Blackout

Rain pummeled the windows as though it would shatter the double-pane glass. Inside the small cottage, a roaring fire and several lamps kept the darkness at bay. A heavy quilt covered the wood floor in front of the fireplace where Amanda and Frank lay sprawled watching television. Half-empty wine glasses lay within reach, the popcorn bowl was emptied long ago. With the thunder and lightning outside, it seemed appropriate to watch a slasher film.

Amanda shook her head, snorted in disgust. “Why do they stop running and turn back? Have they never watched a horror film? It’s disgusting. An embarrassment to all womankind.”

Frank angled his head. “At least she has big tits.”

“Please! If big tits were your thing, we wouldn’t have made it past the first date.”

“Good thing I like them small and sensitive.” He yanked her over to him, cupped her right breast. He grinned when she moaned.

“Stop it,” she said, though she arched against him. “The blonde’s about to get killed.”

As if on cue, a knife-wielding sociopath ran out from the trees as the music rose to a deafening pitch.

Frank nibbled on Amanda’s neck. “There she goes.”

With a crack of thunder, the room went into complete darkness. The only light came from the fireplace; the only sound was the crackling fire.

“Uh oh.” Amanda went still. She had never outgrown her fear of thunderstorms and, by consequence, the dark. “Now what?”

“I’ll keep you safe.” Frank’s voice was deep and breathy next to her ear. His hand moved under her shirt, flicked open the front clasp of her bra, then kneaded her breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched the hungry nipple.

Amanda turned into him. “Oh. Well. In that case.”

She reached down to cup his cock, but he pushed her back. “Not yet.”

Frank pulled up her shirt, flicked aside the open bra and clamped onto an eager breast. Amanda arched as need rushed through her. “Yes!”

Frank’s hand skimmed down her belly, beneath the elastic of her cotton shorts, under the silk panties. His fingers made small circles on her clit, matching the circles he made with his tongue on her nipple.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he moaned.

The pressure was unbearable. She needed to wrap around him, needed him inside her.

“Now!” she panted.

Frank rammed two fingers into her, pistoned in and out, until she came, her cunt convulsing around his fingers, her sweet juice flowing down his hand.