Morning with Sophie

Sophie woke already slick between her thighs. Sunlight cut across the sheets and she rolled onto her back, knees falling open. One hand slid under the lace edge of her panties, fingertips finding the heat they’d left there overnight. She circled slowly, feeling the bud swell, then pressed two fingers inside, sighing at the easy glide. Blonde hair spilled over the pillow as she arched, panties tugged aside so she could fuck herself deeper, knuckles glistening. Each stroke grew wetter, the room filled with soft, rhythmic sounds. She kept her eyes half-lidded, breath catching every time she curled against that spot that made her thighs tremble. Faster now, hips lifting to meet her hand, until the rush crashed through her—tight, pulsing, unstoppable. She stayed open and trembling for a moment longer, savoring the aftershocks, then let her fingers slip free, wet and shining in the morning light.