The rolling ladder creaked under her weight as she ascended the wood. It was a tall, spindly thing that felt far too precarious for the height she was attempting to reach. Harry was standing on the floor, his hands braced against the lower rungs to steady the base. He looked up at her with a grin that was far too wide for a man who was supposed to be helping her with a research task.
"Are you sure that is the one?" Harry asked. His voice echoed against the high, vaulted ceiling of the library.
"It is the wrong one," Draconia said. She reached for a leather spine that sat just beyond her grasp. "I was looking for the volume on ancient transfiguration, but this one is clearly a treatise on botanical enchantments."
"It looks important enough to be a mistake," Harry said. He stepped closer to the base of the ladder.
Draconia gripped the edge of the shelf and pulled the book from its place. The ladder wobbled slightly, and she felt her stomach drop as the wood groaned. Harry reached up to catch the swaying frame, his eyes fixed on her. He was not looking at the book, but at the way her robes had bunched around her hips.
"Keep steady," Harry said. His voice had dropped an octave.
"I am steady enough," Draconia replied. She sat back on the rungs, tucking her legs up to keep her balance. She was halfway up the ladder, perched on a narrow ledge of wood that felt entirely too small for her.
Harry moved closer, his chest nearly touching the ladder. He reached up, his hands finding her waist to keep her from tilting too far to the left. The sensation of his palms through the fabric of her robes made her breath hitch.
"You are shaking," Harry noted.
"The ladder is narrow," Draconia said. She looked down at him, her hair falling forward to frame her face.
"It is a very small ledge," Harry agreed. He did not let go. Instead, he pulled her slightly closer to the base, his grip tightening on her waist.
The friction of his hands against her hips sent a sharp ache through her. Draconia felt the heat of him even through the layers of their clothing. The movement of the ladder was sluggish, a slow-motion wobble that made her feel as though she might fall at any second. Neither of them moved to descend. The silence of the library felt heavy, though the lamp on the desk below cast a wide, amber glow that reached up toward them.
"If you fall, you will hit the floor hard," Harry said. He was looking at her mouth now.
"Then do not let me fall," Draconia commanded.
The kiss was desperate and clumsy, a collision of teeth and tongue. Harry pulled her down by the waist, forcing her to lean forward until her torso hung over the edge of the top shelf. He lifted her the rest of the way, pulling her body against the ladder so that her thighs wrapped around his waist. The wood groaned loudly under the sudden shift in weight, but Harry held her firm.
He reached under her robes, his fingers finding the silk of her knickers. Draconia gasped, her head hitting the shelf behind her as he pushed the fabric aside. He found her cunt with practiced ease, his thumb sliding into her wetness.
"Harry," she breathed. "The ladder..."
"It is fine," he said. He began to fuck her with his fingers, driving them into her pussy.
He unfastened his trousers with one hand, the other still holding her hips to keep her from sliding. Draconia watched as he pulled his cock free. It was thick and red, pulsing with his heartbeat. She reached down to touch him, her fingers wrapping around the length of his shaft. The skin was hot and smooth.
He guided his cock to her opening and pushed. Draconia cried out as he entered her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his width. He moved with a rhythmic, heavy thrust, the ladder swaying with every shove. The wood creaked and groaned, a rhythmic sound that matched the wet slapping of his pubic hair against her thighs.
"Do you feel that?" Harry whispered. He was fucking her hard now, his thrusts deep and punishing.
"Yes," she gasped. She gripped the edge of the shelf, her knuckles white. "Harder."
He obliged, driving his cock into her pussy with a ferocity that made the entire ladder lurch. Every time he bottomed out, the sound of his cock hitting her cervix made her vision blur. She felt the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt, the sensation of his skin against hers driving her toward a peak.
"You are so tight," Harry groaned. He reached up and pulled her closer, his movements becoming more frantic. He began to fuck her with short, sharp stabs, the friction of his cock creating a heat that seemed to radiate through her whole body.
Draconia felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, the walls of her cunt pulsing against his shaft. She threw her head back, the back of her neck hitting the shelf as he pushed deeper.
"I am going to..." she started, but the words died in her throat as a massive wave of pleasure hit her.
He felt her clenching, her pussy squeezing his cock in a series of frantic contractions. Harry let out a low growl and thrust one last time, burying his cock as deep as it would go. He held her there, his hips slamming against her, as he began to cum. She felt the hot, thick spurt of his cum filling her, the sensation of it flooding her insides.
"Oh god," she whispered, her body trembling.
He continued to fuck her, his movements slow and heavy as he finished his load inside her. The ladder swayed precariously, the wood groaning under the weight of their bodies. They stayed there, locked together in the dim light of the library, the scent of her arousal and his sweat rising around them.
"That was..." Draconia started, but she could not finish the sentence. She was too busy trying to find her balance as the ladder settled.
"A bit much?" Harry asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"It was a bad idea," Draconia said, though she was smiling.
"It was the best idea," Harry countered. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
They stayed perched there, her thighs still wrapped around him, the book still clutched in her hand. The sensation of his cock still inside her, the warmth of his cum leaking slightly from her pussy, made her feel incredibly heavy and satisfied.
"We should probably go down," she said, though she made no move to unwrap herself.
"In a minute," Harry replied. He leaned in to kiss her again, his hands still firm on her hips.
The ladder was a clumsy, unstable thing, but as she looked down at him, she knew she was right to be there. She was halfway up a rolling ladder, which it turns out is exactly as bad an idea as it sounds.