Full moon dreams

Moonlight pours across Morgan’s small room. She slips out of her cotton panties, letting them drop beside the bed. Her skin prickles at the chill. She lies back, legs parting. One hand moves straight between her thighs, fingers sliding through the wet warmth she’s carried with her since dusk. She is only eighteen, but the need feels older than that. Her free hand finds her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it hardens. Breaths deepen. The sheets rustle with each slow thrust of her fingers. Nothing else matters tonight except the steady climb of pleasure she draws from her own body.