The Art of Pleasure in "keep coming back"

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in keep coming back. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In keep coming back, 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 keep coming back. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in keep coming back; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in keep coming back is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.