Silk & Satin - Episode 1

Her fingers found the silk ribbon at her throat. One pull and the robe whispered down her body, catching on the curve of her hip before it slipped to the floor. She stepped over it, bare now except for the heels she never bothered taking off. The satin sheets cooled against her back as she lay back, knees parting without thinking. Two fingers, then three, slick with her own spit, pushed inside. She exhaled through her teeth, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She liked the drag, the slow stretch. Her other hand stayed busy at her clit, tight circles that kept time with the thrust of her wrist. She thought about his mouth there instead, hot and wet and relentless, and her hips lifted off the mattress to meet it. She worked herself faster, thighs trembling, until the heat snapped through her and she came with a low, broken sound that faded into the dark.