pure joy

Josephine lies back on crisp white sheets, knees bent and spread wide, one hand tucked between her thighs. She works two fingers in slow circles, breath hitching every time she grazes her clit. Sunlight slants across her stomach, catching the faint sheen of sweat. Her hips tilt, seeking more pressure, and her lips part in a soft moan that seems louder for the quiet room. She presses deeper, knuckles brushing her opening, and her thighs start to tremble. One sharp gasp escapes as her body tightens, then releases in rolling pulses that leave her curled on her side, fingers still resting lightly against her flushed skin.