Such a sight

Paula moves like she feels every inch of herself. Soft light touches her feet first, then climbs her thighs. The rest of her follows—tight waist, small breasts, that pale skin gone warm and pink. She lies back with her knees apart and her hand between them, two fingers sliding in slow and deep. The wet sound is quiet but steady. Her belly tightens each time she pushes farther, then loosens again. A small red toy waits beside her on the sheet. She reaches for it without looking, brings it down, and presses the tip where her fingers just were. One smooth push and it disappears inside her. Her lips part. A short breath. She holds it there, rocking her hips so the toy shifts with her. Her other hand stays at her clit, rubbing in tight circles while the toy works deeper. Every so often she stops, lets everything throb around the fullness, then starts again. Her thighs tremble. The sheets bunch under her heels. She keeps her eyes half-closed, mouth open, letting each stroke pull another quiet sound from her throat. The toy slips out glistening, then slides back in. She does this until her legs start to shake hard, until her stomach pulls tight and her toes curl against the mattress. When it hits, her whole body jerks once, twice, then settles into small, helpless twitches. Her fingers stay inside until the last ripple fades. Then she draws them out, slow, leaving a thin shine on her skin. She stays open like that, breathing, the toy still resting against her thigh.