Revealing Hidden Passion and Desire in "importance of peace"

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in importance of peace. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In importance of peace, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for importance of peace. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in importance of peace; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in importance of peace is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.