“Dan?”  she asked.  But she received no answer. Reaching over she rolled him face up.  He looked at her and closed his eyes.

“I'm not in the mood right now to talk Amani.”  he said with his eyes closed, he was about to roll over when he felt something soft and moist press up against his lips. His eyes flashed open and he found himself face to face with Amani as she placed her lips on his.

Against his better judgment his tongue came out of his mouth and started to feel around hers.  With a slight smile she pulled on his tongue with her teeth before attacking it back with her own tongue. She pulled back and looked at him silently for a few seconds.

She slid up and straddled his torso, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his again, it took almost a minute before either of them came up for air, a thin strand of saliva bridged their lips for a split second.

Amani was breathing heavy, but for that matter so was Dan.  Her cheeks were a deep bronze color that only seemed to deepen as she stared at him longer.

With a cute expression of embarrassment on her face she slipped off the cloth that covered her arms.  Dan couldn't help himself, he reached up and put his hands on her chest.  He could feel the soft curve of her breasts through the thin silk cloth she wore.

“Ahh,”  A moan escaped her lips as he caressed her chest gently massaging and kneading the meat in his hands.  She bit her lower lip and looked at him with a desperate look in her eyes.  Leaning over she reattached herself to his face even as her hands worked their way under his shirt.

The came apart just long enough for Dan’s shirt to come off over his head.  Amani stared at his chest.  He was a well built individual, he didn't have a six pack or anything along those lines but he was toned, and he did not have much fat to be found. His hands removed themselves from her chest and he put them on her waist.

He bare skin felt good in his hands, warm, soft, incredibly soft. With only a small amount of effort he rolled her over so that he was the one on top.  Amani’s cheeks darkened once again, and he store a kiss from her lips before placing one on her chin.

And then her neck.

And then her collarbone.

And when he got to the twin mounds clothed in green silk he hooked a finger in the golden ring that attached them together and pulled down.  The cloth slid off effortlessly, making him wonder how it stayed up in the first place.

The skin that was hidden under the cloth was a slightly lighter color, but the nipples were a dark brown. Her Areolas were small dark circles that crowned the top of her gorgeous peaks. He softly kissed her and was rewarded by a moan.

With a smile he placed her right nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it and rolling it around with his tongue. Amani moaned even louder this time, forcing her to bring up her hand to her mouth and bite on the crook of her index finger.

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Dan however did not leave the other nipple out.  He went back and forth, regretting that he could only work on one at a time.  With a smile he slowly kissed the valley in between her breasts before moving lower.

He ran his tongue down the center of her belly, tracing the curves and ridges from her diaphragm to her belly button. He pause here and gave her a kiss.  He hooked a finger on her lower garments.  And with little effort pulled them down to her knees.

He pulled back slightly to admire the view.

She had thick rounded labia that hid within its folds the promise of bliss, there was a small stream of liquid leaking out from in between these heavenly mounds as Dan looked upon them.

There was not a hair to be found, her skin was as smooth as a newborn childs.

“Don't stare,” she pouted, looking away from dan and attempting to close her legs to hide herself from his eyes…

Dan smiled, and put one hand on either knee, pulling the two apart he once again revealed the prize.  Leaning in he placed a soft kiss on both of the labia at once, before reaching up with his hands and slowly parting them.

The skin hidden by the folds was snow white, he had to pause and admire it for a second.  From the hidden white flesh in it turned into a dark pink, and then a red as it led inside her.  There was more liquid here.

He slipped his tongue in and tasted her.

It was a slightly salty flavor, with a muskiness that was not altogether unpleasant.

“Ahh!”  she moaned loudly.  Her arms reached down and pushed his head further into her, as though she wanted him to slide his tongue in even deeper.

Who was he to argue?

He did as asked, slowly moving and twisting inside her, even as his hand gently pulled and flicked on her clitoris. It only took a minute or two before she arched her back and climaxed.

Dan wiped the excess off of his face and looked down at her.  

She was currently panting heavly, in an errotic half undressed state, and looking like she had just run a marathon.  Her eyes were slightly glassed over and her tongue lolled about in her mouth like she had no energy left to controll it.  

With a smile he pulled off his pants and freed his cock that had been straining against the fabric underneath uncomfortably this entire time.  Her eyes focused when she caught a glimpse of it.

“Ready?”  he asked, she didn't answer, simply nodding her head.

He positioned himself with his right hand and slowly opened the entrance with the tip of his shaft. Her eyes flew open wide as he entered.  About halfway in he felt some resistance he had not been expecting. Looking down he found that some of the liquid that was leaking out of her had turned a pink color.

Was that blood?

He stopped his movement and looked down at her, she was currently cringing slightly with pain and biting her finger again.

“Are you- is this your first time?”  he asked her, to which he received a slight nod and a cute blush.  Wasn't she a spirit of nature made manifest? Why would she even need a hymen?  From what she had said before Djinn had no family, they just simply came to be, which meant no mother, father or anyone else, they weren't created through procreation.

And why was he currently questioning it? He had more important things to do right now then wonder at the strangeness of the Djinn and there mimicry of human anatomy.

Gently he pushed forward some more,  and she groaned in response, her hands reaching up around his back and her nails biting into his skin.  He sealed her lips with a kiss as he slowly started moving in and out.

She was squeezing him something terrible.

He had just started and he already didn't know if he could go on.

Think of something awful.

Anything!

Mrs Abernathy!  Yes that was it, that old hag that taught math, what was she like 140?  Thats right, her, think about her.

He struggled on for another twenty minutes or so before she moaned and arched her back again, with the bucking movement and the tightening he found he could no longer distract himself with other things. Plunging deep within he climaxed with her, and they both fell to the side panting in exhaustion.

Soaked in sweat and panting like they had just ran a marathon they lay there staring up at the ceiling.  Amani scooted over and lay her head on his chest, a contented smile on her face, even as she drifted off to sleep.

He looked at the sleeping genie, and smiled, perhaps life wasn't so bad after all...