Sensual Desire

Gina wakes warm and lazy, drifts into the kitchen, makes her tea. Back on the couch with the steaming cup between her hands, the heat slides down through her and pulls something awake. She lets her palms wander under the hoodie, over smooth flat belly, small breasts, then lower. Between her thighs she can already feel the fabric clinging. She peels the hoodie off and traces her hips, the jut of bone, the valley of her stomach, until her fingers slip beneath the silk and meet slick warmth. Untying the side strings takes longer than it should; she likes the slow tease. Finally the panties fall open and she licks two fingertips, presses them lightly to her clit. A sharp pulse jumps through her hips. She rolls onto her side, pushes those same fingers inside, grinds down until her knuckles press flat against her skin. The sounds she makes are small and soft. Pleasure tightens. She circles her clit again, faster now, chasing the edge. Her body seizes, legs quivering, and the release rushes out hot and sudden. Spent, she lies back, stroking herself in slow passes, every faint aftershock rolling through her like warm tea.