The night was hot; almost tropical in its feel. The neon light outside the window illuminated the ceiling as an overhead fan whirred silently. Each rotation created a strobe effect causing the light to travel over the room in an oddly disjointed manner; an eerie flickering rhythm. The walls were a giant panorama in black and white; shadow and light commingling. An earlier storm had passed but a new one was building. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the heat seemed to intensify. A lone fly buzzed around the room; flitting from wall to wall. The fly was an impassive observer of the scene playing out below. Another type of storm was building on the bed with a passion so intense it would become all consuming.
His hand was gentle as it swept the wet tendrils of hair off her brow. She smiled as he whispered something in her ear and her fingers lovingly caressed his face. The gentle brush of his lips on her neck made her arch her head as she held him against her throat. With one slow, deliberate move his body hovered over hers; then entered her. Each thrust of his hips pushed him deeper until their bodies were one. He braced himself on his hands and moved in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Each revolution of the fan brought the scene into sharp relief as their bodies moved together in a sinuous dance. The sheet lay across his hips; his only barrier to complete nudity. Underneath him she squirmed; her body pinned like a butterfly specimen on a board. Her soft whimpers were barely audible as her hands roamed his back. The sheet fell away exposing his body as he moved relentlessly on her. Thunder cracked once more; the creak of the bed; his labored breathing; her moans. Lightning flashed highlighting the beads of sweat on the muscles in his arms; his buttocks tensing with each stroke; her nails in his back. They all combined to make a rich tapestry of sights and sounds.
