Aroused and Alone

Subil sinks deeper into the warm water. Heat laps at her skin while darker thoughts drift in. Her pulse quickens. The need starts low and spreads, leaving her slick and aching between the legs. She is alone. No hands but her own. Fingers trace her breast, roll her nipple, slip beneath the surface and part her folds. She circles her clit, slow and deliberate, then pushes two fingers inside, curling until she finds the right rhythm. The water ripples with each thrust. Her thighs tense. A breath catches. She works faster, hips lifting, the friction turning sharp and sweet. A moan breaks free as the climax ripples through her, leaving her limp and spent against the porcelain.