Quiet Awakening

Sophie wakes still wet from her dream. Her lover is gone. She slides out of bed, catches her disappointed face in the mirror, and decides the hand is all she needs. In the bath the water rushes over her. She angles the showerhead between her legs and the steady jets throb against her clit, but she wants more. She kills the flow, props one foot on the stone lip, and pushes two fingers into her slick heat. Her other hand works her swollen clit in tight circles while the cool air tightens her small breasts and raises gooseflesh along her skin. The pleasure climbs fast. When it hits, her slim thighs tremble and the empty ache is gone, replaced by her own pulse pounding deep inside her.