Olisa lay listening, not sure what had awakened her. Then over Howie's gentle snoring she thought she heard the dim rumble of thunder. Quietly she got out of bed and padded over to the open windows where the lace curtains billowed in the freshening breeze that filled the room with the clean, sweet scent of rain. In the distance, lightning smudged the dark sky, glimmering faintly as it silently announced the impending storm.

She loved thunderstorms. The elemental fierceness filled her with an awareness of the aggressive, wild power of nature; of energy held in tight constraint until, with resounding thunder and white-hot flashes,
its control shatters and surrenders to the rain.

Lightning crackled and iridescent flashes momentarily lit up the room. Then with a spectacular crash, the storm broke overhead. Olisa stood watching until the squall blew past, its furor spent, leaving a steady
downpour in its wake.

"Olisa?"

She turned and went back to the bed. Howie reached for her as she crawled under the sheets.

"It's raining."

"Hummm..." was his mumbled reply. He curled his body around her, working his hand under her so his palm cupped her breast while he draped his other arm over her hip, after sleepily patted her on the
derrière.

She settled in against him, content to let the sound of the pouring rain lull her back to sleep.

When Olisa awoke again the lightening was coursing through her body. She was still held securely in Howie's embrace, but now one hand was exploring the slick folds between her legs while the other was rubbing circles on the soft skin of her stomach.

Howie gently bit her shoulder then licked away the little hurt he had caused. His tongue traveled wetly up her neck until he nuzzled her ear through the curtain of her sleep-tangled hair. "I like to think of coming deep in your belly..." his hand pressed firmly against her. "Right here..." he pressed again. "Shooting into you...filling you to over flowing when I come," he said, as two of his fingers entered her.

She pushed down to impale herself on his fingers. "Harder," she moaned.

"Harder!"

It was like an electric shock when his thumb touched her clitoris. "Oh... my god... Oh... GOD," she exploded, arching her back, shuddering from the charged release.

He turned her limp body so she was lying on her stomach and straddled her legs. Olisa could feel his penis stiff, hot and thick as it slipped between her relaxed thighs. Howie rocked himself against her until he was
drenched with the wetness of her climax. Then he began to ease the crown of his cock slowly inside, as inch by inch he filled her.

Brushing the hair off her face, he kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Olisa felt his chest expand as he took a deep breath, then twining her fingers with his, Howie pulled her arms up above her head and held her there, her body taut beneath his. She was pinned to the bed by his penis and held firmly between his thighs.

"Christ you feel good!" He bit her shoulder again, harder this time and didn't try to ease the pain. "So fuckin' good."

"Let me up..." She pushed against him, raising her hips off the bed, trying to get her legs under her body.

Careful not to break their intimate connection, Howie helped her rise so she was resting on her hands and knees. His hands began to roam and explore her bottom, kneading her cheeks and drawing a finger down the shadowed crevice. "You've got the best ass."

Flexing his fingers, he tightened his hold on her hips and began thrusting with measured strokes. His beat quickened and his strokes became explosive until he was hammering into her with mindless abandon, groaning with every thrust. Olisa dug her fingers into the sheets, her body shuddering under the force.

Howie cried out hoarsely as he buried himself deep inside her. His orgasm surged out of his body and into hers as the resonating echoes of climax shook them both.

He rested his forehead between her shoulder blades for a long moment and she could feel his breath reverberating in his chest. They collapsed together, his sated weight pressing her back down on to the rumpled bed.

The pearl gray light filtering through the windows told her that dawn was still some time away. She squirmed around, surrounding him with her arms and hugged him close. Replete, she lay redolent in the musky, sweet scent of spent passion and listened to Howie's rumbley breathing as she dozed off.

"It stormed last night!" Howie's surprised voice woke her out of a light sleep. He was standing in front of the windows, the bright rain-washed sunlight streaming around him. "There are puddles everywhere."

Olisa threw back the sheet and sat up on the edge of the bed. She looked at the wet spot she'd been laying on. "Yes, I know. It was quite a tempest. Don't you remember?"

He walked back toward the bed and she could see that the tips of his ears were pink which told her he was faintly embarrassed. "Yeah, I seem to remember some middle-of-the-night pyrotechnics."

"A lot of sound and fury all right," she said.

He was standing in front of her now. Reaching out, he stroked the side of her face, rubbing his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip. "I know how much you like thunder storms."