The first sliver of dawn light crept through the gap in the curtains, painting a pale gold stripe across the bed where Lana lay curled against me, her naked body warm and soft in the aftermath of last night's marathon. Her breathing came steady and deep, the rhythm of satisfied exhaustion, her face buried against my shoulder with one arm thrown across my chest possessively. I studied her for a moment—the way her dark hair fanned across the pillow, the slight pout of her lips even in sleep, the faint marks I'd left on her neck that had darkened overnight into tiny bruises that made something primal in my chest purr with satisfaction.
Carefully, I extracted myself from her embrace. She made a small sound of protest, her hand grasping at empty air for a moment before she settled back into sleep. I pulled the covers up to her chin, brushing a lock of hair from her face.
The morning air was cool against my own bare skin as I padded across the worn wooden floorboards of the bedroom I'd grown up in—though it had been redecorated since Lana moved in, her touch evident in the frilly curtains and the scent of her perfume that lingered in every corner.
The bathroom was small, functional, the white tiles cool under my feet. I cranked the shower handle, listening to the old pipes groan in protest before water burst from the showerhead in a steaming spray. Stepping under it, I let the hot water pound against my face, plastering my gray hair against my forehead and eyes. It slipped down my skin in rivulets, washing away the lingering scent of sex and sweat, the feel of Lana's nails on my back, the memory of her screaming my name until she was hoarse. It was refreshing in its simplicity—just water and heat.
I was halfway through rinsing shampoo from my hair when the shower curtain whispered open. Cool air brushed my back a moment before her breasts pressed flush against my skin, her nipples hardening instantly against the wet heat. Her arms slipped around my waist, one hand sliding down to rest possessively on my hip.
"My Lana is so moody after sex night," I murmured, my voice half-teasing, half-affectionate.
She rubbed her naked body against my back in a slow, deliberate grind, her skin slick with water, and made a soft humming sound that vibrated through her chest into my spine. "Hmm."
I turned in her arms, water cascading down both our bodies now. Her hair was a dark, wet curtain clinging to her shoulders and breasts. I cupped her face with one hand, the other sliding down to grip her ass firmly, and kissed her with all the lazy passion of a morning after. Our tongues met, clashed, danced together in a familiar rhythm we'd perfected over countless mornings like this. Lana moaned into my mouth—"ahm, hhm"—and arched into me.
My hand slipped lower, fingers tracing the cleft of her ass before finding her pussy from behind. She was already wet, her folds slick and ready, the heat of her core burning against my fingertips. I groaned into our kiss, sinking two fingers into her without preamble, feeling her walls clench around them immediately.
"Baby, please," she whimpered, breaking the kiss to pant against my lips. Her golden-brown eyes were dark with renewed lust, pupils blown wide. "Put your cock in. I need it."
I didn't bother responding with words. I pressed her back against the bathroom wall—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to trap her—her back arching as the cold tiles met her heated skin. I lifted one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder, opening her up completely. The position left her balanced on one foot, utterly vulnerable, completely mine.
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. Lana's head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, a cry tearing from her throat. I set a rapid pace immediately, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce with each impact. Our eyes locked, the passion mirrored between us, the steam from the shower creating a hazy cocoon around us that made the world shrink to just this—just us, just our bodies moving together, just the wet slap of skin on skin and the guttural sounds of her pleasure.
Within the rhythm of thrusts, Lana's breath hitched, her walls fluttering around me. "Baby, I'm coming! Ah ah ah! Come into my pussy! Fill me up,baby!"
"I'm also—" I grunted, my own release building at the base of my spine like a fire. I drove in once, twice, a third time with brutal finality, bottoming out inside her as I released. Pulse after pulse of hot seed flooded her cunt, triggered by her command, my body obeying her wishes as readily as it obeyed my own. I kept thrusting through it, wringing out every last drop, every last shudder of her orgasm.
We kissed again, messier now, tongues fighting each other in a sloppy, passionate battle. My semen began to slide out of her pussy, mixed with her own arousal, dripping down her thigh in thick, white rivulets that the shower water struggled to wash away. We stayed like that for long moments, locked together, breathing each other in, until the water began to turn cool.
Finally, we separated, regretfully. I helped Lana stand steady on wobbly legs, kissing her forehead softly. We finished cleaning up in comfortable silence, stealing glances and touches, the morning's second round leaving us both sated and smiling.
Downstairs, Martha had breakfast waiting—pancakes, bacon, fresh coffee that filled the kitchen with its rich aroma. Jonathan was already at the table, newspaper spread out, reading glasses perched on his nose.
"Morning, you two," Martha said, her smile knowing but not unkind. "Sleep well?"
"Like the dead," I answered, pulling out a chair for Lana before sitting myself. Jonathan lowered his paper just enough to give me a look—a single raised eyebrow, a slight smirk that spoke volumes.
"Son," he drawled, voice neutral but eyes twinkling, "how'd that date go yesterday?"
I knew what he was really asking. The date was two days ago. Yesterday was... well, yesterday was like today had started."It was good, Pa."
He gave me that smirk again, the one that said I know exactly what you've been up to, boy, and I'm glad you're happy. Martha caught it, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Honey, what's with that smile?"
Jonathan's smirk turned awkward, caught being too obvious. He cleared his throat. "Nothing, dear. Just... our boy's growing up. That's all."
We finished breakfast in a comfortable, teasing silence, the kind that only families who love each other can maintain. Lana helped Martha clear the table while I rinsed dishes and Jonathan's farm irrigation schedule. Everything was normal. Everything was perfect.
Afterward, Lana and I retreated to our room. She hummed as she made the bed, her naked body now wrapped in one of my old flannel shirts that she'd claimed as her own. I settled in front of my computer, the dual monitors flickering to life.
I opened my editing software and got to work. Freelance video editing paid the bills, let me choose my own hours, and gave me a legitimate excuse to spend hours in front of a screen. I cut footage, adjusted color grading, synced audio—mundane tasks that required focus but for me skills are nothing, Lana moved around me, cleaning, organizing, occasionally leaning over to kiss my shoulder or trail her fingers through my hair.
"You're quiet," she observed, her voice soft.
"Just focusing," I murmured, eyes on the timeline.
She kissed my temple, her breasts pressing against my shoulder through the flannel. "Come find me when you're done."
I caught her hand, kissed her palm. "Always."
She smiled that shy, satisfied smile and padded off to the kitchen. My eyes drifted back to the monitors, but my mind was already calculating how much longer I needed to work before I could join her, before we could enjoy more.
This was life.
This. The sound of Lana humming in the next room. The weight of normal work. The smell of coffee and pancakes lingering in the air. she'd be in my arms again,we'd wake up and do it all over.
Lets finish my work.
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