Stay In. Get Off. - Episode 3

She drops her robe and it pools at her feet. Warm air brushes her bare skin. She crawls onto the bed, kneels, and parts her thighs. Her fingers dip between her legs. She finds herself wet already, slippery and warm, and she sighs at the first slow stroke. Two fingers slide in, then three. She works them deep, curling, pressing, until her knuckles brush the slick entrance with each thrust. The sound is soft, rhythmic, wet. She rocks her hips into her own hand, chasing the heat. A bead of sweat slips down her spine. She bites her lip when her thumb grazes her clit, circling once, then twice. Her breath stutters. She keeps going. The sheets twist beneath her. Her free hand grips the headboard. She drives harder, faster, chasing the edge she can feel building tight and low. Every muscle tenses. She comes with a sharp gasp, thighs shaking, fingers buried to the knuckle. The room is quiet except for her ragged breathing. She stays there a moment longer, then slowly pulls her hand free, glistening.