I revel in the low moans of the room as the wind outside attempts to battle us in noise. Our skins slap together against one another while the gurgling of the wetness increases with every stroke. Your hands bring me closer and trap me under you. I try escaping only to be flipped around to trap you. The wind outside increases in strength and now the rain assists it in the noise level. You sit up against the back frame while the friction of our bodies continues to make the wetness more fluid than the rain outside. I grab your hands and place them above your head. Your assault back at me is like the wind that threatens to break the window frame with such force. I remain on top but you are in control grasping both my wrists and placing them interlocked behind me. You grab the inside of my thigh and pull me deeper on to you. I try not to scream and instead a low guttural moan escapes my lips at the same time thunder outside threatens to intensify the night.