Wet everywhere

She loves how her body burns after a workout. Muscles still hot. Hormones racing. Skin slick with sweat. When she peels off the tee her stomach flexes, small breasts riding with every breath. Her hand slips lower almost on its own, fingers tracing the damp cotton between her legs. The cotton is already wet. She rubs once, twice, then tugs it aside so nothing stands between her touch and that swollen, slippery slit. She works two fingers through the heat, spreads it, circles the hard little nub until her thighs start to shake. The room is quiet except for the quick wet sounds and the soft catch of her breath each time she presses deeper.