Reading!

“Do you think you can read while I am fucking you, faggot?” Amy asks, “Or, I suppose I should ask, can you read a book as I am fucking you at full force, without tearing my pages in the process?” I hum thoughtfully, as Amy stands up, and I follow.

“I think so, it'll just be a matter of being careful in how I turn pages, once I'm used to your rhythm, Amy,” I answer, saying her name as I always have, with love and respect. “I know which one I want to read, too. Or, well, which I want to re-read.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asks, grinning at me, “So what am I gonna be fucking you to? Maybe I'll try to pick a rhythm that'll feel as if it compliments the story, for you, my little sunshine slut!” I blink at Amy, because that's such a weird idea, to start with.

Yet, at the same time, it's a heartwarming expression of her affection, and I really like it. I've never really thought about a book as having a rhythm to get fucked by, but now, the notion intrigues me. I don't even have to wonder what it'll be like.

“I was thinking about rereading The Black Gryphon,” I answer, and Amy nods. I can see her already attempting to figure out the right rhythm for that, as we reach her room. I cross immediately to her bookcase, crouching down and getting it.

I move to her bed and lay down on my stomach, allowing me to rest the book on the bed, to make it easier for me to read. I'm thankful that Amy always buys hardcover, even if it requires her to make a special order and pay more for the service.

For a moment, I watch as Amy moves, retrieving the lubricant, then vanishes behind me. I can feel her hands on my hips, as she manoeuvres into position. I slowly open the book and focus on it, deciding if she wants to let me read, then I'll read.

It's one of my favourite book sagas, by one of my favourite authors. Even if I've read it four times, already, I'm still looking forward to experiencing the world she creates, again. Her works are wonderful enchantments, voyages to a better world.

I feel Amy's hands stroke down my legs, then push them apart. I let her spread my legs until my knees bend, and my feet hang down, over either side. Her hands slide up to my shoulders as she moves into a position behind me, stroking down.

“You know how much I adore you, don't you, faggot?” Amy murmurs in my ear, as her hands caress down to my ass, then slide back up, as I read. “Don't answer, slut, just read. I know you know, but I want to say it. I want you to hear me say it.”

“I fucking love you, my sweet little sunshine slut,” Amy whispers in my ear, and my heart skips a beat as her hands slide up, her touch soft as goose down. I can feel Amy's love, as much as I can hear it in her voice, even before she moves again.

Then her lips touch the back of my neck, and my eyes flutter, and I grip the sides of the book tighter. I whimper softly in pleasure, in spite of myself, as Amy kisses a trail down my spine, so close it's as if she wants to kiss every single vertebra.

My spine arches underneath her, as she works her way down to my tailbone. Her palms caress their way down my thighs, as her mouth follows. I can feel my cheeks turn a warm, deep pink, when Amy's lips touch my ass, down to my right calf.

I don't speak. I can't. Amy commanded me not to. I force myself to take a deep breath, inhaling the pleasant aroma of her bedroom, as her kisses reach my right ankle. My body utterly under her control, I feel practically worshipped by my Amy.

Her hands guide my leg up, and I shiver as she kisses the sole of my foot. Heel, then instep, and then both metatarsals, and lets go. My leg falls limply back down where she guided it earlier, and I feel her hands on the other, and, then, Amy's lips.

My cheeks stain crimson as she kisses the sole of my left foot, up the same path she travelled down. I slowly turn the page, forcing myself to remain focused on reading, even as she kisses her way up my entire left leg, returning herself to my ass.

Her palms cup both cheeks, brushing outwards. I gasp, involuntarily, when Amy's tongue slides up the crease, then down, and then, drives in. My eyes widen, and I stare stupidly at the fucking page, as she pushes her tongue inside me, twisting.

I never realised she had such a big damn tongue, before, and I never imagined she'd do this, but it feels ... nice. My cheeks must be darker than cherry wine, right now, but I close my eyes and take a breath, forcing myself to refocus on the book.

As I read, I can feel her continuing her assault on my hole, her tongue twisting and writhing. My cock hardens, as Amy's tongue touches my prostate, and she grinds it in. My eyes flutter, again, as her arms wrap around my thighs, gripping me.

I feel her fingertips on my cock, whimpering as her fingers slide around me, her grip delicate and light. As she begins to stroke, she uses her other hand to guide my hips up, higher, higher. Into a position she can fuck, but also to let her stroke.

Page by page, I read, even as Amy strokes my cock slowly, almost as if edging me from the start. Her tongue drives hard, practically fucking my ass with her tongue. I can feel my hips twitch, and buck weakly, in response, cooperating with her.

Her tongue slides free, and she licks from my perineum up to my tailbone. Amy's fingers grip firmly onto me, as she drives her tongue back in. Forcing myself to actually read a book while she does this is taking every ounce of my reprogramming.

Every part of me wants to react, to moan, to beg, to plead, to show receptiveness to her attention. The brainwashing she's applied, forces my mind to focus, ignore the pleasure and arousal, even as she continues to drive me toward my release.