Wicked Wednesday #199 — Books

Polly leaned against the stack of books in Colin’s library. Watching him, she was happy that she and Oscar had taken a break.

She was in Colin’s downtown New York apartment which was near the Strand, and thus he often got books there. In addition to his first editions and rare books—Colin could not resist a book. He had the same lust for them, that he had had for blood when they were going their faux vampire days as young lovers.

Now Colin was a professional collector of things, and right now it felt like he was collecting her. Polly stopped breathing when he stood in front of her.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Colin moved away from her, because she had let him drift away so many times before. She was not sure if he felt the shift, if the shift was hers alone. But her lips remained parted, while she said nothing.

He smiled at her, and turned around. Polly pressed her lips to his neck, and closed her eyes taking in his scent. Clean and crisp, like cotton of the his shirt.

“Don’t,” he said, even as his neck pushed against her lips. Polly pulled away, and bit her lip. Colin turned and looked at her, she let her eyes fall to the floor. He put his finger on her lip, and caressed its curve. “Why did you kiss my neck?”

“I’m sorry…”
“You told me not to touch you, and you kiss me? What do you want me to do?”

“Colin…”

He stared at her, and his eyes always undid her. She moved slowly as if under his spell.

“Stay like that. Don’t move…” he whispered, barely audibly.

Polly stood statuesque by the spiraled column of books. Colin caressed her jawbone, and leaned in as if to kiss her.

But he didn’t.

She remained perfectly still as he caressed her clavicle, his finger softer than the air, but making between her legs pulse like a drum. He circled her hard nipple, before he palmed her entire breast in his hand. He covered both of her breasts in his palms, and only the gauzy material of her blouse separated his hands from her bare skin.

Polly was so hungry for his touch, but she remained perfectly still. Perfectly poised, without straining for him. Even though her skin craved him. His hand on her left breast moved softly with the drumming of her heart. He pressed his lips to her neck, and her mouth opened with a ravenous moan, breaking her silence.

But her body remained still with desire…

There are AMAZING posts for this week’s theme “books.” You can read them all here.

I am a true bibliophile! Read my nonfiction take on books on LN Bey’s blog, Kinked Ink: Eroticists’ Favorite Erotica.

books photo by f dot leonora