Whispered Desire: "357 pounds in dollars"

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in 357 pounds in dollars. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In 357 pounds in dollars, 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 357 pounds in dollars. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in 357 pounds in dollars; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in 357 pounds in dollars is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.