“Did you think of a wish, yet?”
Other than maybe spending some time in Amira Nimri’s bed?
“I haven’t really had a chance. It’s only been about ten minutes.”
He practically heard the eye-roll behind him.
“I just had to say something I forgot. If you want to summon me, just click your tongue and I’ll be there. If you’re sure you don’t have anything right now, there’s this thing in Ibiza I’d really like to go to.”
“I’ll be sure to call.”
For a few seconds, the sound of the running water was the only sound in the room. Steve glanced around, just as the sparkling lights were fading the Jinn out.
“Nice ass, by the way.”
Steve barked a laugh, staring at the blank back wall of the shower as he reached for the soap. “You too, Firefly.”
Chapter Six
Steve looked at himself in the mirror as his fingers tied the silk robe that had appeared, draped across the sink, while he was in the shower. It wasn’t really his style, but he noticed that his uniform was missing, so there wasn’t really another option.
He emerged from the bathroom, glancing left and right for the lady of the house. She was nowhere to be seen.
“Amira?” He said, reaching the bedroom door. “I was wondering if you had anything like jeans that I could work in. I think that the robe might be…”
“Come in.”
The voice came from the other side of the door. He opened it.
“…awkward to work in.”
Steve Ballard froze.
Amira Nimri stood at the foot of the bed in a seductive pose as candles illuminated the room. She was completely and utterly nude, having an immediate effect on Steve’s own body.
“My husband used to think I was too bold.” She whispered, taking one step towards him.
“I, uh. I think…”
Amira smiled. “He was right, you know.”
Her second step brought her within his personal space, which was further violated by her hand, slipping between the folds of his robe. His waking cock throbbed as she wrapped her hand around it. Her eyes twinkled brightly, drawing in the candlelight.
It really wasn’t the day Steve had been expecting when he woke up that morning.
He took her cheek in his hand and leaned over, bringing his lips to hers. She tasted of exotic spices, her breath hot against his lips as her tongue charged forward, no less the aggressor than the tightly-gripping hand that was stroking slowly up and down his burgeoning shaft.
“Own me.” She whispered, breaking the kiss. “If only just for the day.”
The words flashed Firefly’s image in his mind again, but they also inflamed his desire. It had been a long time since he’d been back home. Quick trysts between soldiers were common but frowned upon and Steve had been trying to keep his nose clean on this deployment. Trysts with the locals were frowned upon even more, but he didn’t see any way to stop this train from leaving the station, even if it had been his preference.
It wasn’t.
Steve bit lightly on Amira’s lower lip, pulling it outwards. He saw the passion in her eyes, those dark, pools communicating loud and clear to him even in the absence of words.
As he guided her to her knees with his hand, she put up no resistance whatsoever.
Amira’s hand left his now throbbing cock long enough to untie the robe. Her hands pressed the fabric on each side of his body behind him, her lips catching the bobbing head of his cock as her body moved forward with the motion.
The groan was involuntary, as was the forward-thrust of his hips. His cock drove deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag. She sputtered as he pulled back.
“Jeez, I’m sorry.” He started.
“You just surprised me.” Amira said, staring up at him longingly. “But I want you to take me hard.”
Her lips were back on the head of his cock a moment later, her tongue rolling over the sensitive flesh as her cheeks hollowed out, pulling his shaft deeper into the tightening tunnel of her mouth. Steve felt every inch of pleasure as the hot, young widow devoured him, letting out another groan as she worked the head into her throat, under control this time.
“Fuck.” Steve whispered, feeling her lips clamp down on the base of his shaft, buried in his pubic hair. He felt the silk heat of her tongue as it protruded, teasing his scrotum with the pleasures that were still in store.
Nothingness.
Amira had pulled back, staring up at him again with water running from her eyes. “Now, use it, Steve. Use my mouth.”
Steve’s hands moved tentatively to Amira’s head. He pressed his cock between her lips, guiding her mouth down over him until his eyes looked up again, catching the ottoman, the leather cuffs in particular. The thought stoked him even more.
“Submissive, are we?” He asked, staring down into her upturned eyes as he pushed more cock into her mouth and into her throat.
The beauty at his feet nodded as best as she could. As his cock bottomed out in her mouth, he pulled back again, this time quickly repeating the motion, choking her out merely a second later.
Over and over again Steve held her head between his hands, sawing his cock in and out of those heavenly lips. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, and he wanted everything she was willing to offer him. So far, everything seemed to be on the table.
It was a wish come true, despite the mystery of the cute little Jinn.
Steve extracted his cock from the widow’s hungry mouth and pulled her to her feet, crushing his lips against hers as he found a grip on the hem of her dress. It was over her head a moment later, breaking the kiss. She glared at him hungrily and stepped back as he stepped forward. They repeated the dance until she bumped up against the ottoman behind her.
“On your back.” He barked.
Amira Nimri followed his instructions eagerly. He saw the line of goosebumps race across her body as he bound her wrists in the cuffs over her head before kneeling between her legs.
The room was silent other than two sounds; the sound of Amira’s excited breath and the rip of fabric as Steve separated her cotton panties at the seam.
The smell of woman hit his nostrils, the natural pheromones an unnecessary enticement as he ran his rough hands up the silky smoothness of her long legs, parting them garishly. She kept them where he left them, allowing him to pose her body to suit his desire.
He opened her with his thumbs, parting her flesh, exposing the bright pink of strawberry that contrasted with the darker flesh between her thighs.
“Please.”
The whisper was so soft he almost missed it.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous.” He breathed. “I’m going to make you cum.”
Amira’s breathing became even shallower, but it cut off instantaneously as his tongue drove into the enticing center of her. He heard a deep intake of air and as it reversed, a low and steady moan that seemed to go on continuously.
His tongue plunged down into her as deep as he could imagine, tasting the stronger dose of her womanhood way down inside, his cock angrily throbbing between his legs waiting for its turn in that heavenly channel. It was going to have to wait, though. Steve’s first sexual experience had been going down on a woman and he honestly hoped it would be his last. The power and the control were intoxicating and the ever-increasing writhing of the beautiful woman’s body beneath him was a high-proof spirit indeed.
Thumb pressed against her clit, he acknowledged its sensitivity by nearly ignoring it. The touch was just a reminder to her that he could send her over the edge into orgasm at any moment; her pleasure was under his control. He gripped her inner-thigh tightly as he worked over her delicious body, driving his tongue in and out of her like his cock desperately desired.
“You want to cum?” He asked a few minutes later.
Amira’s exultations were mostly unintelligible, though they were decidedly in the affirmative.
He replaced his tongue with his fingers, driving first two,
then three inside of her dripping heat. He felt her internal muscles clamp down on them, drawing them inside as he searched upwards, searching for the heart of her desire.
“My God.” Amira gasped in Arabic, drawing in a deep breath to replace what had gushed out with the words as Steve found what he was looking for.
“That’s it.” He whispered, working her tight channel with one hand, her sensitive clitoris with the other. He drove the beautiful woman hard as her face twisted from amazement to pure lust. Watching her climb the ladder to what he hoped was an intense orgasm was pleasure itself, even though his aching cock would likely disagree with him.
She was quivering. It spread from the epicenter of his touch all the way to her extremities and her clear, melodic voice was deprecated to a hoarse groaning as Steve stared down into those dark eyes. The skin surrounding the leather cuffs had gone pale as she pulled hard against her bonds, wanting to touch him yet reveling in the restriction they provided.
“Cum for me, Amira.” Steve said, his voice crooning down on her.
Her body’s response was almost immediate. The sexy widow’s muscles locked up, struggling in vain to keep his fingers immobile as wetness gushed from her body. Her eyes were rolling up in the moment before she cinched them tight, her vocal cords finally asserting themselves in the form of a humming that intensified as her roller-coaster orgasm ebbed and flowed through her body.
“Please.”
It was one word that stretched out into an entire breath before going into an endless loop of repeats. Amira’s arms relaxed and immediately slammed into the restraint again like a charging dog stopped short of its target by the length of its chain.
She cried out in anguish as his fingers slipped from her spasming flesh, only to renew the hum once again, this time an entire octave higher as his cock slammed into that perfectly primed pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
Amira’s body spasmodically assaulted Steve’s cock, giving it a hot, wet welcome as it rippled along the length of his buried shaft. His fingers were still strumming her clit as he enjoyed her, simply experiencing the delight of her for a few moments before moving things to the next level.
Steve’s hands slipped to the backs of Amira’s knees, bending them and spreading them even wider apart as he started to thrust in and out of her delicious body.
It wasn’t going to last long and he knew it. He’d been playing the five-finger shuffle for months and everything from Firefly to this entire scene was another stroke of the axe. The breaking point wouldn’t be far away.
The orgasm she was experiencing didn’t seem to be announcing its end anytime soon and the additional friction was driving his own body wild. There was no way he was going to hold back, but he felt the need to speak.
“I’m going to cum inside of you.”
Amira’s eyes flashed open, but the look in them wasn’t fear or surprise. It was complete, unadulterated lust. “Do it. Fill me.” She gasped.
It wasn’t the right time for further discussion. His confidence was actually the Army’s doing and not just because of his physical training. To think, all those years of youth wasted being safe when he wasn’t firing live rounds in the first place. Apparently, his childhood accident had been more serious than originally though. At least more than his parents’ insurance had wanted to deal with at the time.
Driving deep into her body, Steve felt the muscles of her vagina clamp down on him, squeezing and rippling as the goosebumps flooded over him, signaling his own highly anticipated release.
Amira stared at him, those dark eyes wild with passion as the jets of cum pounded against her cervix like a battering ram, flooding her body with his fluids. She milked him, prompting spasm after spasm as he emptied his need into her flesh. She finally took a deep breath, sucking air in like a deep diver resurfacing.
Steve slumped forward on top of her and her hands reached for him, in vain, pulling tight against the restraints.
Chapter Seven
The campus was far more vibrant and exciting than Steve had even expected. While the Army had previously been his only option to pay the cost of entry, things had definitely changed.
The discharge orders had stunned his commanding officer, but there wasn’t much she could do about them. A full, honorable discharge and a flight stateside only a few days out.
In the month since Firefly had come into his life, it had been the only wish she had granted. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to grant him more wishes, it was simply his own reticence. She hadn’t been able to break him out of that old ‘too good to be true’ mentality that would really let her go to town for him.
She was still working on it.
Steve had chosen the campus for its diversity. Watching the melting-pot of the various faces and styles passing through the quad reminded him of his unit. While no place was perfect, his company had been as near to color-blind as he believed to be possible.
“She’s hot.”
Steve’s eyes turned to the direction Firefly was looking.
“That she is.” He replied, smiling. “But we’re here for orientation today, not hitting on younger women.”
To the vast majority, Firefly simply looked like a cute, if not slightly edgy teenager. Well, that was once Steve had convinced her she needed to somehow hide the twinkling starlight that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. With a pouting face and a scrunching of her nose, the lights had blinked out. It had affected him more than he had thought it would and he’d assured her, as well as himself, that it would only be when they were in public.
“I don’t think I could manage to sit through someone droning on and on for what, an hour?”
Steve laughed. “I doubt you could, Firefly. I doubt you could.”
The two paused at the base of the towering stone stairs leading up to the university’s main administration center.
“Why don’t you keep scoping out the campus?” Steve asked. “I’ve got to do this, but we can get back together and you can show me what you’ve discovered.”
Firefly grinned. If Steve had learned anything about the little beauty, it was the fact that she loved being out in the world and that the primary source of her pleasure, aside from her curiosity, was making him happy.
“Sounds cool, I guess.”
Her attempt to sound disinterested or aloof was seriously hampered by those stunning, blue eyes that were already gleefully wandering around the busy quad.
“Perfect. I’ll meet you in…”
Steve only glanced away for a second, but the Jinn was already gone.
He sighed, hoping she had simply walked away rather than using one of her more dramatic exits.
The blast of cold air as he opened the heavy glass door washed over him, stepping partially aside to allow someone to pass. The young woman’s hair was as long and straight as it was jet-black. As his eyes descended that passing mane, they were delivered right to a focal-point on her remarkable body. The hem of her short, blue dress seemed to be embroiled in a mighty struggle to remain slightly below the cheeks of an incredible ass. The legs supporting that gorgeous curvature were nothing to scoff at either; tight, well-defined muscles sloping gracefully down to a pair of high-heels responsible for some of the perfection they held.
Steve’s eyes had barely returned from their journey when the woman’s head turned, revealing an angelic face dominated by high cheekbones and vividly blue eyes.
“Thanks so much.” She said, her strawberry-pink lips starting to turn up into a significantly self-conscious smile.
A moment later, she managed to get tangled up in her devastatingly long gams, sprawling quickly to the floor in a scatter of books and flailing extremities.
“Holy shit!”
In a flash, he was on the ground next to her.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
The confidence in those devastating eyes was all but gone, replaced by the soft unsureness of embarrassment.
“Yeah,” She
said, untangling her legs enough to put an end to what likely had been a good show for the male onlookers. “but death probably would have been a better out.”
Steve laughed. “Well, if that were the best option, we wouldn’t be here right now. I would have packed it in way back at Fort Stewart.”
He offered her his hand, feeling a surprisingly strong grip as he helped her to her feet. “Thank you for your service.” She said as he squatted back down to pick up some of the scattered papers.
Steve looked up, his eyes pausing briefly at the eye-level skirt hem and the taut quads that disappeared up under it. “What, for picking up papers? Its…oh, yeah, that.”
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