Delight

The sunlight hits her skin first, warm and golden, pouring through the open curtains like it’s already touching her before she can. She stretches, the hem of her thin top riding high over her stomach, and the heat in her belly answers right back. The blonde drops onto the couch, knees falling open without thinking, one hand drifting down to trace the soft swell of her breast through the cotton. Her other hand slips between her thighs, fingers pressing the thin fabric of her panties against the heat she’s carrying. She rubs slow circles at first, lazy, like she’s got all afternoon, then presses harder when her breath starts catching. A soft sound slips out of her. The living room feels bigger with the light flooding it, brighter, and she arches into that brightness, tits pushing against her shirt, nipples tightening. She doesn’t bother taking anything off. Just tugs the crotch of her panties aside and slides two fingers into the slick warmth waiting for her. Her hips roll, meeting each push, and the wet sound of it mixes with the quiet rustle of fabric. She finds her clit again with her thumb, rubs tight little strokes while her fingers work deeper, faster. Her mouth falls open. Her thighs shake. She comes with a sharp gasp, body curling forward, fingers still moving through the aftershocks until the trembling stops. The light stays on her skin. She stays spread on the couch, breathing hard, thighs glistening, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips.