Silent night

Sophie stretches across cool sheets in nothing but pale pink lace that barely hides the curves beneath. Her hand slides under the hem. She knows what she wants. Two fingers press between her thighs, slow circles at first, then faster, the lace growing damp against her skin. She bites her lip, legs falling open wider, hips lifting to meet every stroke. Her breath turns ragged, the quiet room filled with soft, wet sounds. A gasp slips out as she pushes two fingers inside, thumb working her clit in steady rhythm. The lingerie clings to flushed skin. Her free hand cups a breast, pinching the nipple through delicate fabric. She arches. Trembles. When release hits, her whole body tightens, a low moan breaking free, then fading into the hush of the room. She lies still afterward, chest rising and falling, fingers glistening, the faint scent of her pleasure lingering in the air.