Red and black

She stands in the doorway wearing nothing but red silk and black lace. The colors tell you everything. A flush creeps up her throat as she steps forward. Her hand slips between her thighs before she even reaches the bed. She spreads her legs. Fingers circle her clit, slow at first. Then faster. Her breath catches. The lace barely covers her, but it stays on. Red lips part. Her hips lift. She presses two fingers inside. The black fabric stretches as she moves. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. Her free hand grips the sheets. She fucks herself harder. Her thighs tremble. A moan slips out. She comes with her mouth open, red lipstick smudged, black straps still digging into her skin.