Liam woke up slowly, his body heavy with that deep, satisfied kind of tiredness. The room was dim, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp lighting up the space. He could feel the warmth of two bodies pressed against him under the thick blanket. Lana on one side, Ann curled up peacefully on the other.

He opened his eyes lazily, blinking a few times to adjust.

Lana was already awake. She was lying on his chest, her chin resting just above his heart, staring at him with those gorgeous green eyes. She had clearly been watching him sleep for a while, a soft, content smile playing on her lips.

Liam’s hand moved instinctively, sliding into her long dark brown hair and caressing it gently. The strands felt silky between his fingers.

"What time is it?" he asked, his voice still rough from sleep.

Lana’s smile widened slightly. "It’s almost 9pm already."

Liam blinked, processing her words. First he had slept until 1pm, then spent a solid hour tangled up with both of them, and now... 9pm? He had basically slept the entire day away. The realization made him let out a quiet, disbelieving chuckle.

Lana shifted slightly against him. "Your phone rang a couple of times too," she added softly.

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Did you check who it was?"

She shook her head, her hair brushing against his skin. "No."

For a moment they just stayed like that, eyes locked. Then Lana moved. She climbed over him carefully, still staying under the blanket, her body sliding warmly against his. Her long hair fell to one side of her face as she settled on top of him, her full, soft breasts pressing comfortably against his chest.

Liam reached up and gently tucked her hair behind her ear, then pulled her down into a slow kiss. Their lips moved together lazily at first, warm and familiar. Lana’s breath was already getting heavier against his mouth.

Her hand rested on his chest for a second, then began tracing downward. She moved slowly, fingertips gliding over his abs. Liam thought she might stop there, but she didn’t. Her hand continued lower until she wrapped her fingers tightly around his cock.

His legs jerked slightly at the firm grip. He was already starting to harden in her hand.

"Good boy," she whispered with a playful smirk, then leaned in and licked his cheek teasingly.

Before he could respond, Lana brought her lips close to his ear, careful not to wake Ann.

"I want it again," she breathed, her voice low and filled with need.

Liam’s hand slid up her smooth back, tracing her spine until he reached the back of her head. He tangled his fingers in her hair and dragged her into another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier. Their tongues met instantly, sliding against each other as the heat between them quickly built again.

At the same time, Lana reached down between their bodies. She could feel his cock was already fully hard. She positioned him at her entrance and pushed down slowly, guiding him inside her.

A sharp gasp escaped her open mouth as he stretched her open. Liam took the opportunity to push his tongue deeper into her mouth, kissing her even more intensely. Lana’s nails dug into his chest as she sank further down, taking every inch of him.

She didn’t start moving right away. Instead, she let his cock stay buried deep inside her, savoring the feeling. Her pussy clenched around him tightly, hot and incredibly soft.

"It’s so big..." she murmured against his lips, almost like she was talking to herself.

Liam groaned quietly into the kiss, his hands gripping her hips under the blanket as he felt her warmth surrounding him completely.

Lana stayed still for a long moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being full. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around his cock in soft, rhythmic pulses, like her body was savoring every inch of him.

They had to be careful. Ann was sleeping peacefully just beside them, her breathing slow and steady. The last thing they wanted was to wake her.

Lana pulled back from the kiss just enough to rest her forehead against his. Her green eyes were half-lidded, heavy with desire. She began moving — agonizingly slow rolls of her hips, barely lifting herself before sinking back down. The motion was subtle, almost lazy, but it made every sensation sharper. The blanket stayed draped over their bodies, hiding their movements, muffling the sounds.

Liam’s breath hitched. He could feel every detail — the slick, velvety heat of her walls dragging along his length, the way her juices coated him, making each glide smoother and wetter. He slid his hands up her narrow waist, then higher, cupping her full breasts as they pressed against his chest.

"You feel so good," he whispered against her lips, barely audible. "So fucking warm."

Lana smiled softly, her breath trembling as she continued those slow, deep rolls. Her long dark brown hair fell around them like a curtain, tickling his shoulders. She leaned down again, capturing his mouth in another deep kiss to silence any sounds that might escape. Their tongues moved lazily together, tasting and teasing as her hips kept working in that unhurried rhythm.

The bed barely creaked. The only real sounds were their quiet breathing, the faint wet noises coming from beneath the blanket, and the occasional soft sigh Lana couldn’t quite hold back.

After several minutes, Lana shifted slightly. She straightened up a little, still keeping most of her weight on him, and changed the angle. Now every slow downward movement let his cock press against a different spot inside her. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Liam’s hands moved to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh gently as he helped guide her movements. He didn’t thrust up hard — just small, controlled lifts of his hips to meet her, pushing a little deeper each time. The slow grind was driving them both crazy in the best way.

Lana leaned forward again, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Her hot breath fanned against his skin as she whispered, "I love feeling you stretch me like this... so deep and slow."

Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through him. Liam turned his head and kissed the side of her neck, sucking lightly on her skin while one hand slid between them to gently rub her clit in slow circles. Lana’s body trembled above him. Her pussy clenched tighter around his cock in response, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.

"Shhh..." she breathed with a soft laugh, though her own voice was shaky. She kissed him again to keep them both quiet, their mouths moving together as their bodies continued that sensual, deliberate rhythm.

Time seemed to stretch. There was no rush. Just the two of them connected under the blanket, moving together in perfect sync. Lana’s breasts pressed warmly against his chest, her nipples hard and dragging across his skin with every roll of her hips. Her juices were flowing freely now, making everything slick and messy between them. Every time she sank down, he could feel her taking him to the hilt, her soft walls hugging him tightly.

Liam’s hand stayed between her thighs, rubbing her clit with patient, teasing strokes. He could feel her getting wetter, her breathing growing more ragged against his neck. She started moving just a little faster — still slow compared to earlier, but with more purpose. Her hips rocked and ground against him, chasing that building pleasure while trying desperately not to shake the bed too much.

"Baby..." she whispered right against his ear, voice barely a breath. "It feels so good... I don’t want to stop."

Liam kissed her deeply again, sucking on her tongue as he thrust up a little more firmly to meet her. The new pressure made Lana’s nails dig into his shoulders. She trembled, her pussy fluttering wildly around him, but she held back, keeping everything quiet and controlled.

They stayed locked like that for a long while — slow, deep, and intimate. Kissing. Touching. Grinding. The heat between them built gradually, like a fire being fed kindling instead of gasoline. Liam could feel every tiny movement of her inner muscles, the way her body responded to him, the slick heat that kept pulling him deeper.

Lana eventually shifted again, lying more fully on top of him, her legs straddling his hips as she kept him buried inside her. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while continuing those lazy, rolling movements of her hips. It was almost like they were just connected, gently rocking together under the blanket.

Liam ran his fingers through her hair, down her back, and over the curve of her ass. He loved the way she felt — soft, warm, and completely his in this quiet moment.

Neither of them spoke much anymore. Just occasional whispered words, soft kisses, and shared breaths. The pleasure was intense but unhurried, building slowly toward something powerful. Lana’s breathing was getting heavier, her movements a little more desperate even as she tried to stay quiet for Ann’s sake.

She lifted her head slightly, green eyes meeting his in the dim light. The look she gave him was full of affection and raw need at the same time.