As he makes his way back, full circle, he runs a hand across the top of my desk chair. “It’s a very cozy space—I particularly like that genie lamp over on your shelf.”
My face floods with heat. I hadn’t even thought about what he might think of it when he saw it. Is it offensive?
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…” I start to rush over to the shelf, but I don’t make it far.
Arman gently grabs my wrist as I try to pass him. He sits down in my chair, moving his grip to my hand and holding it.
With a smirk, he stares up at me. “Why are you sorry? If anything, I’m glad you have it.”
“Why?” I ask, dumbfounded but relieved at this reaction.
“Because,” he begins, winking at me, “it’s like you were manifesting me, or at least thinking of me.”
I can’t help but ask, “Did you ever, like,livein a lamp?”
“Before monsters were accepted in society, yes. I don’t really knowwhygenies chose lamps to hide away in, but that’s what we did. Only allowing ourselves be discovered by those who meant us no harm.”
“That would’ve been lonely.” I chew on my bottom lip, realizing he may be able to relate to me more than I expected.
He shrugs, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of my hand. “It was at times, but it was safe. Back then, that’s what mattered most.”
“Well, I’m glad you aren’t confined to a lamp anymore.” I stare into his eyes, the connection I feel to him only growing stronger.
With a smile, he winks. “Me too.”
My heart pounds, and for once I let it take the wheel instead of my brain. I slip my hand from his, running both up either of his shoulders.
When I reach his neck, I wrap them around the back, slinging my leg over his and seating myself in his lap—at least, the best I can for this chair.
“And by the way, I have been thinking of you…” I whisper, feeling him get hard right beneath me. “A lot, actually.”
His hands grip my hips, tightening slightly. “I don’t want to do more than you’re comfortable with, Raya.”
The level of respect he has for me just turns me on more. I want him, and I know it now more than ever. He’s someone I want to experiencemorewith—both right now, and in life.
“Now I’m comfortable with a lot more than you might expect.” I take his earlobe between my teeth, pulling on it slightly.
He inhales sharply, slowly letting his hands wander from my hips to my ass, giving me firm squeezes. I nudge his head to the side, kissing along his neck and sucking gently as I make my way to his lips.
When I reach them, he instantly captures mine, pulling me even closer to him. I move my hips against him,feelinghim below me, only a few layers of fabric separating us.
His hands travel upward, slipping just under the hem of my shirt. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. Our chests rise and fall in sync, desperate for air.
Almost as desperate as the pounding between my legs is for him.
“Tell me if something isn’t okay, or if you want to stop, okay?” His voice is low, his breath tickling my lips.
I nod against him. “Okay.”
He leans back in the chair, putting a bit of space between us, a fire dancing through his eyes as he instructs, “Put your arms above your head.”
I raise my arms up, feeling my heartbeat pulsing in my pussy as I anxiously awaitwhateverit is he wants to do. What I expect is for him to lift my shirt over my head.
What I don’t expect is for my clothes to completely disappear, leaving me straddling him with only my bra and underwear on.
His clothes have gone too, including his underwear, and I can feel much more of him. I can’t help myself, looking down to see what a genie’s dick looks like.
There are swirls traveling down the length of it, and its tip—from what I can see—looks rather long and pointy. Almost like a genie’s…tail? Is that what you call the wispy end?
