Reading In Bed 4

As the credits roll on the TV, she stretches and says "Ready for bed?"

"I am."

I am definitely ready for bed. We're on vacation, though we decided to stay put and explore sights close to home. Today we had lunch at a new restaurant, checked out a museum, and stopped at a favorite speakeasy for a cocktail on our way home.

She wore a new sundress, and I could not keep my eyes off of her. Neither could many of the guys we saw that day, especially one gentleman at the bar we'd made small talk with. I'd been turned on all day, and that certainly didn't help.

From the moment we'd left the house I'd made my intentions clear. Beyond constantly checking her out, I never missed the chance for a flirty observation or joke. I was also "a bit handsy" as they used to say. For the most part, she leaned into it. Blushing and flirting back, always pressing in a little closer to me or lingering a bit on a kiss. I was certain where the night was headed.

We go upstairs and start our nightly routines, the ones that seem to take *forever* when you're excited. I get in bed first. She comes out of the bathroom and asks if I'd get her a glass of water. I decide to top mine off too and head downstairs.

She is in bed with her book when I get back. That's not unusual, but when I hand her her water glass she surprises me. She briefly mumbles thanks and keeps reading. I lean in for a kiss. She gives me a gentle buss, barely looking up.

I'd clearly misread what was in store for the night. I slide toward her to nudge things in a different direction. She pauses and lets her book rest on her legs. I lean in for a kiss. She returns it gently, flittering her lips across mine, sharing the slightest tease of tongue.

I get hard against her leg. She reaches toward me and giggles. "You're so easy to turn on," she teases, just barely brushing my crotch with her fingers. "I'm really into this book. But, since it takes so little to please you, I can probably do both."

I moan. Her fingers toy with me lightly.

"Take these off," she whispers, tugging at my pajama pants and leaning in for another vanishingly soft kiss.

I undress. She wraps her hand around my shaft, almost but not quite gripping it. Her hand slides up and a down a few times with the same loose hold. "I'm enjoying my book. Don't distract me by coming"

I gasp "OK". With her free hand, she picks up her book and returns to reading.

She takes a slightly firmer grip and moves her hand slowly up and down, pausing to lick her fingers. Her spit allows her to tighten her grip and speed up a little. I flex my ass and lift my hips, trying to increase the sensation.

"Don't distract me," she says, loosening and slowing while I settled back down.

I murmur "OK," or something close to it. Her grip loosens again as she moves to turn the page. She finds a rhythm again, varying the tightness of her grasp frequently. My pleasure ebbs and flows with each change, but my desire only grows. I moan once more, a bit louder than before. She stops.

"I said don't distract me," she teases, slowly moving her hand again.

I want to distract her. I want to roll over on top of her and fuck her. Hard. Animalistic. Taking what I wanted all day. Channeling every dirty thought hard and deep inside her. Filling her with come.

But more than any of those, I didn't want this to stop. Her hand leaves to turn another page, then returns. As she reads she varies her grasp and rhythm frequently, her attention coming and going. She stops every now and then to turn the page.

My mind is a jumble. My desire grows with each strong, peaking as each page passes. I lose track of time, counting page turns to try to find it. Eventually I lose track of those. The room is quiet, the only sounds my sighs and the occasional turning page.

Then she speaks, "I'm getting sleepy," she says her voice a bit playful, "if you want to come tonight, it will have to be before I finish this chapter." Her hand stops. She holds a loose grip near the base of my cock. It seems like forever. A page turn interrupts the pause and she returns to slow, loose stroking.

"Before you finish the chapter," I think, "how do I time that. And how do I come with such a light touch?" As I puzzle this out she stops again, with the same gentle grip near the base. She starts again. Soon another page turn interrupts her flow.

She resumes the same slow, loose stroke. I moan, trying to coax a bit more attention from her. She responds with a tighter grip and increased speed, slowing again almost as quickly as she started.

After a few more slow, very loose strokes, she drops the book to her lap again. She leans toward me. With the barest touch from her lips and tongue, she kisses me. "I'm going to sleep now".

She rolls over and turns out the light. In the darkness, she turns her head toward me. "It's really cute how worked up you get from a simple handjob," she giggles, resting her head back down. "Good night sweetheart."