We rolled off the couch onto the floor, pushing the makeshift coffee table
out of the way and laughing as the beer cans rolled across the room,
rocking our bodies together in unison, her breasts in my hands and her
hands searching my back, my arms, my chest. A rumble of thunder sounded in
the distance as the wind picked up, signs of an upcoming storm. I writhed
with her, feeling the warmth of her clit as she rocked against my fingers,
the tiredness of her face overcome with pleasure, a smile appearing on sad
lips. Ellen grabbed me and pulled me close, insistent upon immediate
satisfaction, begging me with her eyes and pushing her hips against mine.