As decided

Lana wakes to an empty space between her thighs.

Adam has rolled off sometime in the night. The mess is still there, dried on her skin, his cum and hers, but his cock is no longer aimed at her. He is on his back. Breathing slow. Not awake.

She remembers the morning duty before she remembers the hour.

Naked. That part she already is. She shifts down the bed, careful, and takes him in her hand only long enough to lift him. Then her mouth. Gentle. Almost loving. Not the throat-fuck she aimed at Kyler. A worship.

She kisses the head first. Soft. Then the underside, where he is warm and still soft-heavy from sleep. Her tongue traces the vein. She takes him in, just the head, and sucks slow, cheeks hollowed, no rush. He thickens on her tongue. She moans quietly around him and does not wake him on purpose.

She worships it.

Licks down to his balls and back up. Kisses the slit. Takes him deeper, inch by inch, until her lips are halfway down the shaft and her spit makes a quiet sound in the morning room. She pulls off to breathe and kisses the head again like she is greeting it. Then she sinks. Hands on his thighs, not on herself. The rule holds. Her cunt is still sticky from the night and she ignores it.

He gets hard. Fully. Thick, the way she knows, the head flaring against her tongue. He does not wake. His stomach rises and falls. Lana keeps sucking. Slow bobs. Tongue working the ridge every time she comes up. She takes him to the back of her throat and stays a second, not gagging, just holding, then eases off and does it again. Spit shines on him. She strokes nothing. Mouth only. Loving. Filthy in how careful it is.

She loses time in it. The weight. The taste of sleep and last night’s cum still faint on him. She sucks like the morning is a chapel and this is the prayer. Down. Hold. Up. A kiss. Down again. Her eyes close. She is wet from it but does not touch herself.

Adam wakes.

She feels it in the change of his breath, then in the hand that does not push, just settles in her hair. She looks up. Eye contact. His cock in her mouth. She does not look away. She sinks again, slow, and watches his face while she does it.

“Lana.”

She hums around him and keeps the pace. Gentle. Deep enough. Eyes on his. He lasts less than he would have if she had been rough. The view does it. The worship. The morning. His hips lift once, involuntary, and he cums.

It bursts into her mouth. Thick. She maintains the eye contact. Swallows. The first pulse, the second, the third. She does not spill. She keeps sucking through it, throat working, eyes wet and steady, until he is done twitching on her tongue.

Then she cleans him. Licks the shaft. The head. The corner of her lip where a drop tried to escape. A last soft suck to be sure. She gives the head a final lick, slow, and lets him go.

“Good morning, hubby.”

She gets off the bed. Naked. Sticky thighs. His taste in her mouth. She walks to the shower and does not look back.