Djinni and the Geek

Chapter 6

He still hadn't opened the box! Anissa wanted to scream. She was getting so tired of waiting to be freed. But now he was asleep and that meant she had another chance to reach him. For the first time in weeks he rested close enough to the box that she could reach out into his dreams. By the time she was done with him, she vowed, he'd be so anxious to open the box that he'd barely pause to eat or sleep. She stomped one bare foot on the plush rug carpeting her prison. He was her hero, by the goddess and it was high time he acted like it.

It was her, the dark-haired beauty from the tournament last month. The violet-eyed belly dancer he'd wanted so badly but had never been able to find again.

But now she was here, hot and soft in David's bed. He didn't know how he knew it was her, the lights were off but he'd swear he knew her touch, her scent. Her long curls wrapped around both of them. Dave could feel the ends tickle his butt. Her lush curves filled his hands and Dave squeezed, his grip on her plump cheeks drawing her closer to him, plastering her against his chest.

Surprisingly strong arms wound around his neck, pulling his face down to hers and he didn't resist. What red-blooded male could? He found her lips, touching them gently with his own. He forced himself to go slowly so he wouldn't scare her away. He didn't want to lose her - not again. He reveled in each soft stroke of his lips on hers. It was she who deepened the kiss, who opened her lips to nibble on his, who let her hand trail down his spine, pulling his groin even closer to the lush cradle of her hips. He plunged in with his tongue, giving her a foretaste of what he was about to do for real.

Goddess, he wanted her. He couldn't remember when he'd ever been this hard, this hot. He pulled back so he could trail his lips down her chin to taste the soft skin on the side of her neck. She tasted of sugar and cinnamon, with just enough salty sweat to make the mixture headier than a drug and he licked and kissed his way down to the damp valley between her full, round breasts.

"What's your name?" His voice was a husky whisper as he paused just long enough to inhale her scent. Spices again and feminine musk. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever smelled and he nuzzled the sides of her breasts, drinking it in.

She moaned, twisting to bring her n****e to his mouth. "Anissa."

"Anissa." It was as lovely as she was, feminine and exotic. He sighed with pleasure and caught her dusky brown n****e between his lips, making her cry out. Her n****e was full and plump and hard as a button. He swirled his tongue around it before pulling it in and pressing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. She arched her back, thrusting it deeper. He palmed her other breast and kneaded while he suckled.

"Oh yes." She undulated beneath him and he trailed his hand away from her breast to the thick nest of curls between her legs. He could smell her arousal but he still groaned against her n****e when he felt the thick flood of wetness against his fingers. "Please."

Her whimpered plea was all the encouragement he needed. With one last kiss, he released her breast and covered her body with his. His hand slid through her drenched slit, rubbed at her swollen clit for a second, then positioned his c**k at her entrance. With one hard push, he rammed himself home, filling her hot tight p***y with his aching flesh.

He couldn't go slowly but she didn't seem to mind. Her lips lifted to meet every thrust and she made soft little whimpers each time he pushed against her cervix. Her sharp nails dug into the skin of his back, urging him on. He wasn't going to last long and he wanted to make damn sure she came with him, so he angled his body enough to get his hand in between them and he fingered her clit, swirling it with her juices, then pressing down hard.

That was enough. She convulsed around him, her tight walls gripping his c**k like a fist. It was all he needed to send him over the edge and he jerked his hips and shouted, spraying into her with everything he had.

His own cry of pleasure woke him up. As his eyes popped open and sleep drifted away, he could swear he heard her voice echoing in his ears.

The puzzle box. You have to open the box.

It was almost two weeks - twelve nights - after the dream since David managed any reasonable amount of sleep. Every night he dreamed of her again. He'd had dreams about the dancer for the first week or so after the tournament but he'd figured that was just because he hadn't been with a woman in a while. He had no idea, though, why the dreams had started up again as soon as he'd moved into his new house and continued every night since.

BY December thirtieth, the day before New Year's Eve, Dave was wiped. He'd spent the last two days re-tiling the kitchen and it looked pretty damned good, if he did say so himself. He debated heading out to the bar, maybe he could find someone to keep him company for the night and if they really hit it off he could take her with him to Ben and Wesley's party the next evening. It was a good plan. Except it sounded about as appealing as a root canal.

He popped a Japanese monster movie into the DVD player and settled into his recliner. The movie was a classic, an old favorite but tonight it wasn't holding his attention. Nothing seemed to lately. He turned off the flick and switched on his video game console, figuring that if all else failed he'd blow up aliens for a while. Ten minutes later he'd been killed out of the game - a new all-time low for him on a game he'd contributed to writing.

He must have dozed off in his chair, because he was still sitting in it when she came to him. When she danced, her hips swayed in the most seductive rhythm he could imagine. She moved from the doorway of the room to stand before his chair. Her arms were held over her head, lifting her breasts like offerings of fresh, ripe fruit. He just watched, his c**k hard and throbbing against the fly of his jeans.

"You're so tired, my poor darling." She bent over and pressed a hot, wet kiss on his lips, her heavy breasts swaying as she leaned forward. Without even thinking, he lifted his hands, filled them with the warm globes that were only slightly hidden by the silk. She moaned as he rubbed his thumbs across her pebbled n*****s. She pulled her mouth away from his to murmur. "If you would solve the puzzle, we could do this for real."

He didn't have an argument for that. His mouth was too busy recapturing her lips and thrusting his tongue beneath them when they opened. He let go of one breast to pull her down, straddling his lap. He knew she never wore anything under the filmy skirts, so when she rubbed against his straining c**k, there was only his clothing between them. Even through his jeans and boxers, he could feel the wet heat of her pretty little muff. Last night she'd let him taste, had gone down on him in return. All he wanted this time, though, was to bury his rock-hard shaft in her hot, tight channel and f**k her until they both passed out from the pleasure.