Dinner At The Kings - o6
Internally Ari groaned. She knew that it was technically her fault for offering in the first place but Ari really hated giving blow jobs. It was selfish of her but she has never been a fan of putting a manâs dick in or around her mouth. Ryan was the only boyfriend/partner sheâd ever gone down or more than once without them begging her and if just the offer was enough to make him smile just a little and forget what absolute shit-heads his parents were then she really couldnât go back on her offer now.
"Well I was half and half" She replied with a small smile "But I guess once I start getting larger you wonât be getting one from me in a very very long time so what the hell? Why not?â Ari reasoned, sounding like she was definitely trying to convince herself. She leaned up to the tips of her toes and kissed him, slowly and gently before moving her lips to neck to nibble on the skin there. âWait, if I do this you have to clear the table.â
Ryan knew that Ari wasn't too happy with going down on him, she didn't do it often. And he was perfectly okay with that. So when she started to speak as if she were trying to convince herself to do it, he felt a little bad. He wasn't going to make her do something that she didn't really want to do. But once she started to kiss him, bringing her lips down along his neck, all logic went out the window.Â
"Yeah, yeah. I'll clean the table," he breathed out, not really paying much attention. Grabbing onto her hand, he led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. "More comfortable," he spoke, that part of his mind that created and form full sentences temporarily disabled. Flopping onto the couch, he gave his wife a genuine smile. "You don't have to..." he trailed off, feeling as if he were somehow forcing her to do it even though she wasn't too thrilled.














