She lowered her mouth to him again. That silky wetness, the heat of that mouth—his eyes fluttered shut as she pulled back to breathe, let her lips tease at his head. She shifted anxiously as the invisible hand at her vulva continued to tease and rub, gently stroking her. Anything he pictured it doing, it followed. He sent it to her clit, and she gasped as the invisible hand began to coax it. Lust pulled taut inside him like a bowstring. His hand tightened in her hair and hips pushed up—she gagged.