Elegant angel

She stood before the mirror and let her robe slip open. Soft light fell across her skin as she stepped closer, running her hands over the clothes she’d picked. A tight white dress with thin straps. Lace panties so sheer they hardly counted. The sight already had her flushed. Her fingertips traced the hem, then slid lower. The fabric parted easily. She pressed two fingers between her thighs, feeling the heat there, the slow throb that told her the dress could wait. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, the white dress bunched at her waist. One hand moved in steady circles while the other teased a nipple through the thin cloth. Her breath caught each time her fingers slipped inside. The room stayed quiet except for the wet sound of her moving faster, hips rocking against her own touch. Blonde hair fell across her face. She pushed it back with a trembling hand and kept going, chasing the tight pull building low in her belly. Every stroke brought her closer. She bit her lip, held her breath, and let the wave hit—body arching, thighs shaking, a soft moan slipping out before she went still, chest rising and falling in the afterglow. The dress waited on the bed. She hadn’t even tried it on.