Potion of passion

The drink hit hard. Heat spread from my chest to my thighs. My skin tightened, every nerve awake. I pressed back against the chair, and the fire only grew. A slow throb started between my legs. I slid one hand down, fingers brushing bare skin, then lower. My breath caught. I opened myself and pushed two fingers inside, slow and firm. My hips rose to meet them. I worked deeper, faster, chasing the rush that climbed through me. Sweat beaded on my stomach. I circled my clit, pinched, felt the shock run straight to my core. The world narrowed to the slick sound of my own fingers and the pulse pounding in my ears. I spread wider, drove harder, until the first sharp wave rolled through and my thighs began to shake.