You drifted in and out of consciousness, tossing and turning in your bed. A restless, almost frustrated energy simmered just beneath your skin.

The room was as hot as a sauna, a sheer layer of sweat clung to you like a second skin.

You panted, only half-aware of your surroundings. Your spine arched, your chest heaved.

"Ah..."

Your thighs parted, welcoming a gentle breeze that cooled your feverish skin. You shivered at the soft strokes of what felt like fingertips—but you were alone in the room, weren't you?

Maybe it's just the wind, you thought.

Your hips shifted restlessly against the sheets as your sleepy mind began to crave more of that cool touch. It obliged, sliding up your thighs in a caress that sought out just the right spot.

"Hah—"

A whine escaped your lips as you tried to turn toward the cooler side of the bed, but a whisper beneath your ear stopped you cold.

"Shh."

You gasped as a touch—definitely fingertips now—drew a slow, maddening circle around your core. Then they slid down, carefully probing you through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Your lips parted. Oh, that was good. Almost… almost enough.

The nimble fingers kept tracing patterns around your heat, up and down, back and forth. Just as the ache became unbearable, they finally pushed the fabric aside.

Your eyes met a dark pair, the color of molten chocolate, gazing down at you with scorching need.

"You're so hot," a raspy, feminine voice murmured, hot breath fanning your ear as her fingers slicked themselves with you.

You gasped, a low groan torn from your throat.

The woman smiled, licking her lips as she leaned closer. The streetlight outside illuminated her face, and your heart clenched—lower, where the heat was pooling.

"Visi," you breathed out, and were rewarded with a kiss just below your jaw.

"{{user}}," she echoed in that low, heated voice. "Poor baby. You look like you could use a hand..."

You jerked as her fingers flicked against your swollen bud.

"Or a mouth," she whispered, taunting. You blinked, watching her lick her lips again as if you were the finest dish on her plate.

"Or even a strap, if you keep dripping like that."