It feels too good not to

She said nothing, pulling him on top of her and wrapping her arms around him.

"Thank you," Ernest said. He roamed around her body with his hands, finally coming to rest on her breasts and starting to knead them. It didn't take much to pop them out of the cheerleading top his 'dream girl' wish had provided her with. All the while, her hands were searching for a way to get him out of his shirt and jeans, finally resorting to pushing him off her and ripping open the front of his shirt.

"I wish we could just rip out of our clothes."

The action heated up further as Jessica convulsed, pulling on both sides of his open shirt and tearing it clean apart at the back. He slipped his finger under the front of her top and lifted it up, causing the flimsy fabric to part and slip off her. All of this sent even more blood rushing to his nethers, where the pressure was finally too much for his underwear and pants. The button of his jeans popped off and his member popped out, seeking entrance to his partner's crevice. Her soaked skirt and panties proved no match, practically dissolving under the onslaught.

Jessica, feeling the pressure against her crotch, looked down in horror, "You're-- I'm not-- Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Please..."

Ernest caught her look and reconsidered, but only for a split second, "I wish I was wearing a condom."

A thin barrier of rubber materialized between them as he began to pump in and out of her, the pent-up events and feelings of the evening rushing him towards climax dangerously quickly.

"I wish I had absolute control over when I come." The urging feeling in his groin reached a plateau but he didn't relent, while Jessica's snatch gripped on him all the harder.

"I wish all the wishes from now until I reach orgasm were temporary and ended when I finally cum."

'Wait, what are you doing Master?' Is something Jessica would have said if she hadn't currently been occupied with moaning her heart out.

To which Ernest would probably have replied, 'I'm trying to make this fun for both of us and don't want to worry about regretting it later'.

What he actually said was "I wish you could come from me playing with your boobs", and gave her nipples a tweak. That was finally enough to send her over the edge, and spiraling down into an abyss of pleasure. Some of that pleasure leaked out of her in liquid form and into the magically-absorbent sheets of his bed.

But Ernest was not done yet. In his mind, the time to have some real fun had just begun.

"I wish your eyes glowed every time you have an orgasm." A sharp intake of breath, and Jessica's eyes flashed a brilliant blue, emphasizing her magical nature and stimulating a part of Ernest's brain that existed in all teenage boys of his generation which normally responded to multi-million dollar movie special effects budgets.

"I wish your voice couldn't get hoarse." Vocal cords mended and rehydrated and Jess's screams increased in amplitude, if not in coherence. The world around them completely forgotten, she filled the whole house with her voice, and Ernest bathed in it, confident in his earlier wish of not disturbing his family.

"I wish my that wherever your hands touch me, my skin was as sensitive as your tits." Cascades of ecstasy began washing through him from his upper back, along his arms down to his hands then onto his stomach, as Jess roamed aimlessly around his body. When she reached his chest, the sensory overload finally caused him to give in, releasing all of the evening's tensions in one final explosion.

His genie's eyes gave one final flash before fading into their normal human appearance, and the showers of pleasure in his chest where her hands were still touching him died down. Barely managing to pull off of her, he flopped onto his bedsheets at her side, both of them still hugging each other tightly.