Morning bed fingers hit just right for her

Waking up alone in the quiet morning light, her body still warm from sleep, she feels that familiar ache building between her thighs. The sheets tangle around her as she shifts, her freckled skin flushing with need, deciding right then to indulge in a slow, private release before the world intrudes. Legs spreading wide on the soft bed, she traces her fingers down her bare belly, dipping into her wetness with gentle circles. Her yellow-tinged eyes flutter shut, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her breasts part naturally with each breath, her touch growing more insistent, building that intimate charge until she trembles softly.