Page 28 of Steve's Barmaid
My heart was practically beating out of my chest. Not only did Billie want to kiss me, she was asking me if I was okay with it. I was definitely okay. I was so okay that I felt my pulse under every inch of my skin. She got up on her knees so we were at eye level and leaned in close.
“We’re going to take it slow,” she said, stroking her hand down my arm. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like or that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
At this point, my skin was on fire with the sensation of her touch and the anticipation of whatever she was going to do—I didn’t care what it was. She placed her hands on both my shoulders and made eye contact one last time before leaning in. She brushed her lips against mine gently, almost hesitantly. They were soft. So soft. I wasn’t sure what to do with my mouth, so I remained still. She pressed her lips against mine again, this time more firmly, before slipping her tongue out and dragging it across my bottom lip. Suddenly, I needed more. Billie’s lips on mine made me feel like it was just the two of us, learning each other, cherishing each other.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BILLIE
Imoved my hands away from Steve’s shoulders, threading my fingers through his soft waves as I leaned into him. I’d thought maybe the tusks would feel weird, but they were just part of him. As I dragged my tongue across his lower lip, he seemed to realize there was more to kissing than just pressing your lips together. At first, he started to lick my lips and then my cheeks. I giggled.
“No, no, keep it to lips for now. We can lick other places later.” I grinned.
I pressed my lips against his again, gently pulling at his lower lip with my teeth. He opened for me, and I slowly started to explore his mouth with my tongue. He let out a low groan as our tongues started to stroke each other. I tightened my grip on his hair and attempted to shift closer to him but was blocked by how he was seated. He was getting the hang of this, and I wanted more. His textured tongue was unexpected but felt incredible against mine.
I pulled back to look at him. His hooded eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
“Can we—” I faltered. “I want to be closer to you.”
Without a word, he picked me up as if I weighed nothing and placed me in his lap, my legs slung over his hips while he sat cross-legged.
“Is this okay?” he asked, voice husky.
“I’m not crushing you?” I asked, skeptical. He was taking my whole weight on his thighs.
“You barely weigh a thing,” he said, sliding his hands up and down my sides from where he had lifted me. “Can we try that again?”
“Oh, do you like kissing?” I asked with a smirk.
He didn’t respond, instead pulling me towards him. Our lips met again, and this time, he was much less hesitant. He explored my mouth with his rough tongue, leaving no inch of me undevoured. My mouth was his for the taking, and I could feel heat beginning to pool in my core as he attempted to devour me. I broke away from him and caught a definite look of disappointment before I started kissing down his neck.
“You kiss other places?” he asked, sounding astonished. “You said no licking yet!”
“You can kiss anywhere,” I whispered into his ear before gently biting the lobe.
I felt him gasp, “Does this feel good?”
“This is… incredible,” he said breathlessly. “Can I kiss you more places, too?”
“Of course.” I continued to kiss up and down his neck.
To my surprise, he planted several small kisses across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose.
“I love these little spots,” he said, touching my cheeks where the freckles would be. “What are they?”
“They are freckles.” I laughed. “I’m quite fond of them myself, but I’ve never had someone want to kiss them.”
“I want to kiss you more,” he said, dragging his lips down my neck like I had kissed his. He stopped as he reached my collarbone and licked up the column of my neck, stopping with a gentle nip of my ear, the way I had. He pulled back.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured, voice filled with need.
I pulled myself closer to him as I kissed down his neck again. As I continued, I felt a telltale bulge start to swell beneath my ass. Oh, he really liked kissing. The question of whether his cock would be more orkin or more human flitted across my mind. Whichever, it was large. I ground my hips down, letting him know I liked the feeling of his cock pressing into me. His hands slid lower down my back and he paused.
“Is this still okay?” he asked.
“Please” was all I said before taking him by the mouth again.
I hadn’t had a solid makeout session in a long time. Most guys were too focused on the end goal to realize that foreplay was just as important. Steve’s fingers dug into my ass, massaging me through my pants. We continued kissing as I ground into his lap, sucking on his lower lip. I felt like a horny teenager and couldn’t keep my hands off him. I ran them up and down his muscled back as I learned the inside of his mouth. I needed more. But was this too much for a first date with an inexperienced guy like Steve? I had no problems hopping into bed on the first date in the past.
