Three Wishes Chapter 4

It was late afternoon by the time Christine and Tariq returned to the house. He must have asked her a million questions about the things they saw and the places they went. His childlike innocence to all this amused Christine and she also found it very attractive. She had taken him to a small little restaurant for lunch and had almost choked on her own laughter at how the other women in the restaurant had nearly given themselves whiplash in order to turn and stare at Tariq. She had to admit, he was sinfully delicious in those tight blue jeans and tee shirt. What amazed her though was how totally oblivious Tariq was to all the stares. He had no clue as to how handsome he was. Once he’d taken in his surroundings his attention was solely on her and that made her feel like sticking her tongue out at all those women who stared at them.

Entering her house, she stopped and grabbed the mail off the floor and continued on into the kitchen, flipping through the small stack of bills and advertisements. Tossing them on the table, she thought about what she could fix for dinner.

“Tariq, you getting hungry for dinner?” Christine asked as she opened the refrigerator. No answer. Christine turned and saw she was alone in the kitchen. She retraced her steps to the front door and saw Tariq standing on the front lawn, looking down the street.

“Tariq? Is everything alright?” Christine asked as she approached him from behind.

“Someone is watching your house,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving whatever it was that caught his attention.

“What?” Christine looked down the street and saw nothing but cars and a few neighbors out their yards. “I don’t see anyone, Tariq, are you sure?” Christine was terrified that her ex-husband had found her.

Tariq felt Christine trembling beside him. He turned his attention to her. “Why are you frightened, Christine?” he asked, concerned.

Christine looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I’m not frightened. I just don’t like the idea of someone watching my house.”

Tariq knew she was lying, but decided not to pursue it right now. “It’s alright, he’s gone now.” He placed his hand on her arm to reassure her.

“He? It was a man?” Christine was clearly afraid now.

Tariq led her into the house and shut the door. He turned her to face him, his hands gently gripping her by the arms. “You will tell me what is frightening you so.”

Christine tried to pull away from him. “It’s none of your concern, Tariq. Please let me go.”

“You are my concern, Princess. I am not just here to grant you three wishes; I am also here to protect you. Now tell me what you are afraid of?” Tariq demanded.

“My ex-husband,” Christine finally answered. “We’ve been divorced for about 3 months now. He hasn’t wanted to let go. I moved here from California to get away from Tom. He’s not supposed to know where I am.”

Tariq loosened his hold on her arms and his hands began to caress her arms softly. “Why are you so afraid of him, Christine? Has he hurt you?”

Christine lifted her gaze and looked into his dark eyes that reminded her so much of rich dark chocolate. “Yes. That’s why I divorced him. His idea of a good time was to beat me up until I either had to go to the hospital or was laid up in bed for several days.”

Tariq sucked in his breath at the thought of this man hurting Christine in such a way. His eyes became hard and cold. Christine shrunk away at the look of pure hatred that came from his gaze. “He had better not show his face while I am here.”

Tariq focused his gaze on Christine and his expression softened at her frightened look. “Forgive me, my Princess. I did not mean to frighten you also.”

A thought suddenly occurred to Christine. “Tariq, Tom must never find out about you. If he knew. . .” She let her words trail off.

Tariq seemed to catch her meaning. He raised his hand to caress her cheek. “Do not worry, Christine. I can protect my Lamp from unwanted hands.”

Christine leaned her cheek into his caress. Their eyes met and held. Tariq saw uncertainty mixed with desire flicker through her eyes. His eyes narrowed as her lips parted with a soft quick intake of breath. Without further thought, Tariq lowered his head and captured her lips with his own.

Need roared through his body like a desert storm. Tariq crushed Christine to him, his arms wrapping tightly around her. Christine moaned softly, her lips parting as his tongue sought the warm depths of her own. Her arms came up around his neck as her fingers plunged into the thickness of his hair. Tariq’s hands moved down her back and over her buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded them, then brought her hips up against his own, crushing her against his erection. Christine gasped at the feel of his hard length pressed against her femininity. She felt a sudden rush of wetness between her legs as warmth spread throughout her body. Any sane thoughts that might have remained fled from her as she felt herself being lifted from the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she felt the front door suddenly at her back. Tariq pressed her against the front door, pressing his erection against her. He hurt with the intensity of his need for her. It had been too long. Three thousand years too long.

He tore his mouth from hers and trailed kisses down her neck then up to her ear. He nipped at her earlobe. “Christine,” he breathed huskily into her ear. “Tell me what to do. My need for you is great, but I will not take what is not given freely.”

Christine tried to fight her way through the fog in her brain. He was giving her a chance to back out of this insanity. What was she doing? She didn’t know this guy. She was never one for sleeping around. But she needed this. She needed him. She needed to feel him inside her. “Take me, now!”

Before she could take her next breath, she felt Tariq lay her on her bed, his body covering hers. She didn’t care how many times he did that with her, she didn’t think she would ever get used to it. It freaked her out. But before she could utter any protest, Tariq was there, his mouth on hers and any other thoughts of protest were gone. His tongue swept through her mouth as his hands swept over her body. Christine wasted no time in getting his shirt off, her hands pressed against his bare back. Tariq groaned at the feel of her hands on his bare skin. He didn’t think he could last much longer. Next time, he thought, he would take his time with her, but right now, he wanted her naked beneath him with him buried deep inside her. So with a blink of his eyes, both of their clothes were gone.

Christine shrieked softly, “Hey, that’s not fa. . .” But her protest was cut short with a quick intake of breath as Tariq chuckled; he trailed kisses down her neck to capture a nipple gently between his teeth. Christine arched her back and she moaned softly as he drew her nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue dancing around the peaked nipple. Tariq covered her other breast with his large hand, his fingers finding the areola and gently pinching it between his fingers until it peaked. He switched breasts, his mouth devouring the other nipple with the same devotion he’d given the other. His hand trailed down her stomach until it reached her nether region. His fingers deftly parted the twin petals he found there and he dipped one finger into her wetness locating the tiny sensitive nubbin, he expertly stroked it until Christine thought she would scream. Groaning, she arched her hips against his hand. To find her so wet and ready was nearly his undoing.

“Christine, I cannot wait.” He moved up her quickly, settling himself between her legs. “Forgive me for being so quick.”

Christine reached down between them and grabbed hold of his throbbing member. Tariq sucked in his breath as she squeezed gently. Without a word, she guided him to her wet opening and pulled her hand away as Tariq thrust himself deep inside her. Christine sucked in her breath at the intrusion. It had been a while. Tariq knew he had hurt her with his entry, but he couldn’t slow down. He felt her wrap her legs around him as he began to move inside her. Christine clung to him, meeting him thrust for thrust, their hips slamming together only to part again and come together again. It was hard and rough and she could feel herself slipping over the edge as the tight ball that was in the pit of her stomach began to unfurl. Tariq quickened the pace as his own climax approached. He felt the tiny muscles surrounding his manhood begin to constrict and pulse. Christine clutched at his back as her climax exploded with in her. Seconds later, she heard Tariq shout his own release as his hips pumped wildly against her. Moments later, he collapsed on top of her. With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, Christine held him tightly to her until their breathing returned to normal. Only then did she allow him to roll off and lay beside her. Gathering her close, Tariq wrapped his arms around her. Christine settled against him, her hand flat against his chest.

“Christine,” Tariq began. “Forgive me, I know I hurt you.”

“No, Tariq, you didn’t,” Christine answered softly.

Tariq raised his hand and caught her chin raising it until their gazes met. “Do not lie to me, Princess. I felt your pain when I entered you.”

Christine rose up and kissed him. “It was only for a moment, Tariq, only because it has been a while.” She laid her head back down against his chest and smiled. “Rest up, Genie, because next time it’s my turn.”

She heard his quick intake of breath at the prospect of her being in control then his low sexy chuckle. “Your wish is my command, Princess.”

Christine laughed as she rose up and straddled his hips. She looked down at him, her long hair spilling across her shoulders covering her breasts. She leaned forward to kiss him when the phone rang. Christine groaned, but began laughing when Tariq jumped beneath her, startled at the sound of the ringing.

“It’s alright, Tariq, it is only the telephone.” Christine reached over to the bedside table and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hello Christine,” came a familiar voice.

Christine froze. “Tom.”

“Did you think you could hide from me forever, Christy?” Tom asked.

Tom was the only person who ever called her Christy. She never did like it, at least not when he said it. “How did you find me, Tom?” she asked as she moved off of Tariq and sat on the side of the bed. Tariq could see the fear in her face and it angered him that this Tom frightened her so.

“I have my ways. Just remember that, Christy. I will always find you,” Tom replied, a bit of anger tinged his voice.

“I want you to leave me alone, Tom. We are divorced now. You have no right.” Christine was feeling desperate now. Why wouldn’t he just leave her alone?

“I want to know who that bastard is that is living with you, Christy.” Tom was clearly angry now. He chose to ignore her command to leave her alone.

“I don’t know what your talking about, Tom. There is no one living here with me,” Christine answered, frightened. She grabbed the bedspread and pulled it around her. Tariq sat up. He reached for her free hand and squeezed it gently, letting her know he was there.

“There had better not be. My man says he saw a guy with you. Is he a boyfriend?”

“That is none of your business, Tom. Now please stop calling here and leave me alone.” Christine slammed the phone down, her whole body trembling. Tariq pulled her into his arms as she began to cry.

“I can make him disappear, Christine,” Tariq stated angrily.

Christine didn’t answer at first, but she finally smiled as she looked up at him. “I wouldn’t waste a wish on Tom.”

Tariq chuckled softly, the sound of it washing over her like fine satin. He began to kiss her neck, but Christine pushed him playfully away from her. “I am starving, Tariq.” She stood and looked around the floor. “What did you do with my clothes?”

Tariq laughed. “Good question.” With a quick flick of his wrist, her clothes lay neatly at the foot of the bed.

Christine looked at him then at the clothes that had not been there moments before. She took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay.” She moved towards them. “The least you could have done was dress me.” Suddenly the clothes were on her. Christine let out a yelp as she dropped the bedspread. “Don’t do that!” she scolded Tariq.

Tariq threw his head back and laughed. The deep rich sound of it washed over her and Christine suddenly wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him. “But you just said. . .” he began.

“Never mind what I just said.” Christine couldn’t help but smile at him. Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her of her need to eat. “I am going to go fix something to eat. Would you like anything?”

Tariq smiled at her. “That would be nice. I will join you in a moment.”

Christine nodded and headed down to the kitchen.