Orange fantasy

Scented candles burned low. The air hung heavy with sweet smoke and soft light. She felt something click into place inside her. This was the night she could stop pretending and give herself what she wanted. She lay back across the sheets in delicate lingerie, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow. Her fingers traced the edges of her panties, teasing herself through the thin fabric. Each stroke grew bolder. She slid the lace aside and touched bare skin, circling her clit with slow, sure pressure. Her breath quickened. She sank two fingers inside, hips rising to meet every thrust. The candles flickered. She closed her eyes and let the fantasy take her, riding her own hand until the pleasure broke through her in tight, trembling waves.