Sunday bled into Monday without us noticing.
The power came back sometime around dawn, but we never bothered with the lights. We didn’t need them. The whole apartment reeked of s*x and sweat and us, windows fogged, sheets destroyed, every surface claimed.
I woke with Caleb’s head between my thighs again, slow lazy licks like he’d never get enough. I came twice just like that, fingers knotted in his damp hair, hips rolling against his tongue until I shook apart.
Late afternoon sun poured gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I stood naked in front of them, palms pressed to the glass, ass arched, legs wide.
Caleb stood behind me, shirtless, sweatpants shoved down just enough. He slid his c**k through my slick folds, teasing, coating himself in the mess we’d made for two straight day
