I Want This Marriage To Work

Lola and Nathan had hit a stretch where the bedroom stayed quiet for months. They still liked each other, still wanted the whole thing to work, so they figured they’d just start with the one thing they both could handle: her mouth wrapped around him. Lola dropped to her knees, yanked his pants down, and didn’t mess around. Warm lips slid right to the base, tongue flicking underneath, sucking hard enough that the sound of it bounced off the kitchen walls. Nathan grabbed the counter, knees twitching each time she dragged her tongue around the head and moaned like she’d missed the taste. She cupped his balls, rolled them with slick fingers, gave one a little squeeze that made him hiss, then took him back down. Saliva slid down her chin; she let it, moving slower now, deeper, until she had him lodged against the back of her throat and stayed there, gagging on purpose just to feel him pulse. Nathan could only swear under his breath and buckle forward, forehead hitting the cabinet. Every careful swirl of her tongue pulled another groan out of him, every shift of pressure behind his sac pulling him closer to the edge. When she finally started bobbing again, fast and messy, he went rigid, fingers knotted in her hair while thick spurts pulsed straight down her throat. Lola swallowed like she meant it, licked him clean, grinned up at him with watery eyes. For a minute neither of them spoke. Then Nathan laughed, weak and relieved, and Lola answered with an answering chuckle. Maybe they were idiots for thinking a blowjob could fix anything, but right then it felt like a pretty damn solid place to begin.