by Opal Carew
His inner touch swelled, filling her with delicious heat. The edges of it rippled, sending pulsing pleasure the length of her vagina, quivering across her clitoris. Heat swelled through her, a tide of molten need, turning to erupting pleasure, sweeping her to a realm of intense bursting sensations.
“Oh, God, Zurvan.”
She felt his hands clasp hers, and his breath-touch expanded within her. Her mind and body fractured in an explosion of rapture.
She felt Zurvan’s warmth beside her as he drew her into his arms. She lay still, glorying in the intense emotional bliss. Sweet and pure. A feeling of completeness that was totally satisfying.
For her. She nuzzled his hard-muscled chest, strands of his gleaming hair tickling her cheek. Now she wanted to satisfy him.
She eased up and prowled over him, then kissed him. His lips moved under hers, hot and hungry. She kissed his neck, then down his chest. She licked one of his nipples, then sucked hard. He groaned.
Grinning, she dragged her nipples along his ribcage, upward, then downward, driving him crazy with need. She dipped her tongue into his belly button and nuzzled the dark fur spearing downward.
His cock rose to an enormous size. She wrapped her hands around it and stroked. A tiny drop of liquid glistened on the tip and she licked it off. His gasp sent trembles through her. She loved this power she had over him. She dragged her tongue the length of his penis, from base to tip. Then she opened her mouth and captured the head inside her mouth.
She teased his cock mercilessly with her tongue, curling it around the sensitive rim, stroking the exposed flesh with her hands. She cupped his testicles with one hand and drew his rod deep into her throat.
“Celeste—”
The words cut off on a gasp as she tightened her mouth around him.
She moved up and down, sucking hard.
“Celeste, I’m going to….”
She nodded and kept on sucking.
“You don’t mind if…?”
She shook her head, sucking harder.
He exploded inside her mouth with a loud, guttural moan. She sucked as he jerked, liquid spurting down her throat.
Once he was done, she released him, slowly, smiling. She slid to his side and snuggled against him.
“That was incredible.” He tugged her close and kissed her forehead, then closed his eyes.
Her body still blazed with remembered heat. She wanted more. She smiled and kneeled beside him, then cupped her breasts in her hands. “I know you’re all tired out now, so I’ll just take care of these myself.”
His eyes flew open, his gaze locking onto her hands. She toyed with her nipples, plucking at them with her fingertips. His eyes glazed and his penis twitched. Men were so predictable.
She licked her fingertip and stroked her right nipple, leaving it glistening. He reached out and touched it, circling it with one finger. It tightened. He drew her down beside him and covered it with his mouth. The hot warmth made it pucker more.
His hand stroked down her stomach to her mound. He slipped a finger inside. She ached, wanting him. She felt him press his penis against her folds. Already he was hard again.
“That was fast. I didn’t think you’d be ready so soon.”
He smiled. “With you, anything is possible.”
She opened her legs, inviting him inside. He slid into her and she gasped at the exquisite feel of his rock-hard cock filling her. Then he started to move. Thrusting into her. Driving deeper and deeper.
“Oh, yes, Zurvan.”
He moved his pelvis in a spiral motion and she erupted in intense pleasure. He thrust impossibly deep and she screamed in exquisite ecstasy.
“Celeste, tell me how much pleasure I’m giving you.”
“Yes, Zurvan. You are giving me so much pleasure.”
He drove into her again and again.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you, Zurvan.”
“How much, Celeste? How much do you need me?”
“Oh, God, Zurvan, I need you so much.”
The burning pleasure spiked through her. Again and again.
“Desperately.” She moaned. “Now and forever,” she cried as reason melted away.
The words didn’t make sense to her. They just spilled off her lips as she flew into oblivion, only the pleasure real, only the feel of his cock inside her. Filling her. Driving her to an impossible pleasure, beyond the limits of the real world. Beyond anything she’d experienced before.
Only Zurvan could take her there. And she loved him for it.
“Oh, God, Celeste.” His raw voice broke as he joined her, the two of them blasting through the ether like two ghosts racing for the light of heaven, finally reaching the glorious haven of forever after and its infinite bliss. Their souls converged on the other side of forever.
Lying in Zurvan’s arms, Celeste realized how much she wanted to be loved by a man. She craved that closeness. She longed for someone she could depend on, someone who would be with her for all the good times, and all the bad. Someone who would support her and help her.
And she wanted to love someone. Someone to give herself to with openness and trust. To care for. To share life with.
She could make herself believe she loved Zurvan, but that was the trick of her upbringing. It was easy to believe you loved someone. What was hard was knowing.
Anyway, he was a genie. A magical being who lived a life very different from hers. Even if he weren’t trapped by the crystal—especially if he weren’t trapped by the crystal—his life wouldn’t mesh with hers. She would use one of her wishes to free him so he could live a life rich with magic and joy. His life. Without her.
He was here because he had no choice.
She snuggled closer. But he was here now. With her. He might only want her because she was a warm, feminine body. But he did want her, and she wanted him. She intended to enjoy their time together to the fullest.
Chapter 5
Celeste awoke to sunlight streaming across silky white sheets that cocooned her in warmth. The feel of the luxurious fabric against her skin—far too expensive for her budget—reminded her she was not in her own bed.
So it hadn’t been a dream. She’d really made love with an incredibly sexy genie. Zurvan. As she thought of their lovemaking, her insides quivered.
But no warm, hard body pressed against her now. She rolled over and saw no sign of Zurvan. Her heart thudded like a drum as panic and a disturbing sense of abandonment skittered through her.
“Zurvan?”
“I am here.”
She glanced around to see him setting a basket of pastries and buns on a round table by the window. Relief washed through her.
“I thought you would like some breakfast. I have made your favourite. Eggs Benedict.”
The sunlight rippled across his long black hair as he turned to face her. He wore snug black jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his well-developed muscles. The sight took her breath away. He looked like he belonged in her world. No one would guess from looking at him that he was a three-thousand-year-old genie.
The magnetic pull of his masculinity brought a warm tingle to her depths. She wanted to throw back the sheets and run to him, throw her arms around him and kiss him until they were both breathless.
She sat up and hugged her knees. “You look quite different.”
“I thought you might be more comfortable with me if I wore clothes from your era. Now, come join me for breakfast.” He pulled out a chair and a sensuous smile curled his lips.
Aware of her nakedness under the sheets, she hesitated.
“Well, I would if I had something to wear. I don’t want to eat wrapped in a sheet.”
His eyes twinkled and his grin turned wicked.
“Then why don’t you leave the sheet behind?”
She reacted immediately to the pure masculine interest in his dark gaze, her heart thumping like a wild thing trapped within her chest. She blushed a
little, but grinned.
“Because then I wouldn’t get any breakfast.”
He laughed, a loud, rumbling, joyful sound. Her smile bloomed brighter.
“All right. What would you like to wear?”
“A T-shirt and jeans would be fine.”
He raised his hand, presumably to work his magic.
“Wait. This isn’t a wish, is it?”
“No. The food, the clothing, these things I give you of my own choosing.”
A crimson T-shirt and blue jeans appeared on the bed beside her. She lifted up the T-shirt, beautiful with its tone-on-tone embroidery and delicately scalloped sweetheart neckline. She pursed her lips.
“Zurvan, there’s no underwear here.”
A brief, black thong appeared. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him dubiously, but decided to say nothing about it.
“What about a bra?”
“You don’t need a bra. Your breasts are firm and beautiful. It would be a shame to trap them inside a brassiere.”
The heat of his sultry gaze rested briefly on the swell of her breasts above the sheets and a rush of warmth flashed over her. She touched the soft fabric of the T-shirt and knew that every detail of her nipples would be outlined by the thin cotton, especially in their current pebbled state.
“I would like a bra.”
He sat on the bed beside her and reached for her. She thought he was going to kiss her, but his hands cupped her breasts through the sheets. Her nipples welcomed his warmth by puckering to hardness.
“What are you doing?”
“I am measuring you for size.”
He showed her one cupped hand, while the other hand squeezed slightly, his palm teasing her nipple. A trembling thrill raced through her.
“You didn’t have to measure me for the little harem outfit yesterday.”
Her voice came out breathless. She forced herself not to lean into his hand, not to pull his other hand back to her other breast and arch against him.
“I created that on you, so it created itself to your curves. From your reaction yesterday, I assume you would prefer to put these clothes on yourself.”
“Yes, I would.”
He measured the circumference of her ribcage by wrapping his hands around her. He winked, then blinked, and a lacy black bra with a front-opening clasp appeared on her pile of clothing, on top of the thong.
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”
He laughed.
She smiled. She liked his laugh. And the little crinkles around his eyes. Surrendering to the staggering challenge of his nearness, she reached out to touch his cheek. The glittering sparks of amusement in his eyes turned to smoldering heat.
His arms slid around her, and he gathered her close. Trying to still the wild pounding of her heart, she lifted her lips and he kissed her. Tender. Arousing. Unsettling. When their lips parted she rested her head on his chest, soaking in the warmth and closeness.
He stroked her hair behind her ears. “Breakfast awaits, my love.”
She eased away and smiled. “Okay, I’ll get dressed now.”
He walked back to the table and poured a cup of tea from a teapot of delicate-looking china covered with blue rosebuds. He added a little sugar and some milk.
How did he know her favorite breakfast? And how did he know she liked tea, and what she took in it? She’d just bet it was blackcurrant, too.
“Do you read my mind?”
He glanced her way.
“No, I would not be so intrusive. I used my magic to find out only what anyone who paid attention might know about you.”
“I see.”
She didn’t ask how closely such a person would have to pay attention. She picked up the black bra. Glancing back at Zurvan, she noticed he now sat at the table and sipped a cup of tea, watching her. She watched him back, waiting. He made no move to look away.
“I’m going to get dressed now,” she said.
“I know.” He smiled.
She hesitated, then realized he’d seen every inch of her. What was she embarrassed about? She was naked in broad daylight in front of the most incredibly sexy, handsome man she’d ever seen. He was perfect. She was less than perfect.
Sigh. Still, he’d seemed happy enough last night.
“Celeste, you have no reason to hide from my eyes.”
She tugged the sheets tighter to her body. “You are reading my mind.”
“No, your face and the blush across your cheeks.”
He leaned back in his chair, stretching out his long, lean legs.
“I do not hand out false compliments, so believe me when I say you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He leaned forward. “I love looking at your incredibly sexy body.”
She stared at him, stunned. Heated masculine interest radiated from the dark depths of his eyes. Knowing he found her attractive emboldened her. She dropped the sheet to her waist. He stopped sipping. She took a deep breath, and his gaze intensified. The heat of it seared her breasts, making the nipples swell to rigid attention.
She smiled and slid the strap of the bra over one shoulder, then the other. He watched her every move as she slid the black lacy cups around her breasts and snapped the bra closed. It pushed her breasts together and up, making her crevice deep and sexy.
Zurvan looked like a starving man facing a Thanksgiving feast. She loved the fact he longed for her. It made her feel beautiful and sexy.
She pushed aside the sheets and stood up, intensely aware of his hot gaze caressing the curve of her hip before locking onto the fleshy triangle cradled by her thighs. A blush heated her cheeks, but she ignored it. He licked his lips as she stepped into the thong and eased it up her legs, pulling it over the length of her thighs in a slow, tantalizing manner. Once it reached her waist, she dragged her finger under the lacy elastic to smooth it into place, watching him watch her.
She felt wicked and desirable. She stretched her arms high in the air and did a little spin. He’d given her a thong, clearly wanting to see her exposed buttocks, so she gave him what he wanted. For him and for her. She wanted him to see all of her, wanted him to want all of her.
Finally, she pulled on the T-shirt, easing it slowly over her breasts, then smoothing it into place. Masculine interest twinkled in his eyes as her hands slid over her breasts and down her ribcage to her waist. She sauntered over to the table to join him.
He raised his eyebrows. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
He glanced at the jeans still lying on the bed.
“Oh, I’ll put those on after breakfast.” She crossed her legs so they were clearly visible to him through the glass tabletop, and smiled. “You don’t object, do you?”
“No, not at all.”
His fiery glances kept her warm all through breakfast. Once they finished the meal, he whisked away the dishes in the blink of an eye. Literally. He left the tea, however, knowing, she guessed, how she liked to linger over several cups.
Then he said, “Celeste, we need to talk.”
Chapter 6
Zurvan had watched Celeste across the table all through breakfast, enjoying her delightful, flirty mood. The heavy ache of male hunger had built within him to an intolerable level. The impulse to reach out and touch her had become a tangible need. Clearly she did not realize her beauty, or her effect on men.
She had blossomed under his attention, and he wondered what her affairs had been like before. He knew she was closed around men, even reserved. He knew she did not open up like this, yet now she was surrounded by an aura of irresistible femininity.
Her openness could be because she knew she would never see him again after three days passed, but he was certain there was more to it than that. He’d hate for her to close up again after he left. The world lost a great deal when she hid her natural, radiant beauty behind the barriers protecting her from whatever demons she feared. He wished he could heal her, but he could do so only if she wished it. He could not offer, and he could not suggest w
hat her wishes should be.
Still, he couldn’t help trying. He caressed her soft curves with his gaze, struggling to tame his intense physical awareness of her. He needed to talk to her. There was little time.
“Celeste, have you thought about what wishes you would like to make? You can make them as soon as you like, but you must make at least one per twenty-four hours.”
Her face turned thoughtful as she took a sip from her steaming teacup. With his gaze he followed the curve of her neck as she swallowed, longing to kiss the hollow of her throat with delicate featherlike kisses, eliciting small whimpers from her velvety lips.
“It’s not easy to decide. It’s the kind of thing you always think about. You know, if I ever got three wishes, what would I wish for.” She put down her cup and rested her chin on her hand. “I should wish for worldwide peace or for no one to ever be hungry again, that kind of thing.”
“Helping the world with your wishes is a pretty difficult thing to do. There are a lot of factors, and short of making the world a dictatorship with carefully regulated laws to distribute food and wealth fairly, and strict laws against violence, it would be difficult to accomplish what you want. Would you like a society like that?”
She pursed her lips. “In other words, taking away free will? No, I wouldn’t like that.”
She leaned back in her chair, her finger tracing the rim of her cup.
“You can help others,” he said, “but if you do, help one person. That is how to make the greatest impact. But, Celeste….”
He paused and she glanced up.
“How often do you really know what someone else wants? I mean really wants. The wishes work best if you help yourself. If you make yourself happy, then you deal with the world in a healthier way and the people around you are happier, too.”
“That seems selfish somehow.”
“There’s nothing wrong with helping yourself.”
She hugged one knee to her chest. Her gaze locked with his.
“Okay, so you’re saying I should wish for things for myself, to make me happy. But money and stuff like that won’t bring me happiness.”
“You’re very astute, Celeste. You’ve jumped past what most people waste their time on when considering wishes.