With a confirmation

Dinner is quiet on purpose. They talk about a nothing from work and let it be nothing. They are halfway through the dishes, her washing, him drying, shoulders touching at the sink, when Mia calls.

Adam dries his hands and puts it on speaker. She is in a car. Headed to the airport. Voice bright, a little tired, already gone from the hotel. She tells him the flight number again. She tells him she will text when she boards and when she lands. She tells him she cannot wait to be home, cannot wait to see his face. He says he will be there in the morning. He says he loves her. Lana says goodbye from the sink, warm, genuine. Mia says see you soon, says thank you for holding the house, and the call ends.

The water runs. The plates are done. There is nothing left to hide behind.

Adam sets the towel down. He turns her from the sink and picks her up. She comes easily, arms around his neck, legs around his waist for a second, and they kiss in the kitchen, long, deep, the dishes forgotten. When they break, his forehead stays on hers. His hands are steady under her.

“Are you okay with me fucking your ass?” he says. Not crude for the sake of it. Clear. “I need to hear you say it. If it’s no, it’s no.”

Lana looks at him. The passion is in how seriously he asked.

“Yes,” she says. “I want it. I’m okay. I want you to. I’ve been thinking about it since the shower.”

He kisses her again for the yes. Then he carries her to the bedroom. Sets her on the bed. He lays her back, kisses her mouth, her throat, the center of her chest, and goes down on her like the answer deserves time.

He eats her for a long time. Tongue thorough. Two fingers in her cunt, curling, loving. She cums once, shaking, hand in his hair, and he does not stop. He kisses her through the aftershocks and adds a finger to her ass, slow, patient, working it in while he licks her clit. Then two. He fucks her open gently, loosening her, getting her ready, the passion in how careful he is and how much he clearly wants it.

She moans his name. She tells him it feels good, strange and good. She tells him not to rush and also not to stop. He works her until she is wet everywhere, ass taking his fingers easier, cunt fluttering around the others, another orgasm pulled out of her with his mouth and both hands, longer than the first, her voice breaking on thank you and on his name.

He kisses the inside of her thigh. Kisses her stomach. Comes up over her and looks at her face, fingers still resting where they were, cock hard against her hip.

“Are you ready?”