Freefall [NOOK Book]

Then Felice had discovered something about the bed that was out of this world. As she lay staring upward, she saw a ghostly figure appear beside her. She turned and looked to be sure she wasn't imagining things. A holographic projection firmed into a man. A naked man. A naked man with about the biggest hard-on she had ever seen.

Or felt. She could not help herself. She had to touch it. The flesh felt warm and throbbingly alive as she stroked up and down the shaft.

He gently pushed her flat onto her back, reached over and pressed his warm hand into her belly. A moment of fumbling at the fastener, then he pulled her blue satin miniskirt down over her hips and legs. He tossed her skirt to the foot of the bed and then devoted his entire attention to her. She felt large, strong hands moving on her bare flesh and sighed. This was only an illusion, but what an illusion.

"Oh," she gasped out, when insistent tugging got her panties entirely off. Her pale blue eyes flickered open, and she saw a broad back rippling with muscle reflected in the overhead mirror. Then gentle, persistent hands pushed apart her legs, exposing her wantonly.

"What an illusion," Felice said breathlessly. She started to sit up but weight held her down just as if a real lover mounted her. Reaching out she touched the shimmering shoulders. She felt firm flesh under her fingertips. Muscles. Warm and hard and flexing.

And then something else that was warm and hard caused her to gasp, lift her hips off the bed and grind her pussy down. A shaft impaled her. The ghostly lover had entered her as he slid his arms under her legs and lifted them, bending her double to increase the sensation by changing theangle of penetration. He filled her with hot cock and began fucking her. In spite of knowing this was only an illusion, Felice started responding. Her tight inner muscles clamped down around the length sliding back and forth within her until she was gasping and moaning with true sexual pleasure.

Holographic hands clutched at her still-clothed breasts. She felt her nipples growing hard under the pressure of his palms. Those hard nips throbbed and ached, and the cock within her seemed to expand until she was sure she would be pulled apart.

The carnal heat of friction building between her inner pussy walls and the immense erection driving with such power and assurance into her set her senses ablaze. Thrashing about, pinned under her phantom lover, she cried out. Her pussy tightened as orgasm gripped her. She trembled all over in reaction and got off. Sinking back to the bed, she had smiled just a little and reached out to hold her lover.

He was gone.