Slow and sensual

Lana does not rush it.

She takes him in her hand only to hold him steady. Then her mouth. Soft. The head first, a kiss, her tongue slow on the slit. She looks up so he has her eyes before he has the rest of her.

“You didn’t cheat,” she says against him, then takes him in.

Adam’s hand settles in her hair and does not push. The kitchen is bright. The talk is still on the table. She sucks him like she is finishing the sentence.

Slow bobs. Tongue under the ridge. She pulls off to breathe and keeps the eye contact.

“You have needs too,” she says. “Mia wants the fucking. This is the other thing.”

She sinks again. Deeper, still gentle. Her spit makes a quiet sound. She worships the shaft, licks back up, takes him until her eyes water and eases off before it becomes the other kind of morning. Adam watches her. Some of the tightness in his face lets go.

“That’s it,” she murmurs, stroking nothing, only her mouth. “Good. You’re allowed to be cared for. Kyler kissed you. I’m kissing you now. Same need. You aren’t a machine that only fucks on camera.”

She takes him deep and holds, humming, then a long slow suck that makes his stomach jump. Minutes. She does not count them. She talks between strokes, voice low, filthy only in how tender it is.

“Six months is a long time. You can fuck them for Mia and still want this. A mouth that isn’t performing. Eyes on you. Someone who knows you. Cum when you want. I’ll take it. You didn’t do a terrible thing.”

Adam groans. His thumb moves on her cheek. She smiles around him as much as a mouth can smile and keeps going. Long. Loving. The head against her tongue, the shaft wet, her hands on his thighs so she is not touching herself, the rule held even here. She looks up every time she comes up for air.

“You’re a good man who needed to be soft inside someone,” she says. “That’s not betrayal. That’s you. Give it to me. I’ve got you.”

He lasts a long time. She wants him to. She slows when he gets close, kisses the head, tells him again that he is allowed, then takes him back down and builds it properly. Eye contact. Encouragement. The clock moving and neither of them caring.

When he cums, it is with her name, quiet. She swallows. All of it. Eyes on his while she does. She stays through the pulses, then cleans him. Tongue on the shaft. A last suck at the head. Gentle, until there is nothing left to catch.

She tucks him back into the sweats. Wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Gets up off the tile, knees pink.

“Get ready for work,” she says. “I’ll make breakfast.”

Adam sits there a second longer than he needs to. Then he nods, and goes to shower, and Lana turns the stove on like the morning can still be ordinary.