Crazy Overnight

April stared back at Vincent, as she tried to process what she just heard.

"April?"

Vincent said, sounding worried again about April's lack of response.

"Oh, you haven't eaten as well?"

That was all April could think of saying.

"Not yet. We could have some food brought up there. So, to celebrate your birthday properly. What do you say?"

Vincent asked once more.

April just nodded in agreement.

April and Vincent walked carefully towards the elevator. The lights were already dimmed but they knew very well where they were headed.

Vincent pushed the button for going up the penthouse. April held her breath as the elevator went up. Both of them were silent as the elevator moved upward.

Soon, the chime of the elevator was heard as it reached the penthouse floor. The elevator opened straight to the entrance of Vincent's room.

They walked in, still in silence.

Vincent pressed the hotel phone to order room service.

"Vincent?"

April said in a whisper.

"Yes, April, what is it?"

Vincent asked but was looking at her seriously as well.

"Thank you for everything."

She replied with a shy smile.

"You're welcome"

Vincent replied, with a ready smile for her too.

Soon, the food was brought up and they were having a quiet dinner.

April was very happy that she was spending her birthday with Vincent.

After dinner, Vincent stood up, leaving April at the table. April was still in a daze over how this evening has turned out. She's with Vincent.

After a while, April stood up and nervously called after Vincent.

"April? I'm here!"

She heard Vincent's voice from the minibar. She almost had a heart attack from Vincent's loud response. She walked to her right and found him carrying two bottles of wine, one in each hand, with his arms outstretched.

"Which do you prefer, red or white?"

Vincent asked, as a way of greeting her, with an amused expression.

April stared at him in silence, unsure of what to say. She was also still in disbelief that she was now in this room, all alone with Vincent.

Since April has not uttered a single word, Vincent took the initiative to walk up to April and gave her a tight embrace.

"Happy eighteenth birthday April!"

Vincent whispered in her ear.

"Thanks, Vincent!"

April was finally able to gather her wits. She pulled away gently from Vincent's embrace.  Then, she took both bottles of wine from Vincent's hands.

"We can drink both!"

April suggested playfully.

Vincent turned his back from her to get two wine glasses from the minibar.

He did not see April's sigh of relief from her surprise when Vincent hugged her.

When Vincent turned around to face her again, April was able to manage an embarrassed smile towards him.

Vincent walked towards the sofa near the full glass window. He placed the wine glasses down on the table in front of the sofa where there was a plate of an assortment of cheese bits and grapes. He sat on the sofa afterward.

April observed Vincent with a quick glance. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and denim pants. 

April walked towards the sofa as well, then placed both wine bottles on the table. Then she stared at the glass window, overlooking Atlantic City. She noticed that most lights were still on. Atlantic City was a busy place even at night.

"So how was your night out?"

Vincent asked in interest.

"Oh, it was fun, considering a stranger tried hitting on me at the lobby lounge."

April answered casually, a bit amused. She was still staring at the city lights outside.

"Well. It's a good thing your knight in shining armor arrived in time to save you."

Vincent said in a playful tone. He stared at April.

April turned towards Vincent on the sofa. She was trying to gauge what Vincent meant. Was he really a knight or her prince?

After that, she sighed and sat beside Vincent. 

"Okay then let's drink to my birthday."

April suggested as she opened the bottle of red wine first. She poured some into both glasses. She handed one to Vincent.

"Happy birthday, April."

Vincent said once more. He was staring intently at April by now.

"Thanks, Vincent."

April answered, staring back at him as she drank her wine in one go.

"So, what did you wish for your birthday?"

Vincent asked her curiously. He drank his wine as well.

"Nothing really."

April answered with a lie. She poured another drink for herself. She picked one piece of grape but it accidentally slipped off her grasp afterward.

"Ooops..."

She exclaimed in surprise. She tried to reach for it but ended up hitting her glass of wine. The glass tipped over. Luckily, it did not break but the wine spilled on her dress.

Vincent reached over and gave her the cloth beside the ice container on the table. He attempted to help April wipe her wet dress.

In that instant, their eyes met.

"I think you had a lot to drink already."

Vincent told April in a gentle tone. His eyes still staring at hers.

This time April stared back with so much boldness. She gazed into Vincent's eyes without blinking. She seemed to have abandoned her shyness all of a sudden.

"You know what I really wished for my birthday?"

She suddenly said in a whisper, as her gaze stayed focused on Vincent's handsome face.

"What did you wish for?"

Vincent asked April eagerly. He was also getting curious about April's daring stares.

"I wished to spend it with you."

April confessed softly as she continued to gaze at Vincent. She was not able to stop herself from advancing toward Vincent.

"I am here with you now."

Vincent stated the obvious. He allowed April to move closer to him. Somehow, Vincent's voice sounded very seductive to her.

Suddenly, Vincent grabbed April on her waist, as if impatient to close their distance.

April gasped in surprise but she did not stop Vincent. Instead, she tried to get closer to him even more.

As if a fire ignited between them, Vincent kissed April's mouth hungrily. April moaned out loud from the sensation of their lips finally touching.

Vincent got turned on automatically. He continued kissing April as his tongue forced itself to explore April's. From, April's reaction, Vincent was welcomed to do so.

His hands moved towards April's shoulders and pulled aside both straps of her purple dress. Then, Vincent hurriedly slid April's dress down, exposing both her full breasts. His hands got busy with both, caressing them with such urgency.

April moaned once more, feeling the excitement brought about by Vincent's hands on her breasts. The friction of Vincent's every caress created a fire inside her. She felt feverish in a good way.

Without any warning, Vincent lifted April with his arms, which made her dress fall completely off her body. The only garment left was her lingerie, which April somehow felt was rather wet with her lustful sensations already.

Vincent carried April to the large bed and placed her gently down. He stared at April's half-naked body as he removed his shirt quickly.

April stared at Vincent's exposed chest and she sighed at the sight of his chiseled muscles there. This time, April wrapped her legs around Vincent's hips instinctively, which made him tumble right on top of her. 

Vincent started kissing April once more. April busied her hands removing Vincent's pants. When she finally removed it, she gasped when she felt Vincent's hardness underneath his jocks. 

Vincent's mouth moved to her breasts as if bent on devouring both, while his hands removed her remaining undergarment. He felt her wetness down there. That triggered him to pull off his own undergarment immediately.

Then Vincent and April connected as one. April cried in pain from the initial connection. In reaction, Vincent slowed a bit to give her time to adjust.

Then, when both of them found their rhythm, they moaned in pleasure together. Pound after pound, Vincent felt the flow of April. Finally, when he was sure April has been satisfied, Vincent felt his own elation. Then he burst within, with the fullness of his desire.

They lay down in exhaustion beside each other. Vincent covered April's nakedness with the comforter and he lay down beside her. 

Both did not attempt to converse. They just stayed close to each other, like a calm after a storm. In their heads, they cannot believe what had happened was not a dream. 

"Happy Birthday, April..."

Vincent whispered softly in her ear.

April was not able to say a proper response. She was still in shock from what had just transpired between her and Vincent.

As for Vincent, he caressed April's cheek slowly. His hands moved to her neck. With this gesture, April started to feel breathless once more. Vincent sensed this and embraced April in their nakedness. April felt the warmth of Vincent's body against hers. Along with that, she also sensed the hardness of Vincent once more. She gasped, feeling feverish from recognizing Vincent's need for her. They found each other igniting the second part of their erotic dream. This time the feeling was better, more blissful, and insanely mind-blowing.

Soon, both fell asleep cuddling each other. They did not hear the beeping of the clock indicating that it was already twelve midnight.