Page 70 of Steve's Barmaid
He headed to the edge of the pool while I kissed up and down his neck. Steve reached the bench and settled with my knees on either side of his hips. I reached down and stroked his cock up and down again, slipping a thumb over his tip. I pulled him toward me, rubbing his cock in circles around my clit, but it wasn’t enough.
“Are you ready to go again?” I whispered into his ear while dragging my fingers along the underside of his cockhead.
“I think that’s fairly obvious,” he gasped as I wrapped my hand firmly around his knot, squeezing it.
I notched him at my core and slowly began to slide down. I knew that water could mess with natural lubricant, so I didn’t want to ram myself down on him immediately. I slowly slid down his length, feeling him breach each layer of me as I settled myself deeper. When I felt myself hit his knot, I let out a gasp. I was stuffed so full I could feel every ridge and pattern of his cock. I breathed in through my nose, readying myself to take all of him. I pulled him in for a kiss, hoping to loosen myself up by touching him in other ways. I tugged on his lower lip withmy teeth, causing him to open up for me. Our tongues tangled together, learning each other, all while he was buried deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing me to sink down even deeper. I felt his knot press against my core and couldn’t hold out any longer.
I slid off him almost completely before slamming my hips down into his, taking all but the knot, which pressed against my lower lips. I gasped at the way he filled me. This wasn’t the vague fullness I was used to. I could feel every ridge, vein, and texture of Steve’s cock. The fact that this was the sex I had just signed onto for life was at the forefront of my mind. Steve gripped my hips, taking control. He slid me up and down off his marvelous cock, my tits bouncing in front of him.
“Billie,” he gasped, “I need more.”
He wanted to go deeper. Thinking quickly, I grabbed one of the towels, laid it next to the pool, and then got on my hands and knees.
“Here,” I said, “take me here.”
Steve scrambled out of the water and joined me on the towel, where I was ready, on my hands and knees. He took no time finding my weeping slit and dragging his cock up and down it.
“Stop toying with me and fuck me like you mean it,” I ground out, ready to have Steve fill me completely.
He stopped teasing my clit and lined his cock up at my entrance. He pressed in slowly, causing me to gasp at each inch he pressed further in. I spread my legs wider, leaning on my forearms to give him better access. His warm hands massaged my ass cheeks, pulling me wider to accommodate him.
“Fuck, Steve, you feel so good,” I gasped as he continued to bury himself in me.
He continued to massage my ass cheeks as he slid in even deeper.
“You feel—incredible,” he said, breathing through his nose.
I could tell it was taking all of his willpower not to ram into me completely. He inched in further and further until I felt his knot graze the lips of my pussy. He wrapped himself around me, pressing his chest to my back.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Mmm… Your cock is amazing,” I moaned.
Steve grasped each of my hips with his enormous hands and started to thrust in and out of me at a slow, steady pace. I felt pleasure spider out from my core until I could barely hold myself up, having to drop down from my forearms and lay on the towel as he pushed in and out of me methodically. Every thrust felt as if it unleashed something deeper within me, and it wasn’t long before I was panting Steve’s name.
“Steve! Fuck. Harder! Fuck me harder!” I screamed as he pumped steadily in and out of me.
I felt his thick fingers dig deeper into my hips as he ratcheted up the pace, thrusting in and out of me with all he had. Having come multiple times over, it wasn’t long before I was able to take his knot. Spreading my lower lips wide, he slid in with a pop and out as he continued to thrust. I was on sensory overload and didn’t know how to respond. I was panting at the onslaught of sensation. I felt myself building toward a climax, but it was too soon. I wasn’t ready to be done. I wanted to savor this with Steve. I let my head rest on the towel as he continued to pump in and out of me, loving every moment. I relaxed into Steve, enjoying the drag of his cock against my channel. He felt exquisite, and it took all my willpower not to barrel toward my climax immediately. As Steve stroked in and out of me, he arched over me, grasping one of my breasts in his hand. It was almost too much to bear; I was panting so much that I needed water.
“Water, I need water,” I gasped.
Steve slid out of me and brought a cup out of nowhere so I could gulp down some hydration. I tossed the cup aside ashe crouched over me again, dipping into me seamlessly. He continued his steady stroking in and out, increasing his pace as he approached his finish. My entire body felt as if it was a live wire that he stroked back and forth with each thrust. I locked down on him, swept up in the crescendo of pleasure. I came and came screaming his name. How did every time feel better than the last? I felt like a wrung-out sponge, completely lifeless.
Finally, I felt Steve take one final plunge, taking me as deep as he could, pushing his knot deep into me. He exploded ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of me as I fell face-first into the towel. I treasured that he was the only one to ever come inside me as I felt my insides gush with his hot cum. He guided me down to our sides so we could lay locked together. Steve wrapped his much larger frame around me as he continued to pulse inside me. My heart was beating so rapidly, and my breath was coming so fast it would take me a minute to come down from the high. I was going to need to be better about hydration if this is what sex was going to be like.
After some time, lying in comfortable silence, a thought cropped up in my mind. “Are you… does Snaerfírar do the ceremonial braiding?”
“Já, a mated male, always has his hair in plaits,” he said from behind me.
“Well, then, it’s time.” I shifted and found Steve’s knot softened enough for me to slide off it.
Copious amounts of cum dribbled out of me, but I didn’t care. We could bathe in the magical bubbles later.
Steve sat up as I knelt behind him and delicately combed through his damp hair.
“Do you have any preferences?” I asked.
“I want everyone to know I am yours. Beyond that, I don’t care,” he said.
