Wet wishes

Channel is already naked in the tub, blonde hair damp and stuck to her shoulders. Her fingers circle between her legs, slow at first, then firmer. A shiver runs through her when she pushes two fingers inside. The water laps at the edge of the tub as her hips rock. She brings her other hand up, pinching her nipple, tugging until it stands tight. Her breath comes faster. She spreads her knees wider, feet sliding against the porcelain. Every few strokes she pauses, holding still, letting the ache build before she starts again. Her thighs tremble when she curls her fingers just right. She bites her lower lip, eyes half-closed, and keeps going until her stomach tightens and she finally lets go.