On fire

Sonya’s red hair spills across the sheets like a slow flame. She pushes the dildo deeper, pulls it back, and drives again, hips rising to meet every thrust. The stretch makes her gasp, the slide makes her moan—low, guttural sounds that climb as pleasure builds. Sweat glistens between her breasts, beads at her nipples, rolls down the curve of her belly. She presses the toy harder against her front wall, twisting just enough to drag across that spot that makes her thighs shake. Her free hand slides down, fingers spreading her lips wider so the thick shaft disappears completely inside her. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, she rides the edge—holding, holding—until the first sharp pulse breaks loose, and the second, and the third, until her body goes slack and the toy slips free, slick and shining.