Restless night

On a sleepless night, she lies back and slips two fingers between her thighs. Her panties are already damp. She traces slow circles over her swollen clit, breath catching each time her fingertip flicks the sensitive nub. The fabric is thin and white, nearly see-through where her juices have soaked through. She pushes it aside and slides a finger inside, then two, curling them until her toes curl too. Her free hand cups a small, bare breast, thumb rolling over the tight nipple. She rocks her hips, fucking her own hand, chasing that hot, liquid rush. When she comes it’s sudden and sharp; her cunt pulses hard around her fingers, soaking the sheets beneath her. Spent, she lets her hand fall and drifts off, finally quiet.