She had asked for it, and he responded to her request with even more enthusiasm, sending her mind reeling. She could still feel him holding back, restraining himself, fearful of the pain he could cause her, as unlikely as it seemed to her. His concern for her touched her as much as his caresses. Thunder rolled against her, buffeting her, engulfing her. The roar in her head grew, mixing with her own sounds of passion, his moans adding to the tempest. Waves rose and crashed, only to rise again in an intensity she had never before experienced, a kaleidescope of color exploding behind her eyelids.
Her heels dug into the back of his legs, as she wrapped her own around him even tighter, her hands exploring, as far as they could reach, every inch of his skin, slick with water. The floor and walls seemed to shake with a life of their own under their exertions. Dimly, she realized some of the banging she was hearing wasn't being caused by them, but from outside the apartment. Apparently, someone wasn't happy with the noise they were making in her normally soundproof apartment. She pushed it from her mind. It didn't matter in the least.
She tasted his salty skin, her lips swollen from his kisses. She drew his tongue to meet her own, devouring the taste and feel of him, grabbing his arms with a strength she didn't know she had. Her excitement peaking again, the Goddess of the Harvest screamed out the fury of the storm breaking over her.