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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—”
She cut herself off with a cry, spine arching off the bed as her legs quaked. I groaned at the feel of her clit pulsing between my fingers, swooping down to feverishly suck her nipple while she came. When her hips started twitching with sensitivity on every stroke, I cupped her slippery pussy and shuddered, almost coming into the onesie.
Beryl’s chest was heaving as she collapsed back onto the bed. Giving her nipple one last lick, I lifted my head and gazed down at her. Dazed eyes slowly blinked once at the ceiling before shifting to me. She stared up at me, pink lips parted in a little O, then lunged.
I found myself flat on my back, breathing fast as Beryl clambered unsteadily between my legs and ripped away the bunched-up onesie. My dick pulsed on my stomach, almost agonisingly hard. I gulped, clutching the sheets as she wrapped both hands around the unbarbed base and tilted it up before sinking her mouth over the leaking head.
“F-f-fuck.” My thighs quaked as they fell open wider, tail sliding restlessly over the mattress between my legs. I made an embarrassing sound when Beryl dropped one hand to cup my balls, but then she reached over and patted the sheets until she found my hand.
Lifting her mouth from my cockhead, she urged me to curl my fingers around the top half of my dick. “Be a good boy and stroke yourself for me.”
“Nnngh.” I obeyed, naturally, my eyes wide as I watched her pink tongue swirl over the head of my cock before she gave it a filthy wet kiss.
She returned her hand to my balls, squeezing gently before her fingers crept lower. My hips tilted automatically, legs shaking wildly and chest heaving as I tried not to get too overwhelmed with all the sensations so quickly. Especially because I was pretty sure I’d come instantly if she—
“Oh fuck.” My hand tightened around my dick as her fingertips circled my asshole. The barbs abrading my palm made me shudder with pleasure, and I could feel my cock getting even stiffer in my fist as Beryl slurped on the head with abandon, moaning as if she was enjoying this as much as I was. Which was not fucking possible.
“B-Beryl.” My balls were hugging the base of my shaft, which pulsed under her fingers. I had, like, seconds left before I exploded, but she hadn’t said I could. Which made the frustration even fucking better. I wanted to wait for her permission. I wanted her to order me to come.
“Nngh, Beryl,” I panted again, body locking up and starting to shake. “C-can I—”
“Come for me, Greid.” She gave me a mischievous grin, then stuck out her tongue so the head of my cock rested on it, sliding against the slippery muscle as I jerked my cock recklessly fast, desperate to come.
My hand bumped hers as she squeezed the base of my cock, but then she let go to cup my balls, her other hand still rubbing my hole in tight circles. I stiffened, clutching at the sheets, my fist flying up and down my dick, before letting out a strained shout as I started shooting long lines of dark cum over her pink tongue and to the back of her throat.
Beryl moaned, gently squeezing my sac to milk every drop from me as my body shook and my cock throbbed in my fist. After one final spurt, I sagged into the mattress with a long groan, fighting the urge to immediately go back to sleep.
Tiny aftershocks of pleasure zinged through me as Beryl smoothed her palms up and down my inner thighs, massaging the trembling muscles. She gave the head of my dick a sweet kiss before sitting up. Exhaling a shaky breath, I lifted my head to peer down at her, my softening cock twitching at the sight of her naked between my legs.
“You okay?” she asked with a teasing smile, still running her small hands up and down my thighs.
“Yeah,” I croaked dazedly, then went still as I realised something. “Oh shit, was I meant to stay quiet? Sorry, I can—”
I stopped myself, not quite sure how I’d been planning to finish that sentence. I can let you make me come again but this time I won’t make any noise? Well, I mean, if Beryl was up for that…
“No.” She grinned up at me. “I didn’t tell you to stay quiet that time.”
Climbing over my leg, she knee-walked up the bed until she could lean down and kiss me. “You were so good for me, Greid,” she murmured against my mouth, making my cock start trying to get hard again.
My ears fluttered as I cleared my throat. “Th-thanks,” I said, suddenly feeling shy. But amazing at the same time. I’d made Beryl happy. That was literally the best feeling in the world.
