I am Elena. My husband, Caleb, and I have been married four years. Most nights we fall into the same easy rhythm dinner, a show, the quiet weight of each other on the couch. Last night was different only in how slowly it turned. We were on the sofa, lights low, his arm along the back of the cushions behind me. His hand found the back of my neck and stayed there, thumb moving once. I turned my head and kissed him. It started soft, the way it usually does, then deepened when I opened for him. His other hand slid under my shirt, warm against my ribs. I shifted until I was straddling his thigh, feeling him already hard beneath me. I broke the kiss and looked at him. “Stay right there.” He nodded. I slid off his lap and onto my knees between his legs. My fingers worked open his belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans. He was thick and already hard when I freed him. I wrapped one hand around the base and leaned in, breathing against the head before taking him into my mouth. I moved slowly at first, lips sliding down the shaft, tongue pressed flat underneath. My free hand rested on his thigh. Caleb’s hand settled lightly on the back of my head, not pushing, just resting there the way he always does. I took him deeper, feeling the familiar weight of him against my tongue, the way his hips tensed when I hollowed my cheeks. I pulled back to the tip, licked across it, then sank down again. The wet sound filled the quiet apartment. I set a steady rhythm—hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t take, lips tight, tongue working the underside. Caleb’s breathing changed. His fingers tightened once in my hair, then loosened. I looked up at him while I kept going. His eyes were on me, focused, the same look he gets when he wants to last. I stayed on my knees like that for a long time, the only sounds our breathing and the soft, wet slide of my mouth on his cock. When his hips started to lift, I kept the pace, letting him use my mouth until he came. I swallowed, then stayed there a moment longer, lips still around him, before pulling back slowly. He reached down and pulled me up into his lap. We didn’t say much. His hand moved through my hair, slow and easy, while the city noise drifted in from the open window. The rest of the night could wait.