Lesbian dream

Aletta wakes with a slick heat pulsing between her thighs. In the dark behind her eyes two pale angels hover, silent, their fingertips tracing the flush on her breasts before sliding lower. Their mouths follow—soft bites, wet kisses—until fingers press inside her in a slow, double rhythm that makes her hips lift. She comes hard, breath caught on a moan. When she opens her eyes the room is empty, but the ache still throbs. Dream or not, her body remembers every touch.