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Chapter Nine

Ghenie

My stomach is a whirlwind of emotions. The talk I had with Christian went better than I could have ever imagined.

His words play over and over in my head, giving me a better understanding of him.

I want to rip his parents to shreds and protect him from every person who has ever hurt him in the past.

I have a child and cannot imagine doing anything like that to her. How could they just abandon their son? It leaves me equal parts baffled and enraged. Christian didn’t deserve that. By the Ancestors, no one deserves that.

Even the voices in my head agree. So many of them have softened towards Christian. Many of them wish for me to travel back to Earth and make sure his parents have been dealt with. One promised to wake me up in the middle of the night for eternity if I ever pulled something similar on Maribel.

It makes sense that Christian feels the need to keep himself away from those he cares about.

It makes sense that he would keep everyone at arm’s length.

I do not think it possible to be prouder than I am, seeing how far he’s come, how much he’s grown in such a short time.

I am not naive, I know there will be hardships in our future but they don’t feel as scary now.

They feel like we will tackle them together head-on.

As I walk through the door, my mind is miles away which is why I don’t notice what’s going on at first. It takes longer than I care to admit to notice the flowers and the candles.

I stop in my tracks, staring around the living area in wonder. Christian is not the romantic type and yet, he has managed to completely surprise me.

“Right this way,” Christian says, walking into the room and gesturing me towards the couch. “I got your favorite spot comfortable so you can feed Maribel before bed.”

I’m powerless to do anything but follow Christian’s lead. I sit down in my seat and a warm blanket is placed around my shoulders. A glass of water is beside me, knowing how important it is to stay hydrated while nursing. Everything is perfect.

Dare I say, Christian is perfect.

I know he won’t be ready to hear this for some time, but I love him. I love him so much. When I imagine the future, it always features him by my side.

“Do you need anything else?”

I shake my head. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

Christian leans down, leaving a soft kiss on my forehead, right between my antennae before he’s leaving the room and heading to the bedroom.

I pull my shirt down and bring Maribel to my chest, allowing her to latch. Then I tip my head back against the couch, letting out a long breath. There’s so much time between our beach confessions and now. Has the spark died? Will Christian still want to follow through with what we implied?

Am I ready to be intimate again?

That last question is the easiest to answer. Of course I am. I have been aching for him for years. My ass has been growing slick since I left the beach which made for a very uncomfortable walk back home.

A sound catches my attention and I look over, finding Christian rolling Maribel’s bassinet out of the bedroom. He doesn’t go far, leaving it in the hallway right by the door. We’ll be able to hear her if she starts crying but there’s enough distance that we won’t accidentally wake her up.

It seems as though Christian has thought of everything.

I’m not sure how much time passes but eventually, Maribel drinks her fill. Before I can stand up, Christian is suddenly there.

“Let me,” he says softly, careful not to wake her up. “I’ll change her and meet you in the bedroom once she’s down.”

“Alright,” I say, standing up and getting my shirt back into place. Then I make my way to the bedroom.

Once inside, I’m hit with a wave of awe all over again. Christian has lit candles in here as well. The room is filled with warm, flickering orange light. There is a flower on the bedside table, one of my favorites.

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 are not helping.

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 sure you want 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, when it’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 do anything .

“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 are quiet .

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.”

Christian ducks down and kisses my lips instead. He’s the one person I cannot tell what to do. He is not someone I need to lead. He’s my partner. He is my equal. By the Ancestors, I have missed him.