Light blue love

She peels off her clothes inch by inch, nipples already tight. Her hand slides between her legs, slow at first, then greedy. A light-blue sofa stretches beneath her, matching the pale denim now pooled on the floor and the cool shade of her eyes. The fabric whispers away; bare skin meets cool cushions. She reaches for the smooth toy waiting at her side and presses it deep, hips lifting to meet each thrust, chasing the heat that only grows hotter.