Summertime

Summer heat presses through the windows and the house grows still. She slips off her top, blonde hair brushing bare shoulders, and her breasts rise full and heavy. Fingers drift down to trace the curve of each one, nipples tightening under her own touch. The shorts slide down next, and she stretches out on the cool sheets, knees opening wide. Her hand finds the slick heat between her thighs, moving in slow, greedy circles. Every stroke deepens. The air thickens with the soft sound of skin on skin and the scent of her need. She rocks her hips into her palm, chasing the edge, blonde strands sticking to damp lips as she rides the pulse building inside her. One final, fierce press of her fingers and she shatters, thighs trembling, breath caught between a gasp and a laugh, the summer light painting her naked body in gold.