night.”
Stretching to kiss him, I added, “Well, at least not lately.”
Something passed across his eyes, a tiny flicker of confusion before it cleared. “Too right.” He leaned forward and kissed me sweetly, his hand cupping my face. “Let’s go, shall we?”
I nodded, a little dazed. Max motioned for me to lead the way and we climbed the stairs, stepping back onto the main floor of the library. Nothing had changed: the sound of whispers and pages turning still filled the air and nobody even glanced in our direction. There was a thrill in what we had done, and the fact that nobody seemed the wiser.
We were nearing the exit when Max reached for my arm and pulled me into a darkened corner. “Just one more,” he said, right before he brought his lips to mine. It was soft and sweet and his lips lingered there, as if he didn’t want to be the one to pull away.
I swallowed when I met his eyes again.
“Till next week, Petal.”
And then he was gone. I watched as he crossed the floor and headed out into the fading sunshine, and wondered how much I would regret this when it was over.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Bersamanya ditekan di belakang saya dan rak di depan, aku merasa benar-benar tersembunyi, seperti aku dimakamkan di orang raksasa ini. Atau mungkin terlindung."Membaca," ia berbisik, napas terhadap telingaku. "Mulai ada."Ia menunjukkan dengan jari nya bahwa saya mulai pada ayat setengah jalan ke sebuah bab. Aku tidak tahu apa yang terjadi, yang menceritakan. Tapi aku mengerti tidak peduli.Membasahi bibir saya, saya membaca, "' ketika ia dan Louise bertemu, mereka segera pergi bersama-sama. Antonio kuat terpesona oleh keputihan kulitnya, kelimpahan payudara, pinggang ramping.... ’ ”Max tangan berlari di bawah gaun saya, atas pinggul, di perut saya, ke mana dia menangkupkan kedua payudaraku."Fuck, kau lembut."Salah satu tangannya merapikan menuruni sisi saya dan antara kedua kakiku, menggoda di saya basah.Itu bekerja untuk fokus pada bahasa Inggris di depan saya, tapi aku terus membaca. Max pindah tangan, kliring kepalaku untuk hanya mengalahkan, karena di belakang saya, aku bisa merasakan dia pergeseran, bisa mendengar klik sabuk seperti yang ia unlatched itu. Aku nyaris tidak diproses kata-kata seperti yang saya katakan mereka, alih-alih mendengarkan suara dia di belakang saya.Saya bisa melakukan ini? Ini bukan lantai dansa liar, dengan terus-menerus lampu dan writhing tubuh; ini bukan sebuah restoran kosong dan tangannya di bawah meja. Ini adalah perpustakaan umum yang paling terkenal, penuh dengan volume langka, lantai... marmer sejarah sastra. Sejak memasuki gedung kami bahkan tidak berbicara pada volume penuh. Dan kami akan melakukan seks? Itu adalah satu hal untuk membayangkan hal itu, lain untuk berdiri di sini untuk benar-benar melakukannya.Aku merasa gugup.Neraka, aku sangat ketakutan. Tapi aku juga berdengung, setiap neuron menembak, darah saya memompa liar di pembuluh darahku. Kata-kata saya goyah seperti saya membaca."Fokus, Sara."Saya berkedip turun di buku, berjuang untuk mendorong saya memperhatikan kata-kata di halaman."' Semuanya membuatnya tertawa. Ia memberikan satu perasaan bahwa seluruh dunia sekarang menutup dan ada hanya perayaan ini sensual, bahwa akan ada pertemuan tidak besok, tidak dengan orang lain — bahwa ada hanya ruang ini sore ini, tempat tidur ini.' ”"Membaca itu lagi," Dia berkata sambil menggeram dan kemudian mengangkat rok saya. "Ruangan ini, sore ini, tempat tidur ini."Sama seperti aku berbicara, dan tanpa peringatan, dia meluncur tepat di dalam saya, sehingga basah pada saya bahwa dia tidak benar-benar harus menggoda, stroke, atau hewan peliharaan saya. Ia hanya memberikan saya sebuah buku, sentuhan menggoda yang singkat dan suara dia menanggalkan pakaian. Saya mengerang, berharap dia bisa menemukan cara untuk mendorong semua dia sepenuhnya dalam diriku. Saya yakin bahwa ripped dalam dua olehnya akan kesenangan terbaik yang pernah kukenal."Tenang," ia mengingatkan saya, bergerak kembali dan kemudian ke saya perlahan-lahan. Ia adalah begitu keras, begitu lama. Aku ingat sengatan tajam ketika ia mengambil saya kira-kira pada semua merangkak minggu di depan cermin. Aku ingat bagaimana aku takut dan menyambut setiap dorong yang brutal. Ketika ia tertangkap wajahku di saya orgasme pada seratus berbeda cermin, dia benar-benar datang dibatalkan. Lebih dari apa pun, melihat dia seperti itu telah klimaks dari malam saya.Kami pada akhir baris gelap, tapi aku bisa mendengar suara samar seseorang beberapa tumpukan turun. Aku sedikit bibir saya seperti Max meluncur tangannya sekitar pinggul dan antara kaki saya, menggoda clit saya."Terus membaca."Saya merasa mata saya pergi lebar. Ini dia serius? Jika saya memberi saya izin tenggorokan untuk membuat suara apapun, saya tetap tidak bisa bertanggung jawab apa keluar. "Saya tidak bisa," Aku squeaked."Tentu saja bisa," katanya, seolah-olah dia telah menyarankan saya hanya mengambil napas dalam-dalam. Jari menyapu clit saya lagi, menggoda. "Atau kita bisa berhenti."Aku melemparkannya Lihat gelap bahu saya dan diabaikan tertawa diam. Aku tidak tahu di mana saya telah terputus, atau apa yang terjadi dalam cerita selain Antonio merobek Louise gaun tetapi meninggalkan pada sabuk beberapa raksasa, berat. Aku hampir tidak bisa menemukan napas, tapi saya mulai membaca lagi dalam ketat, gagap irama yang tampaknya membuat Max gila. Jari-jarinya menggali ke pinggul dan ia membengkak dalam diriku."Tolong...," Aku memohon.Kristus,"ia terkesiap. "Terus."Entah bagaimana, aku dirangkai kata-kata, dan bagian tumbuh dipanaskan dan liar. Jadi deskriptif. Basah nya adalah "madu." Pria mengisap dan terasa setiap satu tempat pada tubuh wanita ini, memeriksa ke dalam dirinya dan menggoda sampai aku mulai merasa berat dengan dia inginkan dan tambang. Dengan ngeri saya, aku bisa merasakan sendiri basah turun paha saya, geser antara kita dengan kekuatan gerakan-nya.Max shuddered di belakang saya, kehilangan kesabaran dan irama. Ia tampak tidak dapat berpindah tangan dari mana ia mencengkeram pinggul saya, dan saya curiga yang lain memegang telepon, mengambil gambar."Sara. Persetan. Menyentuh sendiri."Aku dengan hati-hati disematkan buka buku dengan satu lengan dan dicapai antara kedua kakiku, menggosok. Aku telah begitu bengkak, begitu berat dengan berat orgasme saya menekan pada saya bahwa saya mulai datang dalam hanya beberapa detik. Yang terakhir dari kata-kata saya keluar rusak."'... pikir dia... akan pergi di-waras... dengan kebencian dan j-oy... ’ ”Ketika otot-otot saya berhenti gemetar, ia memasukkan keras ke saya beberapa kali dan kemudian menenangkan, mencekik erangan nya dengan mulutnya yang ditekan untuk leher saya.Kamar adalah benar-benar diam, dan aku sadar bahwa aku tidak masuk akal dari seberapa keras kita sebenarnya telah. Aku punya berbisik setiap kata yang saya baca, saya tahu. Tapi ketika saya datang, aku telah membuat beberapa suara keras lainnya? Aku kehilangan diriku sendiri sehingga benar-benar bersamanya.Ia ditarik keluar dari saya, melepaskan mendengus tenang, dan berbisik, jangan Berger "Akan segera kembali."I stood, hearing him disappearing behind me while I fixed my clothes. He returned, kissing the back of my neck. “Mmm. Lovely.”I turned to face him.“And per your rules,” he said, looking down at me as he buttoned his suit jacket, “I suppose this is where we part.”I straightened my already straightened dress. This was our arrangement—I’d been the one to demand it—but it felt . . . odd. He continued to watch me with a twinkle in his eye, almost as if to say, I just gave you an insane orgasm and you look a little dazed, but hey! Here’s your dumbass rule!I was tempted to agree.“Right. Perfect. I’m glad we’re on the same page,” I said instead.He laughed as he slid the book back onto the shelf. “And thank God that page isn’t Page Six, right? A brilliant shag and no one’s the wiser. We are most definitely in agreement.”“Do you ever get tired of it?” I asked. “People watching you?” I remembered how much I hated the unsolicited opinions about my hair or what I wore when I was with Andy, the speculation on whether I’d gained or lost a few pounds or who I was seen with. I wondered if it was the same for him.“It’s not like being a true celebrity. People here just like to know what I’m up to. I think most people reading that rubbish just want to think I’m having fun.”That seemed so optimistic. “Seriously? I think they all want to catch you with your pants down.”“Wait, isn’t that what you’re after?” He laughed at my eye roll, and continued: “The slut image is convenient for them. I’m not fucking a different girl every night.”Stretching to kiss him, I added, “Well, at least not lately.”Something passed across his eyes, a tiny flicker of confusion before it cleared. “Too right.” He leaned forward and kissed me sweetly, his hand cupping my face. “Let’s go, shall we?”I nodded, a little dazed. Max motioned for me to lead the way and we climbed the stairs, stepping back onto the main floor of the library. Nothing had changed: the sound of whispers and pages turning still filled the air and nobody even glanced in our direction. There was a thrill in what we had done, and the fact that nobody seemed the wiser.We were nearing the exit when Max reached for my arm and pulled me into a darkened corner. “Just one more,” he said, right before he brought his lips to mine. It was soft and sweet and his lips lingered there, as if he didn’t want to be the one to pull away.I swallowed when I met his eyes again.“Till next week, Petal.”And then he was gone. I watched as he crossed the floor and headed out into the fading sunshine, and wondered how much I would regret this when it was over.