Just a girl

She stretches across the bed like she owns it. Blonde hair fans out over the pillow, catching the light. Her fingers slip lower, tracing the edge of her panties before pushing them aside. She watches herself. Two fingers part her lips, slow and sure, then dip inside. The wet sound fills the quiet room. She brings her knees up, spreads wider. The brunette in the mirror watches her back. Her free hand slides up to pinch a nipple through the thin top, rolling it until she shivers. She laughs once, soft and sudden, the sound turning into a moan when her fingers find the right angle. Her hips lift. She fucks herself with steady strokes, thumb circling her clit in tight, wet circles. Every few seconds she stops, holds still, lets the ache build. Then she starts again, faster now. Her breathing turns ragged. The sheets bunch under her heels. She comes with her mouth open and her eyes half-closed, thighs shaking around her hand. Afterward she lies there breathing, fingers still resting against her slick cunt, too lazy to move. A small, secret smile plays at her lips.