Diamonds in the sky

Stars glitter above her bedroom window, but tonight the real diamonds sit between her thighs. She lies back against white sheets, hair spread like pale gold across the pillow. Her fingers trail down, slow and sure, parting the soft lips already slick with need. Each stroke draws a sigh that cuts through the quiet room. She presses harder, circling the swollen bud until her hips lift off the bed. Breath catches, legs tremble. Every movement is measured, each rub precise. She pushes two fingers deep, curls them, finds the spot that makes her mouth fall open in silent praise. Her free hand cups a full breast, thumb brushing over a tight nipple. Pleasure builds fast now, her wrist working in a steady rhythm. She comes hard, thighs clamping around her hand, back arched, voice breaking into low moans that echo off the walls. The aftershocks roll through her, leaving her sprawled and glistening, chest rising in shallow breaths. She keeps her fingers inside, savoring the final pulses, eyes half-lidded as the room settles once more.