The Life Erotic - Episode 5

She presses her thighs apart on the linen, knees falling open without invitation. Her cunt glistens already, lips parted, clit standing tight. Fingers slide down the smooth plane of her belly and between, spreading herself wider so the air touches everywhere at once. She strokes once, slow, drawing the wetness up over the swollen bud. Her hips lift. The next pass is firmer, two fingertips circling, pressing harder until a soft sound slips from her throat. She keeps the rhythm steady, never rushing. Every few strokes she pauses, lets the ache build, then starts again. Her nipples tighten against the thin top she still wears, fabric darkened where her skin is damp. She pulls it up with one hand, exposing her breasts, then pinches the nearest nipple and rolls it between thumb and finger while the other hand works her clit in tight, wet circles. Her breathing changes. She lifts her heels onto the mattress, opening further, and slides two fingers lower. They push inside easily, the sound obscene in the quiet room. She fucks herself with a steady thrust, palm grinding against her clit each time she bottoms out. Sweat beads at her sternum. Her mouth falls open around a word she never finishes. The orgasm arrives in waves she tries to ride out quietly, body arching, thighs trembling. She keeps her fingers moving through it, drawing out every pulse until the tremors ease. When she finally withdraws her hand it shines in the low light, and she brings it to her mouth without hesitation, licking one finger clean before letting her arm fall back onto the sheets.