Summer nights

Hot nights. Clothes feel like chains on her skin. She kicks the covers off. Nothing on her but the dark. Her hand slides between her thighs before she even thinks about it. Fingers find that slick warmth she’s been craving all day. She works slow at first, savoring each stroke, then faster when the heat builds. Her back arches, hips lifting to meet every movement. Soft sighs slip from her lips, the only sound in the room. She doesn’t hold back. She never does. Legs spread wider, breath ragged, until the tension snaps and pleasure floods through her. Spent, she stays sprawled on the sheets, still bare, still glowing.