Monica and Howard had fallen asleep after orgasms at each other's hands.
She wakes up before him. Wrapped in his arms still, having been held through the night, she yawns and disentangles herself from him slowly so as not to wake him. She washes her face and brushes her teeth and wonders what they've planned for the day. It's a Saturday, and lovely outside. A bit warm, maybe, but good weather for swimming, and as she brushes her teeth, she peeks through the blinds into the backyard. She sees the pool, blue and beautiful, tempting her. Life feels tempting. Checking her phone's calendar she sees they don't have any plans, which she then remembers as having been the plan they made last week. The day is blocked out, labeled "just us".
Going into his study, she finds a novel she's always liked. Howard's voice turns her on, no matter what he's saying, and so she's planned her morning around it. Later, the pool. Now, his voice and this book. Back into bed, she moves the covers off of him, uncovering his cock, hardened to greet the day. Her favorite play thing in her sights, she giggles, waking the owner, Howard.
"Good morning, Monica."
"Yes. It is. Good morning. Will you read to me?" As she asks this, she reaches toward him, her hand on and then above his knee, massaging his inner thigh as he drifts into the waking world.
"Read to you? What?" He feels her hand and looks down toward it. He sees he's erect and feels himself throbbing toward her. He reaches for her, looking back up, her cheek resting in his hand, her smile resting on his cock. "Sure. I'll read to you." He's certain this is an expression she hasn't explained yet. He likes where it's going, and is wondering at the hidden meaning of it as her cheek leaves his touch, her hand grasps his wrist, and a book is placed where the warmth of her skin had just been. A book. "Gone With the Wind?"
"Yeah. Guilty pleasure of mine. I love that book. You can start reading now." She opens to the first page for him, and looks into his eyes, blue and beautiful, looking tempting. Life feels tempting, and she wedges herself between his legs, her head resting on his thigh as she kisses the side of his cock. He half drops the book onto her head. Apologizing, he sets it aside, onto the pillow where she slept.
"No no no. Don't apologize, and don't put the book down. You said you'd read to me." She smirks at him, and at the bewildered look on his face, but tries to keep her expression as severe as possible. She's not fooling him, and he laughs at her. "Really, though. Please read to me, Howard."
"Say again?" His hand slips through her hair, pulling her face back toward his cock, where she clearly wants it to be.
"I want you to read to me." she whines, licking at him, whimpering with her desire and a bit of frustration. He nearly always wins the power games they play in bed. She's not actually a sore loser about it, but knows there are moments she'd do anything he asks of her. Those moments frighted and fascinate her. The head of his cock reaches her lips, and she gathers the strength to pull back. "Read now."
"Say please again, Monica." His fingers twist into her hair further, and he pulls her face toward his tip, watching her smile, lapping at him. He keeps her just short of being able to taste him, and he likes watching her try to. "Say 'please' again. Mean it."
"Oh! You're impossible. Please. Please read to me. I'll...I'll please you if you'd please read to me. It'll be fun, Howard."
Howard was having fun, but senses the frustration in her voice is pushing past play time, so he picks the book back up. Odd request, wanting to be read to. He's heard odder, and this could be fun, so he begins.
Reading the first words, he feels Monica's mouth on his balls, kissing them. Wet kisses. He diverts his eyes to see her, and stops reading to do so. She stops kissing him at that, so he begins again. As he reads on, she licks up the shaft of his cock, then licks the pre cum off the tip, and lets her tongue slide around the head of his cock before....he stops reading, and watches her, but as soon as he does that, she stops where she is and is still until he reads on. He keeps reading, and feels her tongue slide down the other side of his cock, and her tongue laps at his balls from the other side, and again and again. His breathing gets less even, and he's stuttering over the words. The page blurs, but when he stops, so does she, so he keeps on as best he can, and feels his shaft in her throat, feels her throat convulsing around it as he stumbles over the words he's not taking in as he says them.
