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dragged through the room as a breeze stirred the bed curtains.
    “Not until you show yourself.”
    “Not going to happen. Indulge me for a little while. It’s been so long since I’ve done this.” The longing in his voice tugged on my heart.
    The weight on my chest eased me back. It was too much to fight. My eyes closed. I lay back against the pillows and was allowed a moment to enjoy the softness of the bed. The bed depressed with the heaviness of another person coming to join me. Nothing appeared before me, not even the solidity of a shadow.
    “Please!”
    His lips swept over mine. “Trust me.”
    Keaton straddled me. He spread the robe away from my body. Then he took my hands and put them above my head. The belt from my robe dangled in mid air with nothing holding it and then it slipped around my wrists. The strap tightened around my hands and then the end tied itself to one of the posts in the headboard.
    His fingers trailed up my calves, and I realized that I hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. But it didn’t faze him. His light touch stroked my inner thighs. The soft caresses were on the edge of being ticklish to being painful because there was no physical presence for me to touch, and my hands were useless. Teeth replaced the lips on my leg. Keaton bit down on my skin. I arched off the bed and screamed. Wetness gushed from my pussy. His fingers pressed into my hips. His body nestled between my legs. Kisses trailed from my navel until he found my buried clit. Once his lips encompassed my throbbing bud, a groan loosened from my throat.
    I clung to the belt. He slipped a finger inside of my depths and pressed against the sensitive walls. Expecting to find the matching weight of his body, I raised my hips, but there was just air. Keaton continued to pump into me and then added another finger while his tongue flicked over my clit, manipulating me faster and faster. Cries left my throat that I’d never heard myself utter before. He was driving me into a frenzy, coaxing me higher and higher until it seemed my very nerves were ablaze. My skin burned from the passion he instilled in me. White light appeared behind my eyes. It grew brighter and brighter increasing with the ecstasy he imparted to me.
    He drove his fingers deeper into me until he had three fingers inside of my pussy. Keaton stroked my clit with fierceness as he redoubled his efforts. I tried to focus on my breathing to slow down the rising tide that would sweep me away, but it was nearly impossible not to give in.
    “P-please,” I pleaded.
    He didn’t relent, and he didn’t materialize. Everything in me ached from holding on so much. No man had ever driven me crazy the way that he was. I writhed on the bed. Sweat had broken out on my skin. So close to ecstasy all that was needed to send me over the edge was a small push. And Keaton gave me that little thrust when he nibbled on my clit once more and then trailed his tongue along my moist slit replacing his fingers with his tongue. Once he did, I came.
    Keaton didn’t stop delving into my pussy. Instead, he kept on torturing me until only strangled gasps left my throat. It wasn’t until a second wave of bliss picked me up and carried me away that he relented.
    I collapsed back into the pillows and tried to catch my breath. My heart jackhammered into my ribcage. I wondered why it wasn’t protruding through my chest. Keaton’s cool presence glided over me and felt good against my flushed skin. He freed my wrists and rubbed them where the belt had been tied. He settled next to me and fanned his fingers across my chest. He was solid, flesh and bone with an evil grin on his lips.
    “Did you enjoy that?” he asked.
    I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. He kissed my cheek and snuggled next to me. His fingers snaked lower, but I grabbed his hand before he could start manipulating me again.
    “I can’t.”
    “But I want to pleasure you.”
    “I know, but you have to give me a little while to