My lucky number

Three. That number makes her wet every time she hears it. She leaned back on her bed, legs spread, the blonde hair falling across her face as she touched herself. One finger slipped inside. She closed her eyes and let the memory come: three orgasms, back to back, her whole body shaking on the sheets. Her free hand moved to her breast, pinching the nipple until it hardened. She liked that sharp little bite. A low sound escaped her throat. Two fingers now, sliding deeper, finding the spot that made her hips lift off the mattress. She worked them slowly at first, then faster, her breath catching each time her thumb brushed her clit. The brunette strands of another girl flashed through her head, warm skin against hers, the taste of another mouth. She moaned again, louder. Her legs trembled. She wanted to beat that record. Needed to. Her fingers moved quicker, slick and relentless, chasing that third peak and whatever might come after.