Page 33 of A Layperry's Hope
“Keep talking like that and this massage will be ending in a very different way than I intended,” I say with a chuckle. “I’m kidding. I’m glad it feels good.”
“I am not opposed to that,” Ghenie says, looking over his shoulder at me. “It would bring me great joy to make this nest smell like you.”
I raise my brow, letting my hands skim over Ghenie’s sides and up to his shoulders. I continue the massage. “I think that could be arranged if you ask nicely enough.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
I can’t help but laugh. I’m really rubbing off on Ghenie. He’s picked up some of my slang and I find myself softer because of the time we’ve spent together.
I reach down and pinch his ass. “Your ass is perfect so really, if I’m an ass that’s a compliment.”
“I do not think that’s how this works,” Ghenie says, shaking his hips. Then he pushes back until his ass is rubbing against my groin. “Oh, hello there. What is the phrase? Oh, umm right. Is that a pipe in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
I fall against Ghenie’s back, burying my face against his shoulders laughing. “Oh my god, Ghenie.”
Ghenie’s tail slaps my ass before wrapping around my waist. It worms its way under my shirt and it tickles, a shiver running down my spine at the feeling.
“Do you really wanna dirty up your nest? Right now, I’ll do anything to help you feel good.”
“Anything?”
“Of course,” I say. “I am yours.”
Ghenie pushes his hips back, making some space for himself so he can turn around. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me between his thighs.
“You are mine,” he says softly, his voice dripping with wonder. “It is still so hard to wrap my head around.”
I cup his face, leaning down to kiss his lips. Then I cup his belly. “This is proof. I’m not going anywhere. You, me, and the kids. This is my life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
“Oh, Christian,” Ghenie says, his voice cracks and his eyes water.
“Here, let’s get ourselves comfortable.” I reach down and pull Ghenie’s shirt over his head. Then I take a step back and get myself out of my clothes. Ghenie stands, kicking off his pants and underwear. “How are you feeling? Tired at all?”
Ghenie’s eyes look me up and down, pausing on my cock. He starts to grin. “I am feeling very well. Up for anything.”
I reverse our positions so I’m leaning against the bed. I give him one kiss before leaning my elbows against the bed, my chest down and my ass up. I feel my entire body heating as Ghenie makes a rumble of approval. Normally, I’m the one who tops when we have sex but today I want to try something different. I want to lay not only my heart out for him, but also my ass.
Tentative hands grab my hips, running over my skin. Ghenie’s nails run down my ass cheeks and I moan against my permission. I hear him get on his knees behind me and I hold my breath as he parts my cheeks.
“Ghenie,” I gasp out, feeling more exposed than ever before. “Do something! Quit staring at my hole!”
“But it is a lovely hole, Christian.”
“Ghenie, I swear to god I’ll--” my words are cut off by a gasp as Ghenie runs his tongue over my hole.
His tongue is hot and wet, swirling around my hole before dipping into the tight bud. I cry out, my fingers digging into the sheets below me. I feel so vulnerable in this position but that’s okay. Ghenie is worth being vulnerable for. I focus on the feeling of his mouth on my ass, opening me up, making my hole wet and soft. His tongue is longer than mine, able to reach inside of me further than I thought possible. It’s so fucking good.
“Jesus Christ,” I cry out, tilting my hips back and riding against Ghenie’s face. “Fuck, Ghenie. Yes!”
A moment later, I feel something press into my hole and I realize it’s Ghenie’s tail. He fucks me open as his mouth moves lower, taking my balls into his mouth. I’ve never felt anythinglike this before and my orgasm comes rushing towards me faster than I thought possible.
“Ghenie. You have to stop. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Is that not the point?” Ghenie asks, biting my ass cheek hard enough I’ll feel it when I sit down. My cock jolts where it’s pressed against the bed.
“I want to come but not until you’re inside me.”
“I am inside you, Christian,” he says, his tail wiggling where it’s pressed against my prostate. I make a wounded noise, gritting my teeth together and doing my best not to blow my load.
