When she is alone in bed

When she is alone in bed
 
 
Her cheeks heat
At the first sign of lust.
Her palms, they itch
With the need just to touch
Her bottom lip, slick and bruised,
Caught between her anxious teeth,
The only sign of need
As her fingers dance lower.
Her breath catches lightly
As her fingertips drag,
Down past her curves
To the place where she
Aches the most
The slick slide of fingers
Causing her toes and stomach
To curl,
Skin flushed with heat
As her shining lips part
In a choked off moan
Thoughts and fingers
Moving quickly,
Shoving her toward
Release,
Pulling her under waves
In need of wanting desire.
Her back arched
As her eyes flutter shut
The pleasure pain pleasure
Of too much of her fingers
Not enough
Causing her moans
To jump in volume
Fingers curling between
Aching thighs,
And her body trembling
While pleasure crashes over her
.
By nutbuster