Berries and Greed

Beryl shivered, wrapping her arms around my neck as her thighs parted. My breath caught, fingers flexing with the intense, almost overwhelming urge to slide them lower and cup her pussy. To skim them up and down and feel how wet I could make her. To play with her clit until it got stiff and swollen, and I could swoop down and suck it—

“Greid.”

Beryl’s breathless voice made my eyes pop open as she broke the kiss. Her gaze was heavy again, but not with sleep this time. Groaning in desperation, I lunged for her neck and started making my way down it with feverish kisses.

“Can I touch you?” I shifted my hand and felt my fingertip skim over the top of her cleft. “Please?” I added in a croak, hunching my back so my lips could reach her chest.

“Yeah. Yes.” She parted her legs wider, fingers clenching tight in my hair as I reached a nipple and swirled my tongue around it.

Sucking her nipple into my mouth with a moan, I awkwardly shifted a little lower on the bed so my spine wasn’t in danger of snapping in half. As I finally dipped my hand lower to cup her pussy, my tail thumped restlessly against the mattress and Beryl let out a chuckle. It quickly cut off as her breath caught when I slid my fingers between her folds, being very, very careful of my claws. I almost lifted my head to apologise for them or to, I don’t know, tell her I’d go cut them all off real quick, but fear that she’d get freaked out and make me stop kept me quiet. She knew I had them. And I’d rather gnaw off my own hands than ever hurt her.

But fuck, she was so soft here. At least I didn’t have to worry about hurting her inside, because I knew she wouldn’t want me to actually put my fingers inside her. That eased my anxiety, allowing me to relax and enjoy what I was doing. Touching Beryl. Hearing her gaspy little moans as her nipple pebbled against my tongue and my fingers carefully smoothed her wetness up to her clit. I didn’t linger on it for too long yet, wanting to give her time to catch up and get into it. I’d kind of sprung this on her as soon as she woke up, unable to stop myself from pleading to touch her.

Instead, I kept gliding my fingers up and down until she was completely slick, until her pussy was hot and slippery under my hand. My cock pulsed, leaking all over the stupid onesie bunched between us, which was simultaneously keeping my anxiety over hurting her at bay and frustrating the shit out of me, because my brain was shutting off and all I wanted was to rub my dick against any part of her I could to get some relief.

The super-soft fabric did feel kind of nice, though. Shit, maybe I could actually come like this. But then I might develop a kink for humping my onesie, and that would probably be a little weird. Or maybe I could just buy a third secret shame onesie that—

“Fuck. There.” Beryl’s gasp snapped me back to the present. One of her hands left my hair to shoot down and grab my wrist, keeping my hand in place with my fingertips pressed lightly against her clit. “There, Greid.”

“Okay,” I whispered obediently, even though, I mean, that had been my plan anyway. But hearing her direct me, even in that tiny way, made me a thousand times hornier.

“Good boy,” she breathed, knees falling open wider and hips arching up against my hand. Okay, make that a million times hornier. “That feels so good, Greid. Don’t stop.”

Like fuck was I going to stop. I made slow, slippery circles over her clit with my fingertips as I nuzzled her stiff, wet nipple, before making my way over to the one I’d neglected so far. Beryl moaned, one hand clenching my hair tight, the other still gripping my wrist.

“Faster,” she panted, drawing her knees up to plant her feet on the mattress and thrust against my hand.

A helpless groan left me as I let her nipple pop free from my mouth so I could tilt my head and sneakily look down the length of her body. The comforter had lifted with her knees, giving me an unimpeded view of what I was doing. My fingers looked unfathomably dark against her pale skin, gleaming with her wetness. Her pussy was spread wide, soft and pink and swollen, making me start to pant, my tongue almost lolling out of my mouth with the desire to lick her there again.

“Fuck.” I stroked her clit faster just like she’d ordered. But as much as I loved her telling me what to do, a part of me also kind of wanted to show her that I was capable of making her feel good all on my own. I may have preferred her taking the lead and bossing me around, but I did know what I was doing.

After gliding my fingers down to get them even slicker, I settled the tips of my middle finger and thumb either side of her clit until I could feel the stiff root of it. Then I stroked, gently squeezing, and wanted to grin in triumph when Beryl started to shake.

“Oh my god,” she choked out, fingers clawing at my wrist as she stiffened up. “What…? Greid—”