Stairway to heaven

She climbs the stairs slow and steady. Every step feels softer when her fingers slip between her legs and rub her clit in tight little circles. The ache is already there. She presses down harder. Her breath catches halfway up. The fingers don’t stop. They slide lower, wet, then move back up to press the swollen nub until her hips jerk. She leans against the rail. One hand braces, the other keeps working, rubbing faster now, strokes growing shorter. Her thighs tremble. A soft sound escapes her throat and she swallows it, biting her lip as she keeps rubbing until the tension breaks and her body shudders against the steps.