Page 29 of Steve's Barmaid
But that wasn’t what I wanted with Steve.
I pulled back and studied him. “Do you want to stop? I know all of this is new.”
“I would love to keep going if you are comfortable.” He shifted so I could feel his erection lining up with the juncture of my thighs.
Without another word, I yanked my tunic over my head and tossed it aside. I leaned back with my arms supporting me so Steve could get a good look. He devoured my chest with his eyes before snapping them back up to my face. If I ever had any doubts that my tits would have the same effect on an orc as they did on a man, those were gone.
“Do you like what you see?” I teased.
“I, er, they’re amazing,” he said, hands twitching at his sides as if they were going to reach out and grab me involuntarily. “But why are they tied up?”
“When you have tits this big, you have to wear something to carry them,” I said as his eyes dipped back down to my chest. “Otherwise, they’re a pain.”
I was a size triple-D, if not more, back home, but it turns out bras don’t exist in Niflheim, and I was abducted in my pajamas. The tailor in town very awkwardly but kindly made some of us bigger girls bandeau-style bras that… mostly worked.
“I could carry them for you,” Steve said earnestly.
“Just walk around behind me all day, arms wrapped around me, holding my boobs up?” I laughed.
“That actually sounds great.” He said, eying my still-covered chest unabashedly.
I loved that we could talk and joke while being incredibly turned on. I leaned forward and undid the bandeau’s tie, tossing it aside with my shirt. “Why don’t we just see if you like the feel of them for now?”
Steve’s eyes were as wide saucers as he saw my exposed breasts. I wouldn’t be surprised if drool started slipping from his mouth.
“I can touch you?” he gasped.
“I wish you would.” My voice dipped low.
Instead of grabbing a handful, as I expected, he traced the slope of my breast to the tip of my hardened nipple with a single gentle finger. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No, you’re keeping me plenty warm.”
He cupped my breast, feeling the weight of it, before flicking his thumb across my nipple. I arched into his touch.
“So you like it when I touch your nipples?” he asked, gently rolling the pointed tip between his thumb and forefinger.
“Mmm,” was all I could get out as he added his other hand. It felt like an electric zing straight from my nipple down to my core.
“Can I kiss you here?” he asked, kneading my flesh. All I could manage was a jerky nod.
Steve licked his lips before kissing his way from my collarbone down to the valley of my breasts. He dragged his tongue from my sternum to one of my nipples before closing his lips around it and sucking. Oh, Steve was a fast learner, and it was going to kill me. The feeling of his hot lips and textured tongue toying with my nipple had pleasure radiating out of me. I wanted more of him.
I slipped a hand between us and rubbed his hardened length through his pants with the heel of my balm. Steve’s body tensed, and he let out a low moan. I felt my insides clench as I wondered if he would fit. I shook myself. It was too soon for that. We said we were going to take this slow. No sex tonight. I couldn’t do that to Steve. He had no experience. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t show him other things.
He groaned against my chest as I continued to stroke him up and down through his pants.
“May I?” I asked.
“Mmmph,” was the only response I got as he switched his attention from one nipple to the other.
I brought my other hand between us and loosened his pants before dipping my hand inside. I gripped his cock, sliding my hand up and down. I felt Steve tense underneath me as I explored. This was definitely an orc cock, based on Piper’s description. I felt a textured pattern along the length. I needed to see more.
“Can you help me out here?” I whined, trying to pull at the laces of his pants.
“You want to see my cock?” Steve’s eyes were hooded with want, but he chewed his lip.
