Sam adjusted his glasses, the dim glow of the hallway light casting long shadows as he stood in the doorway of his apartment. Vini was still fuming, her arms crossed over her chest, the frustration radiating off her in waves. The power outage had turned her evening into a mess, and now she was stuck in his apartment, at least for the night.
She huffed, her breath visible in the cool air, and turned to face the vertical mirror propped against the wall. Sam hovered behind her, his chin just above her head, trying to offer some reassurance. "It’ll be okay, Vini," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Just a temporary fix."
Vini’s eyes met his in the mirror, her anger flickering for a second before something else sparked in her gaze. She didn’t pull away when he stepped closer, his presence filling the space between them. Without a word, she turned, her hands pressing flat against his chest. The heat of her palms seared through his shirt, and Sam’s breath hitched.
His lips crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding. Vini moaned into the kiss, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. They stumbled back, clothes flying off in a frenzy—shirt buttons popping, zippers tearing, fabric pooling on the floor. Sam’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist before slipping beneath the lace of her bra. Her panties were next, dragged down her legs by his eager fingers.
He dropped to his knees, his mouth replacing his hands as he kissed his way up her inner thighs. Vini’s breath hitched, her body tensing as his tongue finally met her slick heat. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, his intensity driving her wild. She was tense at first, but Sam’s relentless focus soon had her trembling, her hips bucking against his face.
"Fuck," she whimpered, her voice raw with need.
Sam grinned against her, his tongue swirling over her clit before he pulled back just enough to say, "Gotta use protection for you, kiddo." He rolled on a condom, his cock already throbbing with anticipation.
He guided her down onto the rug, her breasts pressing into the soft fibers as he positioned himself behind her. With one slow thrust, he pushed inside, her tight heat enveloping him. Vini cried out, her fingers clawing at the rug as he began to move, each thrust deeper than the last.
Sam’s hands gripped her hips, his body burning for her as he pounded into her. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices dripping down his thighs. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucked her harder.
Vini’s back arched, her body trembling as pleasure crashed over her. "Sam!" she screamed, her voice breaking as she came, her pussy milking his cock.
He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back, his mouth crashing onto hers as he continued to thrust, his cock buried deep inside her. His hands explored her body, squeezing her breasts before one hand moved lower, two fingers slipping inside her alongside his cock. She was so fucking tight, so wet, he could feel her walls fluttering around him.
His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Vini’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her. Sam growled, his own release building as he felt her pussy clench around him. He pulled out just in time, stripping off the condom and pumping his cock until ropes of cum painted her stomach.
Vini lay there, breathless, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. Sam collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he pulled her into his arms.
"Next time," he panted, kissing her forehead, "we do this in your apartment."
Vini laughed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Deal," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
And just like that, the power came back on.