Berries and Greed

I twitched from his sucking mouth as the orgasm slowly came to an end. Greid released my clit to lave it slowly, then slithered his tongue down to swipe over my pussy from bottom to top again and again, each savouring lick making me jolt, even as my hands released his hair and my arms flopped uselessly onto the bed.

I swallowed around my panting breaths, vision still winking as I stared up at the dark ceiling. My heart was pounding in my chest, scalp damp with sweat. A soft moan slipped out of me as I lifted my heavy head to peer down at Greid in the dark. I could only make out the outline of his head, his hunched shoulders, the faint green gleam of his claws as his hands slid off my breasts to stroke my belly.

He was still licking me softly, like he didn’t want to stop. I found the strength to lift my hands and thread my fingers back through his hair, stroking his scalp gently in praise.

“You made me come so hard, Greid.” My voice was throaty from my moans. “You’re such a good boy. You did so well.”

He shuddered, pressing a wet, tonguing kiss to my throbbing pussy. I moaned, letting his mouth fan the embers of pleasure still sparking under my skin.

“Look at you,” I rasped, grazing his scalp with my fingernails. “You don’t want to stop, do you?”

He immediately shook his head, mouth still latched onto my pussy. Then he turned his head to kiss my inner thigh, the crease of my groin, tongue emerging to lick up every drop of slickness. I could feel how wet I was, soaking the sheet beneath my ass.

“Such a greedy boy,” I purred, grinning when his mouth trembled against me with a tiny moan. “You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you? For eating my pussy. How many nights did you sit next to me on the couch imagining this, Greid? Imagining your tongue between my legs. Imagining me shoving you down and sitting on your face until you could hardly breathe.”

A guttural groan rose from his throat as he attacked my pussy with renewed vigour, tongue everywhere, sliding frantically over me and slurping at my clit.

I shuddered. “No sounds, Greid. I’ll let that one go if you make me come again.” Drawing his mouth to my clit, I pushed my hips up. “Suck. Hard and fast.”

He immediately obeyed, mouth latching on. My head tipped back as my eyes slid closed. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come again. The faint bite of oversensitivity fanned the pleasure, making my body lock up and my thighs quake wildly. I gripped his hair too tight, bucking my hips. But Greid clung on, sucking my clit so hard it almost started to go numb.

The orgasm rushed up on me hard and fast. Bliss burst over my entire frame, making my shoulders curl up off the bed as I moaned between clenched teeth. My limbs locked up, shaking wildly as the pleasure made my scalp tingle and my ears ring.

This time, when the orgasm ended, even the softest pass of Greid’s tongue made me hiss and jerk with overstimulation. I drew his head up before gentling my grip on his hair, letting my legs fall to the bed as I caressed the fluttering tips of his ears with my thumbs.

“My good boy,” I panted, my inner thighs quaking as he pressed feverish kisses to them, his mouth leaving smears of wetness behind. “That was perfect, Greid. Do you need to come?”

He nodded desperately, trailing frantic kisses over my hipbones and belly and pubic mound. Leaning over to the nightstand, I switched on the lamp. I knew he didn’t like the hum of the bulb, but I was pretty sure he was too far gone to care at this moment.

My belly clenched with renewed arousal when I locked eyes with him between my legs. He looked wrecked, as if he’d just been the one to come twice. His hair was a mess from my grasping hands. The lower half of his dark face gleamed with wetness, his mouth trembling as he gazed up at me with pleading eyes.

I stroked his cheekbone with my thumb. “Sit up.”

He did, slowly, his lean thighs visibly quaking and his stiff cock jutting up between us, looking painfully hard and swollen. Those little barbs winding around the shaft flexed, pushing in and out in time with his throbbing cock. A thread of pre-cum connected the head to the mattress, more of it already trailing down his length and over thick veins.

God, he was perfect. His chest heaved as I smiled at him, looking into yellow eyes glazed with desperate arousal, his pupils enormous.

“Show me what you brought for yourself,” I purred, leaning up on my elbows.

His throat bobbed with a swallow as he glanced down at the bed, a shaking hand reaching out to pick up the toy he’d chosen. I felt my eyes flare when I saw it.

“Is that your biggest one?” I asked in a murmur, licking my lips as I stared at the big, dark green dildo in his hand. When he shook his head shyly, a bolt of arousal made my clit pulse. Jesus, he had an even bigger one than this? It looked huge.

My mouth hooked up into a sly smile. “Of course it’s not, greedy boy. You want to be fucked by the biggest dick you can take, don’t you?”