Berries and Greed

I was instantly distracted as her ass flexed under my palm. My fingers tightened in reflex, and I had the sudden realisation that they were long enough that all I had to do was shift my hand a little lower and stretch them out, and I’d be able to slide them over her pussy. My gut tightened, cock twitching yet again. Fuck, I wanted to touch her. She’d been so soft and wet against my tongue. I wanted to get that wetness all over my hand and use it to jerk off.

“Sorry if I fall asleep.”

Beryl’s mumble snapped me out of my pervy thoughts. Suppressing a despondent sigh, I stroked her backside and craned my neck to kiss the top of her head. “That’s okay.”

Definitely no more sex tonight then. Which was fine. Totally fine. I was just being greedy.

I’d just politely wait until morning and ask if she wanted to sit on my face then.

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Chapter Forty

Greid

Sleeping in my humanoid form was weird. I hadn’t done it all that often, and whenever I had, I’d woken up with my back kind of tight, like it had been aching to stretch and elongate.

This time when I woke up, I was hit with a mild wave of vertigo despite still lying down, as if my body knew it was way higher off the ground than normal. My jaw cracked as it stretched open wide around a yawn, a hand sneaking down to scratch my belly and give my morning wood an absent stroke.

Without opening my eyes, I grunted and rolled onto my side. My arm flopped over something small and soft, and my face was suddenly buried in a mass of curly hair, tickling my nose. Naturally, my dick bucked with excitement when I remembered I’d slept with Beryl. All night. In her bed.

I had vague memories of half waking up at some point to see the credits rolling at the end of the documentary. Beryl had fallen asleep within about five minutes of it starting. I’d turned off the TV and dragged myself out of bed to blow out all the candles, then wriggled irritably out of my onesie because I’d been too hot before collapsing back into bed.

Apparently I’d at least had the sense to bunch it against the front of my hips so my dick didn’t accidentally hurt Beryl in the night if it got hard. The soft fabric rubbed against my morning wood, and I resisted the urge to grind into it seeing as I wasn’t too sure Beryl would appreciate being woken up like that.

Her soft, even breaths told me she wasn’t awake yet. My chest had gotten all tight and hot when she’d fallen asleep on me last night, her small body curled into my side. I’d been exhausted too, but I’d tried to stay awake for as long as possible so I could savour it.

I’d failed though, because I was pretty sure I’d fallen asleep about ten minutes after her. I’d just been so comfortable. And relaxed. And happy.

Beryl made me really freaking happy.

She let out a tiny grunt as she started waking up, her fingers wrapping around my wrist and tugging my arm closer to her chest. It settled between her breasts, and my fingers twitched with the urge to slide my hand lower and cup one of the small mounds. My dick bucked, and I knew she felt it through the bunched-up onesie, because she let out a tired chuckle.

“You’re awake then.”

My ears fluttered. “Only for a couple of minutes.”

Stretching with a yawn, she shifted onto her back and blinked sleepy green eyes up at me. My hearts went a little nuts, insides scrunching up all tight. I wanted to see this every morning—Beryl with her hair a wild bird’s nest around her head, her eyes heavy and pillow creases on her cheeks.

“Did you sleep okay?” She rubbed one of her eyes. “I know you’re not used to being so high up.”

My hand skimmed down over her soft stomach and settled on her hip, fingers stretching to the curve of her backside. “I slept great. Did you?” I froze. “Oh shit, did I kick you in the night?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?” Beryl chuckled, smoothing a hand up my chest.

My ears fluttered yet again. “Um, no reason. I just, uh, fidget a lot in my sleep. I think.”

Agma had said it was more like sleeping next to a dreaming dog, but I didn’t particularly want to put that image in Beryl’s head.

“Pretty sure you didn’t kick me, but I’m a heavy sleeper anyway.” Beryl cupped my face and gave it a gentle tug. “Come here.”

I ducked my head willingly, fingers tightening on her hip when our lips met in a soft kiss. But I lived up to the nickname she’d given me, because I couldn’t stop myself from coaxing her lips open so I could dip my tongue inside and taste her properly. I shoved away the sudden worry about morning breath, because, well, Beryl would have it too, and I didn’t give a shit. Hopefully she didn’t either.

The house was quiet except for the sound of us kissing, which did nothing to calm my erection. I found the hand on her hip sliding inward, slowly, until I could rake my claws through the curls between her legs.