Rhylie licked her lips in anticipation, then laughed softly. “I’ve always believed if I could touch something, then it’s real.”
“Then touch me.” He was standing in front of her in seconds. She blinked and took a step back. When he didn’t move she extended a finger, tracing it over his strong forearm. Definitely flesh and bones, warm to the touch. She could feel his heartbeat as she moved her finger over his bare chest. She pressed her fingers into his skin, and her body responded with vigor.
Oh, he was real. Very real.
“How is this possible?”
He cocked one eyebrow at her, and her pussy clenched as his hand reached out to caress her hip. Her taut nipples hardened further. His touch was magical, and an inferno of lust swept over her. She wanted him. Now.
“We’ve been over that.”
“The lamp.”
“Yes, the lamp.”
She cast a glance at the lamp, then sidestepped him and picked it up, rubbing it forcefully. Her fingers warmed from the friction, and when it was obvious the material was nothing more than brass, she turned it upside down, examining the bottom. No label proclaimed it made in China, or any other industrial nation. She then turned it over and over, searching for something, though she wasn’t sure quite what.
“It’s just a lamp,” he said, his breath feathering against her neck. When he had he come up behind her?
“No, everything has a basis in fact. There has to be something scientific about it. There’s wires or something that provided a signal you read to come here.”
“I forged it myself, many centuries ago with a pure flame made by the fire djinni that created me. And tell me something, even if there were wires to send signals to me, how did I get here? Do you have an explanation for that, too?”
“Not yet, but I will.” She turned back to him, letting her gaze stray down to his hard cock. “I can give you an explanation for that. The male brain sends out signals of arousal, widening blood vessels in the upper portion of the body, and sending the blood flow to the penis, where blood vessels grow smaller with arousal, thus, trapping the blood and causing the penis to grow.”
“And grow, and grow.” He cupped her buttock and pulled her into him, his hard cock rubbing against her jean-clad pussy. “It needs someplace wet and warm to call home for a while. Do you have such a place?”
“The average male penis is five inches long and about a half-inch wide when erect.”
“I’m not average, I assure you. Plus, you’re talking about human males, and I’m not human. Tell me, Rhylie, how long do you think my penis is?”
Their gazes locked, and she swallowed hard, again. At this rate, she would feel bone-dry. At least in her mouth. Moisture flooded the southern region of her body. “I wouldn’t know until, um, until I, um, felt...touch...”
He took her hand and guided it to his cock. “Then touch me. Feel how much I want you. The minute I saw you I wanted you. I prayed to the Goddess that you would pick me, and you did.”
His skin was soft, and his cock pulsed under her fingers. She slid one along the underside, following the trail of the enlarged vein. His sharp intake of breath made her heart rate quicken even more. In response, she groaned and put her head on his shoulder.
“Why?”
“Why what, my little skeptic.”
“Why me?”
“I believe we’ve already been over that, too.” He caressed her chin, then lifted her head enough to put his lips on her forehead. “Because I want you. May I take you, Rhylie?”
“You didn’t ask Saturday night, before you licked me to orgasm several times.”
“Yes, and I was reprimanded for that, but it was more than worth it. I’m afraid I lost all self-control when I saw you, though. I could not help feast on you.” He cocked her head and claimed her lips, his tongue sliding over her until she opened for him, sucking him inside as he gathered her in his arms, pulling her against his hard chest.
Rhylie felt as if every bone in her body had melted as he held her close, greedily taking her mouth as his hands roamed her back and buttocks.
“La mia stella,” he whispered against her neck. “Mi ha lasciato l’ama.”
For the second time in three days, Rhylie felt as if her body were on fire. In her mind, she knew she should say no, that she didn’t know him, and she wasn’t the type to fall into bed with someone at the drop of a hat. But she also knew, despite evidence to the contrary, that he’d already tasted her, already pleasured her with his tongue on Saturday night. And then, Cassidy’s words about her being boring, and staid, pushed forward, and Rhylie knew this was a chance she had to take.
“Yes, you can love me.”
Chapter Four
The fire inside her increased and Rhylie wondered how such non-practical words had just left her mouth. But truthfully, she didn’t care. All she wanted was the hard cock she’d just felt buried deep inside her.
“Don’t think, la mia stella, just do.” His lips were on her neck now, tracing her veins, the movements making her shiver.
“I’m hardly a little star.”
“Oh, but you are.” He stroked her cheek, moving away a stray piece of hair. “Your essence burns into my soul and lights up the area around you, much as a star lights up the dark night.”
“People don’t have essences.” She could not help stare into his eyes. “They have blood and bones and flesh, but that’s it.”
“And souls?”
“The body makes a person work, not a soul,” she said, her voice breathy. “The brain stem...”
His lips captured hers again, searing into her and making her knees weak. She sagged into his body, willing herself to stop thinking and give into what was happening, let herself be loved by this perfect specimen of the male form. When the kiss finally broke she gasped for air, then gently pushed on his chest.
“I have to finish work, first. I can’t just leave.” She turned to toward her desk, wondering what she would tell one of her co-workers when they came in and found a naked man in her cubicle. The thought froze in place, however, as she stared at the charts in front of her.
What had been partially done before was all done now, every figure in place, every i dotted and every t crossed. “You did my work for me.”
“No, you did it. I simply found the information stored in your brain and put it down on paper, where it belonged.” He lightly ran his fingers up and down her shoulders. “I’m going to make love to you now, make you scream in pleasure.”
“I’m not sure my co-workers would take too kindly to that.”
“Then where would you like to go? I’ll take you anywhere, as long as I can bury myself deep inside your soft flesh.”
Rhylie couldn’t believe what was happening. She should be screaming at him to leave, yelling at him for taking advantage of her on Saturday night, something he’d freely admitted to doing. Instead, her mind focused on the perfect place to make love with a djinni, someplace that would be unavailable if a human man were standing with her.
A floating globe appeared before her, spinning slowly. She gasped, then ran her hands around it, searching for wires, or an invisible stand.
“Choose,” he said, his voice deep in her ear. “One perfect place for our first joining.”
She would not argue semantics with him, but technically they’d already joined, on Saturday evening. The globe continued to spin, but Rhylie could didn’t focus on it. Other things appeared in her mind. Soft things. Weightless things. How would that work?
“A perfect idea.” His fingers lightly traced over her shoulder blades, and Rhylie almost screamed when Tony’s voice sounded from the doorway.
“Wow, I guess you were almost done.” She turned to find him leafing through her report, a huge smile on his face. How had that happened? She hadn’t given it to him, or even called him to tell him it was done, and ready to be turned in. “Take the rest of the day off, Rhy. See ya tomorrow.”
She could hear Tony whistling as he went b
ack down the hallway. Next to her, Sandro ran his fingers over her forearm, the touch soft, yet intense. Columns of fire shot up in every corner and Rhylie’s sharp intake of breath made her head spin.
“Close your eyes,” he said softy.
She thought about arguing with him, but if he truly were a djinni, then he’d read her mind and he knew what she wanted. This would make it or break it. He was either real, or a very gorgeous figment of her imagination.
“The fire…”
“Yes, I burn for you.” The flames were real, yet not causing damage. Those definitely weren’t a figment of her imagination.
She moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around her. Neither was the muscular chest pressed against her back, or the hard cock she could feel pressing against her buttocks.
When they left the ground, her senses reeled. The air grew cooler as they ascended, and Rhylie knew, despite what her scientific brain told her, that a magical being held her in his arms. When they broke through the first cloud, she gasped.
“Will this one due? Or would you like a fluffier bed?”
“Clouds are just a mixture of evaporated moisture and air,” she said, looking around her in awe. “Close to earth, the moisture is invisible, but up here, the particles cling together to form things we can see.” She was standing on a cloud. A real cloud, something that had no true substance, yet it felt solid under her feet. Or maybe it felt that way because Sandro still held her. When he let her go would she plummet to the earth?
He loosened his grip, his fingers lightly touching her hips now. She tentatively put her foot out, pressing it against the soft cloud under it. The surface felt solid, yet the cloud swallowed up her shoe.
“This is so surreal,” she said, pressing harder.
“It’s a nice soft surface on which to lay you while I love you.” His lips were on her neck now, soft and wet; his hands cupping her bare breasts, caressing her with gentle care.
“Where did my clothes...how?”
“Shush.” His fingers teased her nipples, tweaking the already hard buds until they ached with need. Within seconds she lay on the cloud, sinking into the surface yet having no fear she would fall.
Despite the cold atmosphere so far above the earth, she felt warm and protected as his tongue replaced his fingers, flicking first one, and then the other nipple until she arched her hips in need, rocking them back and forth as he sucked in a nipple, nibbling on it as he pulled more of her breast into his mouth.
Desire flowed through Rhylie as she stroked his shoulders, her hands straying to the long, black hair cascading down his back. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, back and forth as he pressed his body into the soft flesh between her thighs.
Her clit responded eagerly, drawing into a tight, tingly knot that throbbed with need. She moaned when he applied pressure with his thigh, her legs spreading to welcome the thick, muscled length of him.
“Please, take me. I’m begging you.”
“Not yet, sweet one.” He licked her nipples, then propelled himself to his knees, her legs wrapped around his hips. “It would be over too soon that way. I want to touch you, stroke you, watch you writhe in pleasure. Will you do that for me?”
Was he kidding? “Yes.”
“I loved having you climax under my tongue Saturday. I relived the experience several times in my fantasies.”
His fingers were on her clit now and all Rhylie could do was murmur a response.
“Do you have fantasies, Rhylie?”
“I’m living one of them right now.” Was that her voice? Had that breathy, sultry tone come out of her mouth? She never remembered sounding that way before.
He flicked his fingers over her hood, moving it back to expose her clit. The tight bundle shivered with need as he stroked it, then pinched. Rhylie came, her hips shooting up in the air, bucking wildly into his hands.
“That’s it, my sweet one. Oh yes, watching pleasure fill you brings me exquisite joy.” He captured her clit between his thumb and forefinger, holding it captive while he bent over and flicked the tip of his tongue over it.
Instead of ending, Rhylie’s orgasm hit stronger, her body pulsing as blood roared through her. “Sandro!” The intense sensations were almost too much, and when he scraped his teeth over her pounding clit she screamed, feeling almost as if she would lose consciousness.
It seemed as if the cloud wrapped around her, holding her close, making her a part of it, lightweight and fluffy, yet full of intense energy. When the feelings lessened somewhat, she opened her eyes to find him watching her, the smile on his face unlike anything she’d ever seen before. It seemed almost as bright as the sun, and the approval in his eyes made her shiver.
“So beautiful.”
Rhylie stroked his thighs, savoring the feel of his muscles and warm skin. “Oh Sandro. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” His fingers gently parted her folds, caressing her wet folds but not touching her clit, which still beat with the intensity of her orgasms. He dipped two fingers down, sliding them into her soft channel. “So tight and warm and ready for me.
Her insides quaked at his touch, welcoming him inside her. She rocked slowly into his touch, relishing the feel of him, the fullness he gave her.
“Rhylie, may I take you now?”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his fingers picked up speed, opening her more, spreading bliss through her body. “Oh yes, please.”
She opened her eyes long enough to watch him take his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices from them, murmuring words of appreciation.
Then he settled himself above her, putting a hand on either side of her shoulder, his gaze blazing into her own. She’d never experienced such a thrill at seeing a man above her. Of course, there had only been the one, but he’d been so fast, in and out, that Rhylie didn’t have the time to lock the image of him into her mind.
But she would have this one forever. Sandro looking down at her, desire burning inside him, his mouth spread into a sensual grin that made her pulse speed even more. He lowered his hips, the tip of his cock finding its intended destination with ease.
When he slid inside her she shut her eyes and gasped softly.
“Don’t close yourself to me,” he whispered. “Watch me so I can watch you. I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you, watch the delight spread through you as it spreads through me.”
She gasped as their gazes locked while he moved inside her, his shaft filling her, spreading her folds until ever delectable inch of him was a part of her. Her soft flesh pulsed around his hard cock, and she wrapped her legs around him as he started to move, sliding in and out at a leisurely pace that Rhylie was sure would drive her insane.
She tried to encourage him to move faster, tightening her legs and rocking under him. He shook his head slowly, then stroked her side, his lips gently touching her neck, moving up to her ear.
“Savor the heat, my darling. Relax into it, enjoy it.”
Rhylie tried, and failed, to relax. She clutched at him as he angled upwards, gliding over her G-spot, sending shockwaves through her body. He did it again, and again, the sensations building yet another orgasm inside her.
“My body will be jelly when you’re done,” she whispered, the words coming out haltingly.
“Good.” Several more expertly placed strokes were all it took. Rhylie soared again, the feeling almost painful as the climax ripped through her body. Her eyes pulsed, and tiny flashes of light filled her sight. She screamed again and Sandro began to thrust harder, clasping her hands in each one of his and holding them in place on either side of her head.
His hard body pressed her into the soft cloud, which seemed to wrap them up like a cocoon. His hips pistoned back and forth, and his deep groan of satisfaction filled her ear even as he filled her insides.
“Rhylie.” His breath was hot against her and she clutched him tighter, afraid that if she left go he would disappear, and she would discover it had all been a dream,
a fantastic, orgasmic dream.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, lifting up to gaze into her eyes. “You rubbed my lamp, and now I’m yours for thirty days.”
“Thirty days? How exactly does this work?”
“It’s an unwritten contract.” He was still buried inside her, still hard and throbbing despite the orgasm she knew he’d just had. “When a beautiful woman such as yourself rubs a lamp, the djinni inside belongs to her for thirty days. I will fulfill every fantasy you’ve ever had.”
Her eyes widened. “Every one of them?”
“Yes, every one. It will be exquisite pleasure for the both of us.”
A thousand questions ran through her mind, not the least of which was how this was possible, how Djinn had come into existence and what was the magnitude of their power. Obviously, it was considerable if he could whisk her to a cloud and then make love to her.
It seemed so unreal, yet there was no logical explanation for what she’d just experienced.
“I will answer all your questions, but first we sleep, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He nibbled on the tip of her nose and Rhylie closed her eyes, surrendering to the fantastic idea of having her own pleasure djinni for the next thirty days.
Chapter Five
“Buongiorno, la mia stella.” Rhylie settled back into Sandro’s hard chest, sighing with pleasure when he tightened his arms around her. “Did you sleep well?”
“Very.” Her sigh turned into a moan when he stroked her hip, his touch light. It took her a few minutes to realize she’d fallen asleep on a cloud, and woken up in her bedroom. “I had the most wonderful dream.”
His deep chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “Would you like to have another one?”
“One long continuous dream, for thirty days,” she whispered. She turned to face him, snuggling into his chest, his hard cock pressing into her mons. “Tell me who you are, really. How does one get to be a djinni? How old are you? Where do you come from? Italy, obviously, but what part?”
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