He remembers

“I do,” Adam says.

Lana’s hand keeps stroking him, slow, the head wet against her palm.

“The first rule,” she says. “Morning blowjob. Naked. Before you’re up. I didn’t do it today. You stopped me. I still owe it. I’m repaying the debt.”

She slides down the bed.

His cock is in front of her face, thick from eating her, shining at the tip. She kisses the head. Looks up. Then she takes him in.

It is loving and filthy at once. She sucks slow, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside, eyes locked on his. She pulls off to spit on the shaft and stroke it, then sinks again, deeper, until her nose brushes his stomach and she holds there, humming.

“That’s it,” she says when she comes up, voice wet. “Look at me. Your wife’s mouth. Swallowing you properly. Don’t hold back. I want the load.”

Adam’s hand rests in her hair. Not forcing. Guiding.

“Fuck, your mouth,” he says. “So good. You always knew how. Look at you. Eyes up. Taking it. Good wife. Keep going. I’m going to blow in that mouth. You’re going to swallow every drop.”

She moans around him and takes him deeper. Spit runs down his balls. She strokes what she cannot fit and sucks what she can, worship and hunger mixed. Eye contact every time she eases off to breathe.

“Cum for me,” she says, filthy, soft. “Paint my tongue. Give it to your wife.”

He praises her through it. Her tongue. Her throat. The way she looks at him. How wet her mouth is. How he is not going to last. She speeds up just enough, hand and lips working together, and he groans.

“I’m cumming. Take it. Swallow.”

He cums hard. Thick pulses flooding her mouth. She keeps her eyes on him and swallows, throat working, not spilling, sucking him through the last twitch until he is sensitive and empty.

She pulls off. Opens her mouth. Sticks her tongue out. Clean. Nothing left. A drop at the corner she licks away while he watches.

They are both wrecked. Her cunt still humming from two orgasms. His cock softening, wet from her mouth. She crawls up and he pulls her in. Her head on his chest.

“Your mouth is ridiculous,” he says into her hair.

“Your tongue made me squirt,” she says. “Twice. We’re even.”

He huffs a laugh. She smiles against him. The rules are intact. The debt is gone.

They fall asleep like that, tangled, the night finally quiet.