The Beauty of Intimacy: the bull rider position

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