Page 20 of A Layperry's Hope
I sit on the side of the bed, wondering what I should do to prepare. Should I get naked and wait on the bed? Should I be standing so we can start kissing the moment he’s back? Is there a third option I haven’t thought of?
The first time we had sex, it was all heat of the moment. It was rushed and forceful. There was a tinge of desperation and aggression to it all. I didn’t have time to have nerves because one moment we were standing apart and the next we were in the middle of fucking.
This time couldn’t have been more different. This time I have a moment to overthink everything, and the voices screaming at me arenothelping.
Christian walks into our room, closing the door behind him. He turns towards me and I realize I haven’t moved from my place on the bed. He looks me up and down, his forehead wrinkling in the middle with worry.
“Is everything okay? If you changed your mind I totally understand.”
“I haven’t,” I say right away. I put my hands against my face, rubbing at my eyes until I can see stars. “I want you, more than anything, Christian. That will never change.”
“Then why do you look so worried?”
“I am overthinking everything. Are you sureyouwant this?”
“Never been so sure of anything in my life,” he tells me, getting on his knees before me. He runs his hands over my calves and up to my thighs. “I want this time to be different. I’ll be here when you wake in the morning. I’ll take care of you. I’ll be gentle, Ghenie.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat. “Not too gentle.”
Christian looks up at me with a little smirk. “Not too gentle,” he says in understanding before he’s reaching for my feet, removing my socks. His fingers run up my body, tugging on the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
My body is softer than the last time we were together. My chest is swollen, my middle still soft from Maribel. Christian takes me in, that look of lust and desire never leaving. My body might change but Christian’s desire for me has not.
I stand up, pushing Christian back slightly so I can get myself out of my pants. Christian stands as well, stopping my hands. He leans up in order to run his mouth over my jaw as his hands get to work getting me out of my pants.
I let him take control of the situation. In everything I do, I always have to be the one in charge, the one to know everything. It feels so good to let Christian be the one to do that here, whenit’s just the two of us. He can take control. He can take care of me when it comes to this.
Once I’m completely naked, Christian nudges me back. I crawl onto the bed, lying back against my pillow. Christian is still completely clothed and that difference makes a shiver run through me. I’m at his mercy in the best possible way.
“You are beautiful,” Christian says, his voice shaky. He gets onto the bed, crawling between my thighs. His hands grip my inner thighs, pushing my legs open. His hands are so tanned compared to how platinum white my skin is.
“Christian,” I breathe out as his eyes wander my body. My cock is rock hard and my ass is so slick it’s starting to grow uncomfortable. I want him to do something. I want him to doanything.
“I want to make you feel so good, Ghenie. Can I do that?”
“Yes. Please, Christian. Come on.”
Christian leans down, taking the tip of my cock between his lips. I bite my bottom lip, keeping myself from crying out at the warm sensation of his mouth. He slowly pushes himself down before pulling back up.
“Use your tail between your legs,” he tells me. “Get yourself nice and ready for me. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” I say with a sharp gasp as he goes down on my cock again. He runs his tongue over the bumps on the side. His hand goes just under my dick and I remember that humans have balls under theirs. I don’t have the same type of anatomy but it still feels nice, the way he presses against the skin there.
I bring my tail to my ass, wedging just the tip into my wet hole. I carefully wiggle it into myself, making it as thin as possible at first before slowly widening it more and more. I toss my head back against my pillow, letting out a gasp of pleasure.
“Christian,” I say, reaching down and running my fingers through his messy brown hair. “I can’t keep going.”
“Come for me,” he says before licking the tip of my cock. “This won’t be the last time, it’s okay. Let me taste you, Ghenie.”
He sucks my cock, his eyes never leaving my face. It feels so good but it’s also so intimate, the way he is watching me as he pleasures me. My tail rubs against that sweet spot inside of me. I cover my mouth as I come, careful to keep myself as quiet as possible despite the way I want to cry out in pleasure.
Christian continues to suck me through it, drinking down every last drop of my cum before he’s finally popping off my cock. He crawls over my body, resting himself against me. He presses kisses against my face, murmuring how sexy that was, how it made him feel good to see me come.
One of the most beautiful things about having sex with Christian is that for just a little while, the voices inside my head go quiet. Tears spring to my eyes at the blissfulness of silence. I can still feel my connection with my people and I know the Ancestors are still there but just for a moment, they arequiet.
My hips move up, thrusting against Christian. That’s when I realize he’s still fully clothed.
“Christian,” I whisper, pulling his face away from my throat. “Get naked. Please. I need to feel you. I need your skin against my own. I need you inside of me. Please. Own me. All of me.”
