Djinn, Lose, or Draw by Erick Buckley

Author:Erick Buckley [Buckley, Erick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Erick Buckley

Chapter Eleven

To his utter shock, Abbie found he was hungry. Glower had kept him deprived of all of his hungers and thirsts and desires for so long, he forgot that it wasn’t his natural condition. With that old garbage-fire of a human being gone, he could eat! He could drink! And without a Master to answer to, he could slake all of his hungers.

“I haven’t had a drink or, uh, eaten with anyone in almost two hundred years. I am not sure how good I’ll be at, uh, eating,” Abbie stuttered.

Jazzlyn smiled and took him by the hand and led him to a chair. Jazzlyn sat on the edge of the table. She took a date from the bowl. She took one from the bowl and traced his lips with it. He opened his mouth and bit it in half. It was chewy and sweet and possibly the best taste he’d ever had in his mouth. She took the uneaten half and placed it between her teeth. She pressed her mouth to his and he took the date and her kiss. Now that was the best thing he’d ever had in his mouth. She then poured the dark red wine into a goblet. She took a long draught of it into her mouth. She ran her hand over his face and tilted his head back. She placed the tip of her finger to his mouth, and he opened wide as she allowed the wine to spill from her mouth into his. The liquid burned deliciously as he swallowed it. He snapped his head up and they kissed gently at first, then deeply, tasting the mingled sweetness and heat of dates and wine. He sighed in pleasure.

“I’ll take that to mean you like the wine,” giggled Jazz as she looked down at the impressive tent Abbie was forming in his no longer loose-fitting pants. You could rest a herd of camels under that thing.

Abbie blushed and stammered, “Dates really turn me on.”

He placed his hands on her hips, resting his thumbs on the indentations. They fit there as though they had been made to do so. Jazz leaned into his grip. She slid his hands up her sides, allowing his thumbs to gently stroke the sides of her breasts, even grazing her nipples which jumped to attention. She pressed her body against his and his nipples sprung up, too. Their chests looked as though they were staring at each other in surprise.

Abbie lifted her up almost effortlessly and sat her on the table. They found each other in a rush of lips, tongues, and tiny bites.

With difficulty, he dragged his mouth from hers and whispered into her ear, “Please let me please you first.”

She was about to speak but he stopped her with a gentle kiss. “It has been over a hundred and fifty years since I have been allowed to. I have zero doubt that I shall finish this race first—probably long before you’ve gotten to the starting line.”

Jazz smiled and mumbled huskily, “Don’t worry, this is going to be a marathon.

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