Take me, make me forget him.

You don't know if it's heaven, Olivia Redding, or your imagination that's brought Gideon Parker to your bedside, but you waste no time wondering.

"My wish is your command, Gideon?" you reply. "Take me, make me forget him." You open your arms, and the handsome young man wraps his around you. His touch is strangely cool, but with an electric tingle that makes you all the warmer. As you embrace, his presence atop you, around you, makes the world fade away. Chills race across your skin, and your nipples stand out, sharp and hard.

You try to grasp him, to hold him tight to you, but he slips through your clutching hands. He's everywhere, a cool tickle in your ear, kisses to your neck, your lips, your eyelids. Little jolts of pleasure run through you as his fingertips touch you quickly here and there. You capture him between your knees and open his dark slacks, seeking the cock you've been feeling rub against you. You have him! He's hard, and the tingle of his touch runs up your arm. Opening your legs, you take his cool hardness into your aching pussy. So good! It's been so long! You pull your knees up to take him deep.

He can't get away now! You wrap your arms tight and pull his body down to yours. You strain against him and thrust together, one, two, three...

Your arms slap the silver locket on your bare chest. He's gone!