Page 71 of Steve's Barmaid
For our first time around, I settled for a simple French braid; I could get more creative as time went on. I plaited his hair easily, having grown up with sisters. As I finished, I looked at him and admired his profile.
“A mated male,” I said, “No one will doubt it.”
STEVE
Once Billie finished braiding my hair, I pulled her into my lap. I kissed every inch of her face, stopping with the tip of her nose. She said nothing but gave a happy sigh and snuggled into me further. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her as close to me as our bodies would allow. Having her braid my hair felt like a surreal finish to our evening. However, there was one tiny doubt in the back of my mind.
“Was that—was that okay?” I knew all signs pointed toward her enjoying herself, but I was still new at this. I wanted to make sure I checked in with her.
I felt, more than heard, her chuckle as she wrapped her arms around me.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I have never once had to stop a partner midway to get me a glass of water because I was panting so hard.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“So you aren’t sad about being shackled to an inexperienced half-orc like me?” I said, voicing my lingering concern.
“Not at all. I am excited to experience everything new with you—maybe we’ll find some new favorites I haven’t tried,” she said, grinding her hips into mine.
“Hey, enough of that, we need sleep,” I admonished her gently—not really minding at all.
She sighed.“I suppose you are right. And I would rather sleep in the bed than on a stone floor.”
Bill rolled out of my lap and found clothes and towels in a chest on one of the chamber walls. I cleaned her gently with warm water before cleaning myself, tossing the cloths aside. I stood over her, smiling. I bent down and scooped her up, dragging her back to the bed. Before joining her, I pulled the covers up to her neck, ensuring she was comfortably wrapped in blankets. I climbed in behind her, wrapping myself around her, thinking there was nothing better than being curled around my Billie.
We made love two more times in the early morning, slowly, languidly, barely awake, savoring each other. It was almost midday when we woke again, both in need of another dip in the pools. And fresh blankets.
“Shall we bathe?” Billie asked.
“Probably for the best.”
“Hey, hey, we need to clean up. We can’t keep starting more.”
“Fine,” I reluctantly agreed, standing and heading toward the springs.
Billie followed me, curls in complete disarray from our activities. I loved it. We slipped into the hot pools and started cleaning ourselves, deliberately staying on opposite sides of the pool so we would actually get clean and not end up fucking on the edge of the spring again.
“So does today count as day one?” Billie asked, soaping up her hair.
“Yes, only day one” I said, eying her mischievously.
“So we get two more whole days?” She grinned.
We spent our entire time in the caverns, napping, fucking, talking, making our way through all the food Runa had carefully packed for us. It was all I had ever dreamt of, and I was sad to see it come to an end. Billie could tell.
“Hey, nothing has to change,” she said, stroking my face. “We’ll move into the bar, work late into the evenings and fuck in the early morning light.”
“That sounds like a life I could fall in love with,” I whispered
“Well, it is a life I look forward to.” She pulled me in for a kiss.
It was late in the afternoon. We could fit in one more round before going to bed early to return to the tribe. I kissed Billie earnestly, making my meaning clear.
“Oh, are we going to go again?” she asked, voice sultry.
“Only if you are up for it,” I responded.
I could fuck Billie day in and out, but I knew she was much smaller, more delicate than I was.
“I can definitely do one more round before heading home,” she said, swinging a leg over me.
