Asturias Dream

Beata Undine stretches on a thick rug before the fire, her sheer nightie clinging to her thighs in the cold, rainy weather. The fabric barely hides the delicate lingerie beneath. One hand slides the nightie higher, baring her pale belly, then her round breasts as she arches back. Her palm drifts down, lingers between her legs, presses the already-warm lace. She pushes the lingerie aside, lets it slip off her hips, lets the nightie follow until nothing separates her from the fire’s heat. Two fingers skim her freshly shaved mound, tracing the smooth lips, parting them. The slickness there gleams in the firelight. She dips in, pushes slowly, then again, finding the rhythm that matches the quickening thud of her pulse. Her thighs tense, her breath shortens, and the blaze inside her breaks free. A soft cry escapes as the orgasm rolls through her, fingers still moving until the wave ebbs. When it passes, she curls forward, knees to chest, arms hugging her legs. The same fire that warmed the room now glows low between her thighs.