Chapter 24
24
[Judd]
“ Y ou haven’t kissed me today,” Genie says quietly, lowering her eyes while still holding that damn purple pleaser in her hand.
“What?” I don’t mean to sound obtuse, because I’ve been thinking about kissing her all day. But I also know Genie is like a skittish cat, and I don’t want to see claws when I want to hear her purr.
Last night, she hummed with my mouth on hers, distracting us both from the storm, but in the light of a new day, I’m worried I’ve crossed a boundary that Genie set. She hadn’t wanted to kiss me only days ago, although she was certainly willing last night.
Our situation is only days old and I’m trying to navigate it as best I can without scaring her off.
Then again, it isn’t every day the woman of your dreams stands before you with a sex toy in her hand, looking all innocent while sinfully seductive at the same time.
“You haven’t kissed me,” Genie repeats, slowly looking up at me.
I rush forward, taking her face in my hands and kissing her fast and deep. If this woman wants kisses before I can touch her, so be it. I’ll give her anything.
She pulls back first, and I swear those dark eyes are the brightest gem I’ve ever seen. Polished onyx.
Genie steps back and back again, until she’s seated on the edge of one leather couch. She sets The Pickler beside her and reaches demurely beneath the skirt of her dress to remove her underwear as I requested. Then she dramatically holds it up and I snatch it from her hands, bringing it to my nose.
“Sweet as I suspected,” I hum, keeping my eyes on hers while I inhale deeply.
I fold down to my knees and press at hers, forcing them apart. The skirt of her dress falls between her thighs, covering what I long to see. Every reserved movement is an additional tease.
I kiss her again and bunch up the material of her dress. When I pull back, Genie’s knees are wide, her center exposed to me.
“Beautiful,” I hum, reaching for her new purchase. With a flick of my finger, the item vibrates in my fist. Genie’s eyes light up and she watches as I lower it to her inner thigh, taking my time to run it up and down the inside of her leg. Her hips start to rock. She scoots closer to the edge of the couch, hinting that she wants more from this thing.
“Need something, firefly?”
She casually leans back on her arms, keeping her gaze on where I’m teasing her.
“You,” she whispers.
Her answer has me rushing to her center, letting this toy give her pleasure. Pleasing her pleases me. Watching Genie’s eyes flutter closed and her mouth softly open, I’m as hard as this mechanism in my fist.
I circle her core until her breath hitches when I’ve hit my intended mark. I continue to watch her face as her expression softens. Her mouth a perfect little circle of surprise. Her nostrils flaring gently.
“Like that?” I don’t really need an answer from her. Everything about her body language says she does, especially when her hips jut forward and her knees nearly kiss the edge of the couch, spreading as wide as her legs will allow.
“Judd,” she whimpers.
“Is my fiancée in need of some relief?” I tease.
“Yes,” she groans. “Checking yes. In all the boxes. On all the notes.”
I chuckle as I move the vibrator in my hands lower and watch her body take it in.
Genie’s eyes flip open, wide and staring directly at me with a hunger I’ve never seen before. “Yes, Judd. Yes.”
Suddenly feral, I’m desperate in my own way. I’m not opposed to getting her where she wants but I want it to be me who takes care of her needs.
“Genie, let me taste you.” I’m practically salivating.
“Yes,” she cries. Her fingers clutch at the edge of the couch. Her legs tremble.
I pull the vibrator free from her, and Genie cries out with distress, but I won’t disappoint her. I duck my head, latching onto her swollen folds and suck hard.
“Ahh,” she preens, shoving her hand through my hair and cupping the back of my head. Her hips thrust upward, but I clamp her inner thighs to the couch, pinning her in place.
This. This is all I’ve ever wanted for her. To be the one who makes her feel good. Feel alive. Because she does that for me.
I slip my hands beneath her thighs and sling them over my shoulders, angling her lower half like I’m drinking from a treasured chalice. Sipping from the magic lamp that will grant all my wishes.
A litany of thoughts stutter from me. “Spill for me, firefly. Mark this couch. Stain my tongue. Light up for me.” Let me see that spark. That flash in the dark that’s magical, almost mystical.
Genie screams my name, gripping my hair and pinning me to her center when there is no chance I’ll pull away from her. Not until she is fully satisfied.
Eventually, she presses at my forehead. Her chest heaves. Her eyes are closed. She’s spent but a sly grin curls her mouth.
“Judd Sylver, you are hot. Scorching flames. All the chili peppers. The hottest.”
While her comment instantly reminds me of what she mentioned from she who shall not be named, I don’t find a trace of my initial upset.
I’ll warm this woman in every way.
“Stand up,” she says breathlessly. “Lose your pants.”
I chuckle until her gaze lands on me, a new fire in them.
“You don’t need?—”
“I need.” She awkwardly presses herself upright and scrunches her fingers which could be frightening if I wasn’t already so hard I could cut glass.
Slowly, I rise before her as Genie watches me stand to my full height. When I reach for the button on my jeans, Genie pushes my hands away and eagerly pulls down my zipper, setting me free from the confines of my boxer briefs.
With my jeans just below my hips, Genie strokes my hard length, and I hiss. “Sweet firefly,” I croon, petting back her hair and glancing down at her.
When she lifts her eyes while dangling her tongue against my engorged tip, seeping with need for her, I swear I grow even harder. Still watching me with those eyes, she squeezes me.
Nothing wrong with her eye and hand coordination now.
Genie takes a long lick up my shaft then opens wide and sucks me deep, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh God,” I grunt, knowing nothing has ever felt like this. It isn’t skill or talent or some strange witchcraft, this is pure ecstasy on a level I’ve never felt before.
“Genie. Baby. I think you’ve put a spell on me.”
Her hand cups my balls, and she takes me as deep as she can and I gently rock forward, petting over her hair, holding myself back while melting under her attention to detail. A lick. A suck. A pump.
“Genie. I’m gonna—” I choke on what she does next. The depth. The roll of her throat against my tip.
It’s too much and I picture marking that crease between her breasts, the one that’s tempting between the sweet, green ruffles exposing her collarbone. As if reading my thoughts, she releases me and I spill on the column of her throat, watching as my seed drips down her sternum and between those lush breasts.
“Did you just read my mind?” I ask breathlessly, staring at where I’ve just painted her skin.
“Now, you’ve marked me.” Her voice is sultry. Her eyes mischievous, and I lean down and kiss her flirty mouth.
With a sharp tug to pull up my jeans, I leave the mess on her chest, cup her ass and lift her to me, carrying her to my bed where I intend to sleep next to my fiancée and new best friend again.
I wake draped over Genie like she’s my personal body pillow. My cheek is on her chest. My arms tucked into her sides, and one of my legs draped over both of hers. She’s locked in like I was afraid she’d disappear in the night.
I press a kiss to her chest, instantly recalling what we did last night and how I marked her here. It’s been a long time since anyone has done what she did to me last night, but it wasn’t the act itself that was special. The moment is etched in my heart because of this woman. The pleasure heightened to a dizzying crescendo because of Genie.
Afterward, I cleaned her off with a warm washcloth before helping her into my Seed & Soil T-shirt.
“Good morning,” she whispers, combing her fingers through my hair again.
“Mornin’,” I mutter, unable to lift my head because of how good her scalp massage feels.
“What’s on the agenda today?” Her voice is still quiet.
“Asks the calendar girl,” I tease, rubbing my nose along her T-shirt covered breasts.
“I can’t seem to help myself.” She lightly chuckles, jostling my head.
“Well, I know you told me last weekend was Naked Gardening Day but how would you feel about commemorating the day today.”
“You want me to be naked in your garden?”
I finally lift my head, pressing up on my forearms. “Now there’s an idea.”
She laughs. “Is this one of your wishes? Because a genie can only grant three.”
I tilt my head. “I only get three?” I roll my eyes to the side and quirk my lips like I’m thinking. What would my wishes be? But the answers come easily.
Love. Marriage. Family. All with Genie.
Not wanting to frighten her, I say instead, “I’ll have to think about those wishes. One must choose carefully.”
“Yes, one must,” she mocks playfully.
“What would your three wishes be?” I ask. “Can a Genie ask genie?”
Genie laughs deeper, her body shaking beneath me. “I don’t exactly know the rules, I guess, but I’d say I’m allowed three wishes as well.”
“And what would your wishes be?”
Genie stares back at me more a long minute. “I always thought I knew what my wishes were.” She slides her fingers through my hair again. “But I think my wishes might be changing.”
“Checking yes to a few new things?”
Her eyes momentarily cloud. I’d almost say fear flashes through them. She has her reasons for not wanting to get married and even some deep-seated concerns about her ability to parent. I never want to force her to do anything she doesn’t want, so if I’d only get one of my wishes, it’s that I’d want Genie to love me.
And if one of her wishes is to be loved, I can make that happen for her.
“Checking yes to a few new things,” she says quietly. Then she tips her head so I can kiss her, and we start our day where we really do work in the garden, but unfortunately, keep all our clothes on.