I opened my eyes and turned my head to the clock. It was way too early to be up, but even though I tried, I knew, I wouldn’t fall back asleep. I turned to him and saw that he was sound asleep.
For a second I thought about waking him up. Sliding my hand across his body and slowly finding my way down, playing with his cock, making sure he got nice and hard. I knew he would wake up moaning and with a smile on his face. Or maybe just removing the the covers and waking him up with a blowjob. I knew he liked that.
But in the end I decided against it. He had some late nights, busy with work. So I looked at him, smiled and turned around. On the nightstand was my book and my phone. After a second of consideration I decidid to get my daily reading done. Getting a task done and finding out what next was happening to the story. That was not a hard desicions. I reached out for the book and did my best not to move too much in order not to wake him.
I opened where I had left off and put the bookmark on the nightstand. It took me only a little moment to get sucked into the story and forget everything that was happening around me. I have no idea how long I had been reading when I suddenly felt him move. I didn’t pay much attention to it as I thought he was simply moving in his sleep.
I didn’t even look at him and continued finding out what was happening in the story. Suddenly I felt his hand on me and surprised me with it. Just as I wanted to close the book and turn to him, I heard his sleepy voice: “Keep on reading my little slut.”
“Yes Sir”, I answered and enjoyed him caressing me. ‘He’s probably falling back asleep’ I thought to myself. But his caressing didn’t stop. His fingers found their way to my boobs and my down my stomach. I knew exactly where he was moving and parted my legs to let him touch my cunt.
He parted my legs a bit more and I could hear him smile as he realised how wet I already was. “Such a needy little slut. You even get wet from reading a book.”
Again I wanted to close the book and turn to him. But again he said: “Don’t stop reading. Did I tell you to stop my little slut?” It was in his voice, that tone that made it clear not to argue. So I did what I was told and went back to my book.
He played with me as I did my best to concentrate on my book and on his fingers. He would dip into my cunt and bring them back to circle my clit. He worked slowly and soon I started enjoying it.
I kept reading and was getting along in my book. His fingers on me felt nice and made me feel good. Soon again I got lost in my book again, while enjoying the lovely feeling.
And then came the point where I realised I had been reading the same sentence for the fifth time. I was not able to concentrate on the words and letters in front of me. That was the moment I closed my eyes and my book and concentrated on only him and his fingers. This time, he didn’t tell me to continue reading. My breath got faster and my moans louder. “Cum for me my little slut.” Faster and faster were his fingers playing with my clit and I worked towards his fingers. I felt my orgasm building up slowly but powerful. And finally I moaned louder and louder until I exploded in a loud moan and the words “Thank you Sir”.