Page 41 of Steve's Barmaid
“How would you feel if they were bouncing up and down in front of you while I rode your cock?” I asked.
“Is that an option?” His voice went up an octave.
“Yes, that is very much an option.” I bit my lower lip, thinking of everything Steve would find completely overwhelming. I relished in being the one to show him all the options
I swung one leg over his waist so I was straddling him, his cocked trapped between us. I felt a twinge of nerves. He waslarge,larger than anyone I’d ever been with. And I still didn’t really know what to make of the knot. Piper didn’t seem to have complaints about it. Or about Agnarr’s size, so. I slid my wet folds up and down his cock without taking him in. He felt good. Really good. I adjusted my movements so I could watch his reactions. Between the enthusiastic oral he’d performed and the fact that I was already wet and ready to go again, it didn’t take long for me to feel like I was on a Slip ’N Slide—a braided textured Slip ’N Slide.
Steve groaned and puffed out a breath. “Is this—are we having sex?”
It took all my might not to laugh. “No, Steve, I was just making sure I was wet enough to take you. You are quite large.”
“But that felt so good,” he said, surprised.
“Well, yes, that does feel good. But I promise sex will feel better.” I leaned in and kissed him deeply. “Imagine thrusting your cock in and out of me, rubbing all your amazing ridges into me. I am dripping just thinking about it. And you’re forgetting my only experience thus far has been with human cocks. They don’t come this large, and they don’t come with the extra bells and whistles.” I gasped as I felt his ridges run up and down me.
Steve’s jaw hung open in shock, brows raised. He looked like I had just simultaneously given him all of Santa’s Christmas presents. For a second, I worried he might pass out.
Finally, he asked, “Bells and whistles?” faintly.
“Some of this may be new for you, but a lot of it is new for me, too. Human cocks don’t have ridges or swirls or a… knot? That’s what it is called, right?” I asked.
“Yes, it is called a knot. It will lock us together, trapping my cum inside, making it more likely for …” he trailed off.
“More likely for me to get pregnant. I get it, but as I explained while you were staring at my tits, I am on birth control. So you can fill me with every ounce of cum that you want, and I still won’t get pregnant.” Even though I had no desire to get pregnant, the idea of him stuffing me full of his cum made me giddy with pleasure. I wanted all of it. Gallons of cum. In the past, I’d had partners with condoms or partners that came on my stomach or back—but this was going to be my first time having someone come inside me.
The look Steve gave me was almost feral. I lifted myself up on my knees and grabbed his cock between us. It was sticky and so warm. I slid the head of his cock up and down my slit, enjoying the surprised look on his face.
“Are you ready?” I breathed, notching his large head at my entrance.
Silent, vigorous nodding.Was I ready?
I slowly started to sink down on him. I gasped as his cock breached me. There was far more pressure than I expected, and he was already stretching me. I placed my hands on his shoulders and continued to press down further, determined to swallow him up. I took a deep, shuddering breath as I felt him slide further in. He looked down at where we were joined and then up at me in shock. I stroked his face and kissed him.
“Is this good?” I asked.
“I—you’re so tight and wet, and you’ve only barely taken part of me. I can’t imagine it getting any better. What if I don’t fit?” He looked panicked.
I could feel his taut muscles beneath me, trying to hold back from thrusting up.
“We will fit, I promise. Women’s bodies are miraculous things.” And just as I stopped thinking about the stretch and pinch, I slid down further. “Kiss me, pinch my nipples. It will help me loosen.”
Steve didn’t need further encouragement. He dove down and sucked onto one of my nipples like a starving man. He laved and sucked at one until he came off with a pop and switched over to the other. I fisted my fingers in his hair to pull him closer to me while he aggressively sucked each one of my breasts. I could feel ribbons of pleasure shooting out from where he had my nipple gently clamped in between his teeth. I groaned and felt myself slip further down his cock.
Steve looked down between us to see I had taken more than half of him. He felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My body couldn’t decide if it was too much or not enough. I slowly rose and sank back down to see how it would feel. I let out a gasp. I was right about those ridges. They felt incredible dragging along my tight channel. I rose and slid back down again, this time earning a groan from Steve. I locked eyes with him as he dragged his hands all over my back and sides, stopping to pluck at my nipples, pulling me closer and closer as if he wanted to become one with me.
“Is this okay?” I asked. This was his first time, after all, I wanted to make sure he was comfortable.
“I think life-altering would be more accurate,” he groaned, stroking his warm fingers up and down my spine before pulling me in for a kiss. He sucked on each of my lips before slipping his tongue inside. This was a hungry, greedy kiss.
I stopped thinking about him fitting inside me and the mechanics of everything for just a moment and kissed him just as greedily. I tangled my tongue with his before lightly biting hislower lip. He wrapped his arms around me tighter as if trying to consume me. He delved his tongue into my mouth, and I whimpered at the onslaught of sensation. For someone who had only been kissing for two days, Steve was amazing at it. I lost myself in his kiss, and then I felt myself sink further and further, until our thighs finally met. I was completely seated on his lap and had taken almost his entire cock, still sitting just above his knot. But I was determined. I had never felt stuffed so full in my life. I felt every ridge, braid, and vein that spread across his cock. I let out a whimper.
“Is it too much?” Steve asked, stroking my cheek. I could tell by his tense thighs that he wanted to thrust upwards but was waiting for my response.
I breathed through my nose. “Not too much, just let me control the pace for a bit?”
“Of course,” he said eagerly.
I pulled myself up on my knees, him sliding almost entirely out of me before I sank back down. Oh, that felt incredible. I repeated the motion again, keeping my eyes on Steve. His gaze went from astonished to dreamy with lust as I set the pace: slow but measured, sliding him almost all the way out, then sinking back down on him. As I grew wetter and was able to accommodate him more easily, I picked the pace up, rising up and then slamming back down on him. I was hot and slick. Steve’s hands and lips were everywhere as I raised and lowered myself. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me. He settled on digging his fingers deeply into my hips and panting into my ear as he kissed and nibbled my lobe. Sweat formed at my temples, and my thighs burned, but he felt so good that I didn’t care. I ratcheted up my pace, causing a squelching slurping noise every time he slid in and out of me. Pleasure pooled in my core as he filled me again and again.
