Lingerie dream

Alexis slips into silk the color of warm cream. The lace barely covers what matters most, and she knows it. She turns once, slow enough for the mirror to catch every curve, then lets her hand slide down her stomach. Her nipples press against the thin fabric. She watches herself touch them, rolling each peak until the satin darkens with her breath. Her thighs part on their own. Two fingers slip beneath the strip of lace between her legs, finding heat and slickness. She strokes herself with lazy circles, breath catching, blonde hair falling across one eye. The lace stays on. She wants the tease to last. Each pass of her fingers draws a softer sound from her throat, the kind she only makes when she knows she is being watched.