Marietta, always so prim and proper, even when doing something like this, it nearly made him smile, but instead he closed his eyes and pushed completely inside her, hearing her soft little whimper, feeling her body tremble so hard he had to hold it up.
And then, he waited a moment or two for her to relax. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, and even though the storm was raging outside still, he was barely aware of it, except for when the lighting lit them up in a startling tableau.
It was so hot, and painfully tight, and when he started to move in her, he heard his moans mingling with hers. The sounds of the bed moving beneath them lost in the sound of the falling rain.