Deep Purple

Amirah spins in her room, hips tracing circles to the pounding beat. Her bare feet slap the floor. She feels the music pool between her thighs and lets herself drop onto the sheets. Her palms slide over her chest, thumbs flicking at nipples that stiffen at once. She pushes her top down to her waist, slips off her panties, and savors how the deep purple looks against her pale skin. Then her hand is between her legs. She strokes the swollen tip of her clit, so tender from dancing that one light pass makes her hips jerk. Two fingers disappear behind her and slide into the slick heat of her cunt. She stays on her knees, spreads her cheeks wide, and rides the feeling the way she would ride a thick cock—long, slow pushes followed by a quick twist of her wrist. The picture of that cock buried in her makes her roll onto her back. She plants her heels, opens her thighs, and works her clit faster now, chasing the heat that flares through her belly. When she comes, the pulsing squeezes her fingers and her breath catches in the same soft note that still drifts from the speakers. Eyes open. Smile blooms. She glances at the empty space beside her and bites her lip, already planning where to resume the moment you arrive.