Fast Forward 6 Months
Thunderstorm 3
The rain drummed steadily on the roof above Betty's head. She stirred in her sleep and settled again. Thunder grumbled softly. Lightning flickered dimly in the distance. All at once, the storm whipped up violently and the lightning streaked across the sky. Thunder ka-boomed and rattled the windows. Betty shrieked and sat bolt upright. Stephen's eyes popped open and he gasped.
"Are you alright, Love?" He reached over for her and drew her close. She wrapped her arms around him and held on as the storm began to churn wildly. The wind roared and the rain sloshed down.
"This is terrible," she fretted
"Then it's time to turn this into something…pleasurable," he soothed. He kissed her passionately, his moustache prickling her lips. She pulled back, agitated.
"REALLY!" she huffed, "how can you think of that at a time like this?"
"I find storms to be very stimulating. There's a lot of raw energy; it's very sensual. Relax." His voice was intoxicating.
He slid his legs out from under the covers, stood up, padded over to the window, and opened the transom at the top, "We'll hear the storm loud and clear. I love to listen to the rain," he returned to the bed, silhouetted, as the room was flooded with blinding white light and a deafening crash.
Betty snapped her eyes shut and held her breath as the whole house shook. He kissed her mouth and she timidly pursed her lips, eyes tightly shut. She held tight against him, shaking,
"Shh…shh," he whispered in her ear, "I'm right here. Hang on to me…"
He crawled on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders. She gasped.
"Wrap your legs round me," he breathed
"I beg your pardon?"
"Please? Just do it," he implored.
Dutifully, she obeyed.
"Oh, Betty," he sighed in his Royal Signals' voice,"you do put the curl in my toes!"
The bed began to creak and groan. Betty raked his back. Lightning flashed like a strobe followed immediately by a loud clap of thunder. Betty continued to hang on, eyes closed. She craned her head forward and blindly latched her teeth onto his chest, which only managed to drive him wild. The creaking became more rhythmic and Betty responded. Her breath quickened and she let out a few faint moans.
"Come on…come on" he coaxed tenderly, "that's it…come on."
The thunder was drowned out by her cries of passion. She threw head back. She held onto his arms, her whole body electrified, her head swimming, and her thighs quaking. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and brow. Stephen watched as she lay there, her chest heaving, and calling out his name in ecstasy. A flash-bang of lightning and thunder erupted and they both flinched.
She collapsed, a soft smile playing on her lips. He buried his face in her chest, listening to her breathing, feeling her heart thump. He kissed her neck and her waiting mouth, kissing her hungrily. The storm raged on as he held her, crushing his mouth on hers, kissing her hungrily. Fully spent, she gazed up at him dreamily.
"I think I like storms now, Stephen," she breathed, her eyes rolling back.
He laughed softly, "I shall look forward to them from now on…"