My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (20 page)

Stopping in front of a tall and bronzed man with a head of long red hair and a dick to match, she smiled, noting the answering grin in his deep green eyes. Oh my.

She turned and stepped up onto the dais next to the Guardian.

"I have made my selection," she announced and the crowd again fell quiet. "You have indicated that I may select any candidate who stands before me today—and these are all exquisite men, any one of whom I would be glad to welcome to my bed."

She smiled politely at the assorted packages that were proudly displayed for her delectation.
Why the hell didn't anyone pack my cell phone? This would be a photo for the millennium.

She turned and faced the Guardian, placing her hand on his hard chest.

"I choose you."

Chapter 20

Once again, Alana's words had brought an eerie silence to the town square. Then a chuckle started somewhere, and was followed by a guffaw from somewhere else. Within seconds the crowd was collectively clutching its stomach and rolling with laughter.

The Guardian was staring at her—she hoped that he might, in fact, be speechless. His expression was certainly indicating that he was in shock, if the dropped jaw and the round eyes were anything to go by.

"Me?" he squeaked, then coughed, clearing his throat.

"Yes, you. Is there a problem with that? Are you not able to—er—do the deed?" She darted a teasing glance at his crotch. "If you aren't capable of helping me make the flowers bloom, then of course, I shall select another. I'm sure your people will understand and sympathize." She produced a smile that was pure wickedness.

Clearly realizing she was two seconds away from verbally emasculating him in front of a good portion of his people, the Guardian pulled himself together and raised his hand for silence.

She could have sworn she heard a familiar pair of snickers just as silence fell but didn't dare look over at Hari and Sami.

"Alana has made her selection. Although it is unique and has never been done before." He slanted a fiery gaze at her.
Oh boy, this is gonna be something else
.

"I, your Guardian, agree to lie with Alana West beneath the Ecstasy tree. Then we shall see if the flowers will bloom and bring blessings to Anyela."

Cheers went up at this announcement, and the Guardian slid his arm around Alana's waist and pulled her to him—hard.

"And you'd better be ready for the ride of your life, woman," he hissed through a smile. "I'm going to fuck you until not only the Ecstasy tree blooms but every other tree on Anyela does as well, along with a few forests on nearby planets."

"Bring it on, Guardian—I can't wait."

"We shall retire to the Ecstasy tree," he said to the crowd. "Let all those who wish to, also retire—this day is henceforth decreed as a day of pleasure for all."

The crowd roared its approval, and the Guardian pulled Alana against his hard body. Bending her over his arm he kissed her, long, hard and with lots of tongue— romance novel cover artists would weep with envy, she realized, as she considered the picture they made—Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Droolworthy laying one enormously sexy smooch on Miss Sliding-Around-In-Silk.

His hand slipped inside her robe and caressed her breast—God, was he going to start here in front of gazillions of horny Anyelans? Her heart thumped—mind you, if he kept kissing her like this, he could start wherever and whenever he wanted. Her brain closed down and began diverting all incoming messages to her pussy.

"You asked for it, my delight." He swept her up into his arms.

"Oh yeah." She grinned.

*~*~*~*

The Ecstasy tree sat at the edge of the lake, trailing mammoth roots out into and beneath the water. It was surprisingly ordinary, thought Alana, as the Guardian navigated the small path that led through an archway into a secluded garden. The array of branches that created the bed was a couple of feet off the ground, and had been covered for the occasion with silk quilts and pillows.

The Guardian dropped her on it.

"Ooof," she said, landing hard.

"You are very daring, Alana West," muttered the Guardian as he struggled to get his tunic off his shoulders. Suddenly he seemed all thumbs.

Alana giggled and came up on her knees, helping him slide the black silk off his wonderful shoulders and onto the cool grass that carpeted the bower.

He stilled as Alana's hands went to his trouser fastening and slid the cord free.

His pants joined his tunic on the grass, and Alana got her first good look at what had to be one of nature's masterpieces.

His cock was growing as she smoothed her hands around it; thick and well formed, it lay just perfectly across her palm.

The head was sculptured, flaring and elegant, with a finely carved ridge and an obviously sensitive spot underneath, which brought a hiss from the Guardian's lips as she ran a fingertip over it gently.

She lowered her head and flicked her tongue lightly across the tip, watching for his reaction.

A soft moan made her smile. Gotcha.

Hoping that Hari and Sami had done what she asked, Alana eased away from the Guardian's cock with a final stroke, which included his balls hanging comfortably between his beautifully muscular thighs.

He followed her down onto the bed.

"My turn," he muttered, pulling her belt open and stripping her robe away from her body in about two seconds flat.

He gazed at her for long moments.

"I begin to envy my Genies, Alana," he smiled, running a fingertip around her navel and making her shiver.

"Your skin is so soft, and your body just made for fucking." He bent his head to her breast and she felt the light caress of his hair as it tumbled onto her skin like tiny fingers of sensation.

His tongue teased and tormented her nipple for what seemed like hours, until with a pop he released it and leaned over to repeat the process on the other breast. Her pussy was quivering and she could feel herself getting hot and wet.

Her hips moved automatically, encouraging him to get where he belonged.

A smile crossed his face.

"Not yet, anxious one. This is going to take some time..." He licked and suckled her strongly, rubbing his hands from her wrists up the sensitive skin underneath her arms and over her body.

Her nipples, aroused and darkened, were glistening from his mouth, eagerly demanding more attention.

She knew she had to get some control back, or she was going to succumb way too early to this marvelous lover and his amazing tongue. And she hadn't even gotten to the best part of him yet.

With surprising strength, she pushed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back, keeping her thighs tight around his hips as she did so.

Now she was on top, riding him, her moist clit poised between his legs, his cock resting against her belly. She smiled, and tried for the enigmatic Mona Lisa look. It might not have been tremendously successful seeing as her internal organs were simmering close to the boil, but she did her best.

"There is much time, as you said, Guardian." She glanced around and saw that her genies had come through for her—a little table was next to the bed and on it was a pot with a golden label.

"I would like to honor you with a treat from my world which is said to enhance lovemaking," she said formally, watching his eyes.

A brow raised high at her words, but he said nothing, just lay there gazing at her. She might have thought he was unaffected at her words, had not his cock twitched and given him away.
Gotcha again
.

She leaned over to the table, picked up the warm pot, and brought it over to sit carefully on his chest.

She dipped a finger in and brought it out dripping with melted chocolate. She gently smeared it over her nipple, taking her time to cover the areole, and then moving to the other side and doing that one as well.

There was considerable cock twitching as she tended to her nipples.
Oh boy, you are so mine
. It was a gleeful thought.

Moving the pot to one side, she leaned forward, dangling one chocolate-tipped breast near his mouth.

"Taste me, Guardian," she breathed.

His cock did a genital version of the pole vault.

Hesitantly, he raised his head and licked at her nipple. He paused, savored the taste and then came back for more. Considerably more. He cleaned both breasts in seconds flat.

"What is that?" he asked, licking his lips.

"We call it chocolate, which means food of the gods," she ad-libbed. "Let's try this."

She dipped again and painted the Guardian's flat nipples with a healthy swipe of the sauce. Bending over, she gently and thoroughly cleaned them off with her tongue, swirling and nibbling as she went and bringing him to a quivering mass of sensation as she did so. She tried to remember every little flick that Sami had used to such good effect on her, and it seemed to be working.

The Guardian was breaking out into a sweat.

"Now of course, we could try this," she breathed, stroking her fingers in circles around his navel.

He groaned.

She lapped and licked.

He sighed.

"And for the
piece de resistance
..." She slid down and began painting his cock with long smooth strokes, balls to tip, until he looked like a pornographic Tootsie roll. And oh, did he taste good. She lingered, licking the base thoroughly, nibbling at little bits of hardened chocolate that had dropped to his balls.

A gentle swipe with her tongue cleaned them thoroughly and she continued to make her way upwards around this throbbing, chocolate-coated wonder. The sweet candy and the salty man mixed into a unique flavor in her mouth—she was practically drooling by the time she reached the head. A drop of moisture beaded at the tip and she relished it like the most delectable treat, massaging his balls gently as she flicked the last of the chocolate off the head.

He moaned, his veins standing out in an effort to control his orgasm, and he grabbed her head to pull her away.

"Not yet, Alana. We have to make the tree bloom. That means both of us, love, together."

He flipped her over, grabbed her hips and thrust deeply into her soaking cunt.

She moaned as his cock learned her innermost textures, and gasped as he slid out of her, only to return even deeper.

He was huge, filling her tightly and pressing somewhere in the vicinity of her tonsils.

He reached for the little pot of chocolate.

"Now let me see," he murmured.

She writhed, wanting that wonderful cock doing its job—soon, now, ten minutes ago.

"Oh, no, no, greedy one. It's my turn to honor
you,
" grinned the Guardian.

His powers of self-control must have been quite outstanding, thought the small clinical part of her mind that was still vaguely functioning.

He spread the chocolate over her breasts, teasingly ignoring the nipples, then licked it off, each harsh swipe of his tongue traveling over the sensitive buds.

She keened, high in her throat.

He smeared her navel and razed the hardening crust off with his teeth, sending goose bumps all the way to her toes.

Then he eased himself out of her cunt and pushed her thighs wide. "Time to add some special ingredients, I think."

Easing away from her a little, he dipped his fingers once again in the melted chocolate, scraping the last of it from the pot.

Alana held her breath, knowing she'd have a hard time withstanding this dual assault, fingers and chocolate, which began to make its way to her pounding clit.

His fingers were sure and firm, the chocolate was warm, and Alana could feel an internal fuse getting shorter and shorter.

He paused for a moment, waiting for the chocolate to harden. Then, he bent his tongue to her.

Carefully, he nibbled away at her labia, cleaning, smoothing, lapping, always nearer and nearer to her clit, but never quite on it.

She grabbed her bottom lip between her teeth and held on, desperate to keep her orgasm at bay as long as she could.

Her clit was almost painfully aroused when his tongue finally arrived at its target. Two quick swirls and a swipe and she knew it was beyond her control.

She opened her mouth to draw breath into her starving lungs as the muscles in her legs and thighs began to tighten and the Guardian, sensing her condition, grabbed her buttocks with his hands and thrust his face into her pussy to make sure that she was right where he wanted her.

Oh, she was. The ripplings began, fierce, shattering, clenching, wiping Alana's mind free of all conscious thought.

Her body spiraled up, up towards a glittering target somewhere in an alternate universe, and as the mighty spasms began, the Guardian raised himself up along her body and thrust home.

Alana screamed out, lost in the bliss of his huge cock inside her as her cunt rhythmically squeezed him tight.

After several moments, or an eon or two, she realized that he'd begun to move, the shadows of her orgasm remained, and he was now urging her on.

Was there anyplace else to go? Shouldn't they both be little sodden and exhausted lumps of sticky flesh by now?

Apparently not.

The Guardian was moving faster and faster, barely brushing her extraordinarily sensitive clit with his body, his balls slapping firmly against her buttocks.

He shifted his hips slightly, and she found that his cock was brushing something inside her—oh, God. Something so exquisitely sensitive that she was beginning to spasm all over again, but from inside this time.

Damn the man—all these years, and she'd believed the G-spot was a myth. Obviously, the G stood for Guardian.

His buttocks pistoned harder and faster and her breath came in fits and starts, her hands grasped the soft quilts as she writhed beneath him.

"Alana," he commanded, through clenched teeth. "Alana—it's time…"

Incapable of forming coherent words, she opened her eyes. She gazed into the Guardian's face above her, letting her expression do her talking.

His own eyes were black and blazing, his lips drawn taut, and sweat rolled down the side of his face to his shoulders. He was beautiful.