Bedtime stories

She stirred in the dark, too restless for sleep. Her roommate had the fix. The brunette slipped out of her robe and lay back against the pillows. Silk clung to her body—black lace over pale skin. Her fingers moved without hesitation. Slow at first, then surer, tracing the heat between her thighs. A soft gasp slipped free. Her legs parted wider. The sheets whispered under her moving hips. She found the rhythm she needed, the one that silenced every thought. Pleasure built like a held breath, and when it broke, she arched hard and let it take her. The room smelled of skin and silk and satisfaction. Sleep came easy after that.