Cloud Number Nine

The white bed felt unreal, all silk and shine, like a cloud under her skin. She lay back and let the coolness slide over her back. Her fingers roamed, teasing. The slow burn between her legs grew hotter with every stroke. When her breath hitched, she reached for the dildo and pressed its hard, shining tip straight to her clit. The contrast was sharp: satin on her spine, cold metal gliding over her slick, swollen folds. She rocked her hips, working the toy deeper, faster, until her thighs shook and her voice broke into loud, raw cries. Each thrust sent her higher until the final wave hit, leaving her trembling, spent, and utterly lost in that white heaven.