Victor didn’t know how long he could hold out—it felt too good and it had been a while—but then Violet’s breathing turned quick and shallow. He felt her quiver and that was his undoing. He let out an explosive grunt just as she gasped and said, “Oh, my!” and collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.
She lay there spent and exhausted for several seconds. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Last wish granted. Thank you, Mr. Genie,” she whispered in his ear, giggling like a school girl.
“No, Violet, thank you,” he said holding her tightly against him. He could feel her quickened heart beat slow to a normal speed. He felt the slick sheen of perspiration on her over heated skin, and her tussled hair tickled his face. This was it. This is what he’d been craving all these years.His heart swelled with love.
“I love you, my funny girl.”