Enchanted Moments with "distant horizons and iris"

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