Berries and Greed

“Beryl!” He was gasping for breath between laughs, trying to dislodge all the blankets so he could get away. I wasn’t even holding the piece of lettuce anymore, having no idea where it was, but neither of us seemed to care.

Greid ended up flat on his back along the length of the couch as I sat on one of his thighs to keep his legs from flailing. Cackling, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the armrest either side of his head.

“Ha!” I grinned down at him in triumph, then blinked. “Oh shit, where’s the lettuce?”

Greid let out a last gurgle of laughter, his chest heaving, then tried to move one of his wrists and finally seemed to realise I had him pinned. His breath caught, wide eyes darting up to mine. Something in that look made me go still. It was like I could see the sudden shift in his mood.

And then he kind of… melted. He went totally lax beneath me, eyes growing hooded and lips parting around his shallow breaths. Shallow, excited breaths, I realised, noticing his dilated pupils and the way his face spikes were flexing languidly around his hairline.

His long fingers twitched on either side of his head, but he made absolutely no attempt to break his wrists free from my hold, even though he could have overpowered me easily. Laughably easily.

But he didn’t. He lay there in total submission. Not moving. Just waiting to see what I would do.

Arousal throbbed through me, chasing away the last of the fading cramps in my womb. And before I fully knew what I was doing, I lunged down and crushed my mouth to his.

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Beryl

Greid froze, before letting out a plaintive moan and kissing me back with desperation. My belly lurched with pleasure, especially when his thigh flexed between my legs and pressed briefly against my pussy.

Oh god. I moaned into his mouth, arousal rushing over me in a wave. But I needed more. More pressure. Releasing his wrists, I frantically hitched up my stupid onesie and clambered up to straddle his waist, still kissing him feverishly, unable to stop.

Our lips parted, tongues meeting in a rush. Greid’s breath hitched, hands finally lifting from the armrest to tangle through my hair, long fingers clutching the strands tight. I pressed my hips down, and both of us moaned when my pussy came into contact with something big—really big—and hard through layers of fabric.

Greid made a garbled sound into my mouth when I rocked my hips. I forced myself to go still, breaking the kiss to stare down at him, already panting.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked hoarsely.

“No,” he breathed straight away. “Please.”

I crushed my mouth back to his, immediately thrusting my tongue inside. My hips started rocking again, clit pulsing as it rubbed against the clean pad, which was quickly growing slick. I could almost feel his cock throbbing, but god, there were too many fucking layers between us. At least the blankets had been shoved aside during our tussle, but Greid’s onesie was frustratingly thick, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear my mouth away from his and sit back to shove it out of the way.

I didn’t need to anyway, I realised, my breaths quickening as I ground my hot pussy against his trapped cock. Breaking the kiss to suck in some air, I looked down between our bodies and felt my eyes bulge when I saw the enormous outline of his cock through the fabric of his onesie. Christ, that had to stretch way past his bellybutton.

Greid was panting beneath me, tiny sounds escaping him as his hands trembled in my hair. I was hot and flushed all over as I lifted my head to look at him, chest tightening when I saw the desperate, pleading look in his eyes.

“Beryl,” he croaked.

I kissed him again, cupping his face and grinding my hips harder and faster. He moaned helplessly into my mouth, hips twitching as he tried to keep them still. I had no idea if he’d be able to come from this—I was rubbing against the base of his cock, the rest left untouched—but suddenly, I didn’t care. Because I was about to come from this.

“Greid,” I gasped against his mouth, our kiss growing messy as the tingling throb in my clit began to spread, heat racing through my lower body. I bucked my hips faster and faster, unable to stop, no longer kissing him, instead just panting into his mouth. “Fuck, Greid—”

Bliss exploded, making my head crane back as I cried out, my hips jerking hard with every throb of my clit. Everything was hot and wet, my entire body sweating beneath my clothes, the heat between us searing from the friction of our bodies rubbing together.

I shuddered as the pleasure began to fade, seeking out Greid’s mouth again and moaning into it in utter relief. He was shaking beneath me, breaths hitching as his tongue thrust feverishly into my mouth.

He broke the kiss, panting and clutching my hair with trembling fingers as he gazed up at me, eyes desperate. “C-Can I—”