It starts off well

Lana’s shorts are wet.

The orgasm soaked them, a dark patch she can feel when she straightens up off the dryer. She peels them the rest of the way off. She does not go back for panties. She walks into the bedroom bottomless, shirt still on, legs bare, cunt still sensitive.

Adam is already asleep.

On his side. Breathing even. The reward delivered and the man gone under. Lana crawls in beside him. She does not press close on purpose. She lies with her back to him, exhausted, the orgasm still heavy in her thighs, and she is asleep in minutes.

Adam waits.

He listens until her breathing lengthens and stays there. Then he sits up enough to strip. Fully naked. He gets close again, chest to her back, and fits himself to her.

His cock settles between her thighs. Not in her. Pointed at her cunt. The head resting against the wet, used heat of her, aimed, patient. His arm comes over her waist. He does not thrust. He does not wake her.

He falls asleep that way.