Free Phantom Affair by Katherine Kingston Page B

beneath a volcano,
demanding release.
    She was all but sobbing when the air suddenly went away.
    “Take off the panties, then go get the vibrator,” he said.
“You’re getting the full-on thing this time.”
    Her legs shook as she stood, slid the undergarment off and
went to get the machine out of the drawer. Fortunately she’d put fresh
batteries in it the week before. She took it back to the living room and
sprawled on the couch, spreading her legs to insert it.
    Robert stopped her. “Not quite yet. I’ll tell you when.”
    “Not long, please.” She hated begging, even in these
circumstances. She loved his dominance. She wondered what would happen if she
defied him. Could he manage to spank her with air?
    “Wait until I say you can,” he ordered.
    The puffs of air began their assault on her again,
multitudes of them stroking her everywhere, from her cheeks and throat down to
her toes. Her nipples tingled as the air rushed around them. It brushed along
her thighs too, sending hot rivers of need coursing through her. Pressure built
deep inside until she thought she’d burst from it. She moaned, “Robert,”
picturing him stroking her with rough fingers, smiling as he enjoyed her
response. Velvet-soft ripples surged against her clit, making it swell and
throb. Her breath ratcheted up to a full pant and every muscle in her body
tightened as the pressure built.
    “Now put the vibrator in and turn it on,” Robert said.
    Gasping with desire, Kelly did as he ordered. She could
almost see him as a real, solid man, his hands caressing her and his cock
filling her. The vibrator was his shaft throbbing inside her. She pulled it out
and pressed it back in repeatedly—the way his real, hard shaft would piston in
and out—and watched his ghostly face. A hint of a smile touched his features.
    It was like putting a match to a pile of kindling. After
just a few moments of the vibrator throbbing in her pussy and the air
assaulting every sensitive spot on her body, she erupted in a long series of
jerks and spasms.
    It took a while to come down from that high. For long
minutes she lay sprawled on the couch, though she pulled out the vibrator and
shut it off. The air movements changed from provoking strokes on sensitive
places to comforting brushes over her hair and cheeks. His tenderness brought a
painful twist around her heart.
    “Wow,” she said. “That was amazing. What you do is amazing.
I wish—”
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Not nothing,” he said. “Just something you’re uncomfortable
telling me. No?”
    “Yes.”
    “One of the many things I admire about you is your honesty.”
    She sat up and pulled an afghan from the other end of the
couch to cover herself. She couldn’t hold a serious conversation when she was
nude and the other guy wasn’t—even if he was a ghost. “That’s a bit of a low
blow.”
    “When you were trying to spare me,” he finished.
    “Well, yeah.”
    “Please, tell me. It’s important.”
    Kelly sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around her.
“Okay. I was wishing I could touch you and could give you the same pleasure you
give me.”
    “You do give me great pleasure. You know that, don’t you,
Kelly?”
    She strained to see his face. His tone was very serious but
as usual his expression told her little.
    “I hope I do,” she answered.
    “You do. Meeting you, getting to know you, sharing this love
with you has been the most wonderful experience of my life—and my afterlife.”
He let out a harsh laugh. “I know you’ll say you’re the only woman I’ve ever
had a chance to do this with, but that’s not entirely true. There have been a
few others over the years, but none were anything like you, in looks or
personality or character. And I’ve watched television since the first one
showed up here, so I’ve seen a lot of women on it. I know what an extraordinary
and special person you are.” He sighed heavily. “You deserve better than this.
An affair with a man