Love Letter

The envelope had weight to it. The kind you feel before you even open it. Amirah turned the paper over between her fingers and smiled when she recognized the handwriting. His words hit her somewhere low. Every filthy line made her pussy twitch. Her sweater came up, just enough for her nipples to slip free. They stiffened the second her fingers brushed over them. Slow circles. A soft tug. Then nothing, except the heat blooming between her legs. She read it twice. Then again. When the last sentence ended, she rolled onto her stomach and slipped a hand beneath her. Two fingers pressed against the smooth lips of her cunt, gentle, teasing. She missed him. Missed his mouth between her thighs, missed how his fingers opened her without asking. She stripped her panties off one leg at a time. The cotton stuck to her for a second, already damp. Then she slid two fingers inside and the ache hit her harder than before. Too shallow. Too small. The toy lay waiting on the cushion beside her. She flipped over, knees tucked beneath her, ass pushed back toward the empty room. The thick glass caught the light when she pressed it to her entrance and eased it in, inch by inch, until she groaned at the stretch. She worked it. Hard. Deep. Dragged it out to the rim, then shoved it back until the faint pop of suction made her thighs shake. Top off now. Legs wide, heels planted on the armrest. She angled the toy once more, thick head nudging higher than any finger could reach. Her free hand found her clit. Quick strokes, wet enough to sound in the quiet room. The orgasm seized her between two breaths. Her ass lifted clean off the sofa. Hips pulsed forward like she was fucking an invisible man and trying to keep pace. The pleasure cracked her open, left her gasping his name into the silence. When it ebbed she stayed there, toy resting warm inside her, every muscle loose. She curled onto her side and held the folded letter to her bare chest like it was his hand.