Page 17 of Bread By the Grim
Eventually, he decides to move away from my neck, his lips latching onto a nipple as his hand makes its way down my hip. I spread my legs to grant him access, and he slowly, gently works a finger inside me as his thumb brushes my clit.
“You’re way too sweet,” I manage to get out, turning my body toward him so I can press my aching pussy against his cock. “I need you, Grim, right now…please.” I grind myself against him, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
His lips crash against mine as he rolls us so I’m under him again. I wrap my legs around him and reach for his cock, guiding him where I want him to go.
I expect him to be more of a get-to-the-point kind of a guy, but he takes his time, letting me adjust to each inch of him as he slowly slides into me.
He leans down and kisses me before he begins tomove, first on the lips and then on the forehead. I open my eyes to see him watching me, waiting perhaps, for me to open my eyes before he slowly pulls out.
For all the green fur that dusts his entire body, everything about Grim is so strangely human.
We really need to talk about his shift. He seems to be so freaked out by it.We have to talk about it. I need to bring it up. I need to remember…
But all my thoughts are lost to Grim and his body, his eyes on me as he works up a slow and steady rhythm between us.
“Pull your knees up a bit,” he whispers as he drops closer to me. Immediately, I can feel the difference as his cock brushes my clit with each rock of his hips.
He feels absolutely amazing, and any thoughts of hard or difficult conversations leave my mind as he slowly brings me closer and closer to another perfect orgasm once again.
He braces himself on either side of my head, his face pressed into my neck as he rocks faster and faster into me. I want to touch all of him and hold him at the same time, but I settle on running a hand down the soft fur along his spine. There’s no sign now of the ridges that were there just a few hours ago. It’s just a normal spine, albeit a bit hairier.
With the other hand, I press his head to my neck. It seems to get him even more excited—immediatelyhe’s moving faster—and all I can do is hang onto him as the orgasm takes over, filling me with heat. Grim breathes my name, almost a moan on his lips as his own release comes.
He exhales and then relaxes gently on top of me, the full weight of him pressing me to the bed.
There are no words, just the soft sounds of our breathing, shallow and quick, in the silence.
I don’t want to move. I just want to be in the moment forever.
“These are the kinds of things I daydreamed about. Our naked bodies pressed together in bed…being curled up with you,” I tell him.
“And how is the reality of it all?” he asks, a half smile on his face as he brushes the hair that has fallen in my eyes.
“Pretty darn perfect.”
Chapter 10
Phil
It’s too early to talk about what we are, but his promise to never leave me with blue balls is definitely one he keeps. We can’t keep our hands off each other, which makes five o’clock—closing time—the absolute best part of the day.
Normally, it had been a time I’d drag out trying to come up with excuses to be near Grim for just a little longer. Now it has become a race to my bed.
“I cannot wait any longer to be inside you,” Grim says as he peels his own clothes off with each step he takes toward the bed. Working the morning shift gives me an advantage, I’m always naked and ready for him at five. He practically dives onto the bed and lands on top of me, his nose against my neck, his cock hard against my thigh.
I don’t make him wait. One day, we won’t be this needy for each other, but right now I plan on takingadvantage of every second of this feeling. I move to the side, and he slips inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. It’s the most satisfying feeling, his body against mine, his cock inside me. I wrap my legs around him and urge him with my hips to move.
I know some people think getting into routines with sex is boring, but this routine is my absolute favorite. Every workday for the past two weeks, Grim has come downstairs and gone straight to fucking me senseless. When we both finish–and he always makes sure I finish every time–he cleans us up, goes upstairs, makes us dinner, and brings it back down for us to eat in bed.
We spend the rest of our evenings after dinner going much slower, taking our time with each other, and talking in between. It’s only the end of the night that leaves me with any doubts about this relationship. I have early mornings, so I’m usually passed out by seven, eight at the latest, but even on my nights off, he always insists on being out of here before midnight. Midnight to dawn is when he can’t stop from shifting into his “gremlin,” so he casts a spell he convinced a witch named Darla he knew back in his hometown to create for him. The spell keeps him from being a danger to others until dawn, when he returns to normal.
His explanation of his nightly routine is so full of shame and embarrassment that I don’t attempt to pry any further. There will be time later to see what Ican do to make him more comfortable about sharing that part of himself. For now, I will take all that he’s willing to give.
At 5:07, it doesn’t take much urging to get Grim to move faster. I honestly don’t know how he even gets through the last half hour of the day. He must adjust himself a million times because he’s always ready to go. Tonight is no exception. My nails are deep in his back as he pounds away, the sound of our flesh making contact over and over again driving me wild.
There’s always this strange desire in me to pull him closer, drive him deeper. He loves to bury his head in my neck, and so I pull him close, and press his nose against the artery that runs close to the top of my skin. I know it doesn’t make things easier for him physically, but instead of complaining, it seems to inspire him. He begins to move faster, the usual groans turning into something else—hisses, maybe?
It’s hard for me to focus on them entirely until he cums, and I reach for him, to pull him even closer still. His whole body shakes as the bed underneath us gets wetter and wetter. He lets out a growl, and I gasp as my hands hit what I’ve only felt once before—ridges growing along his spine.
