Writhing
She lay there across her bed, moving over her sheets. Her hands slid down her nude body, pale skin outlined by moonlight. She caressed her neck, thinking of his fingers as the slid across her soft skin, her pulse point.
Her hands traced circles down her body to her breasts, cupping them, teasing her own nipples. She sighed with the pleasure, thinking of his hands, wanting him to start touching her and not to stop. She moved on the bed, her body reacting to the pleasure, skin flushing with heat and arousal. Her fingers touched her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples, stroking circles around them. She gasped with the sensation, one hand sliding down her body, feeling the silk of her skin, the muscles beneath.
Her fingers teased into the softness of her pubic hair, sliding downward, feeling her wetness. She sighed again, hips rolling as her fingers found her clit, teasing it, stroking over and around it. She dipped fingers into herself, sliding in and out, wanting the fingers to be his, thinking how it would feel.
She writhed on the bed, hands teasing over herself, her mind awash in sensations, in thoughts of him, whispering in her ear, his hands on her. She wanted. She took pleasure from herself, gasping as her fingers brought her body to release.
Her hands traced circles down her body to her breasts, cupping them, teasing her own nipples. She sighed with the pleasure, thinking of his hands, wanting him to start touching her and not to stop. She moved on the bed, her body reacting to the pleasure, skin flushing with heat and arousal. Her fingers touched her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples, stroking circles around them. She gasped with the sensation, one hand sliding down her body, feeling the silk of her skin, the muscles beneath.
Her fingers teased into the softness of her pubic hair, sliding downward, feeling her wetness. She sighed again, hips rolling as her fingers found her clit, teasing it, stroking over and around it. She dipped fingers into herself, sliding in and out, wanting the fingers to be his, thinking how it would feel.
She writhed on the bed, hands teasing over herself, her mind awash in sensations, in thoughts of him, whispering in her ear, his hands on her. She wanted. She took pleasure from herself, gasping as her fingers brought her body to release.