Normal, in a way

They wake with Adam spooned against her.

His arm over her waist. His cock, half-hard, fitted to the curve of her ass. Morning light. Lana lies in it for a minute, then slips out of his arms without waking him fully. She moves down the bed and takes him in her mouth.

Tender. Loving.

She kisses the head. Licks him until he thickens on her tongue. Then she sucks, slow, cheeks soft, eyes closed at first because the care is in the pace. He groans awake. His hand finds her hair and does not push. She looks up. Eye contact. She takes him deeper, worships the shaft, comes back to the head and sucks like she is saying good morning with her throat.

“Oh baby,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Just like that. Good wife.”

She hums and keeps going. Long enough that it is a real blowjob and not a token. Spit. Tongue. A gentle sink to the back of her mouth. She strokes nothing. Mouth only. When he gets close she stays, eyes on his, and lets him cum.

He floods her mouth. She swallows, tender about that too, then licks him clean. A last kiss to the head.

She gets off the bed.

“I’m going to get breakfast ready,” she says, and walks out naked.

He follows a couple of minutes later. Also naked. She is at the counter, back to him, still without clothes, reaching for the pan. The kitchen light is on her ass, her thighs, the faint shine still between her legs from nothing but the morning.

He walks up behind her. Wraps her in his arms. One hand slides down her stomach and finds her clit. He rubs. Slow circles. She gives a soft moan and leans back into his chest, the pan forgotten.

His mouth is at her ear. His cock is already thickening against her ass.

“Do you remember all my rules?”