Stairway to heaven

She climbs the stairs in nothing but skin and her own touch. Fingers sink between pale thighs, stroking that sweet heat with every step. Each landing finds her a little wetter, a little closer. Her free hand grips the railing, knuckles white, while her middle finger circles and presses, coaxing soft gasps that echo off the walls. She pauses halfway up, knees trembling, legs spread on the cold step. The cool air kisses her nipples tight as she rubs faster, hips rocking into her own hand. The pressure builds fast and sharp. She bites her lip, pushes two fingers inside, and fucks herself right there on the staircase, thighs slick, breath ragged, chasing that rush that finally crashes through her in a long, shaking moan.