Ready for Dessert

Lucy is always open to two pleasures—something sweet, and something much sweeter. She skips the cake tonight. Instead she cups her own breasts, enjoying their warm weight and the way her nipples tighten between her fingers. The soft pulls travel straight to her core and the damp heat between her thighs becomes a steady throb. She slides a hand down, parts herself, and strokes her slick, swollen clit with slow circles until two fingers sink inside without resistance. She sighs, working them deeper, and rocks her hips against the heel of her hand. The rhythm is deliberate; she draws each wave out until her hand glistens and she needs more. The toy slides in with a wet, greedy sound. Lucy plants her feet, angles her hips, and lets the deep buzz take her apart in long, gasping pulses that leave her trembling and finally spent.