Cristiana
I was more than ready to sit and put up my feet when we returned to my apartment.
It was late afternoon. Reuben and I walked and window shopped for hours.
He kept me laughing and entranced the whole time.
The only disagreement arose when he kept wanting to buy me things I admired in the various stores we visited.
I kept telling him no. The man wasn’t happy, but would eventually subside.
We were on the couch in my living room. Our shoes were off, and I sprawled back, moaning. Even wearing the walking shoes, my feet hurt. Reuben was next to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“It’s nothing, just me and my feet. They’re whining right now. You’d think with the shoes I wore, they’d be fine, but they get sore. They always have. I don’t know why. They’ll stop in a bit.”
Suddenly, Reuben had my legs off the floor and me angled with them across his lap. His hands cupped my right foot. I attempted to move my legs, but he put his forearm across them and applied pressure.
“Hold still,” he demanded.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna rub your feet.”
“Reuben, you don’t have to do that. I wasn’t hinting for a foot rub,” I protested.
“I know you weren’t. I want to do it. Just lean back and let me make you feel good, bebé. Close your eyes and feel.”
His voice had dropped to a lower octave, and the sound made my body tingle. Seeing the determined expression on his face, I gave in. I should’ve argued harder, but in truth, I wanted to know how he did one. And my feet were shouting at me to shut the hell up.
The first sound out of my mouth was a low moan.
From there, I gasped, groaned, sighed, and laughed.
The reason was that Reuben didn’t give me a simple foot massage.
Sure, he kneaded and rubbed, but he also tickled.
After removing my socks, he ran his nails over them and blew warm air on my feet.
If I hadn’t told him no, he would’ve put his mouth on them, but I refused to allow him to do that to my unwashed feet.
Even though there was nothing sexual about the way he did it, I got a glimpse of what he was like as a pleasure Dom.
And it made me crave to know more. I’d been with two Doms who weren’t necessarily pleasure Doms. I hadn’t known what to expect.
Both had been very different from each other.
I had experienced pleasure, but both relationships ended because I kept feeling as if something was missing, and so did they.
There was no animosity between us when it was over.
Finally, I drew my legs off his lap. Wanting to thank him, I maneuvered myself until I was straddling his lap.
Instead of going straight for his mouth, I placed light kisses on his cheeks, temples, nose, and forehead.
When I was done doing that, I nibbled on his hair-roughened jaw, although his five o’clock shadow wasn’t nearly as rough as I imagined it would be.
As I did those, I caressed his ears and then slid my tongue down his throat.
Reuben’s hands were cupping my ass, and he was kneading both cheeks. A tortured-sounding groan broke from his lips before he rasped out. “Hurry up and give me that mouth before I die.”
Since I was feeling the same way, I did it.
I wasn’t sure who thrust their tongue first into the other’s mouth, or who bit and tugged insistently on a bottom lip.
But we were both active participants in all things, and our mouths were devouring each other.
Between the moans, gasps, and groans were the wet sounds and pants.
When Reuben pushed me away from him, I whimpered and shook my head.
“No, don’t stop,” I whispered.
“God, I don’t want to, but you’ve got me on the edge, Cristiana. Kissing you is better than any foreplay I’ve ever had. You have me throbbing. We need to cool down.”
A part of me recognized he was being responsible, and I loved him for it, but the rest of me was in the same shape as he was. My nipples were rock-hard pebbles. The crotch of my underwear was soaked. I wouldn’t be surprised to find my wetness had soaked through my leggings, too.
Holding his heated eyes, I ran my hand from his chest to the mound in his jeans. He moaned and his hips jerked off the couch.
“Fuck, don’t, carino.” Reuben groaned.
“Yes, let me help you feel good, like you do me. I know it’s too soon for everything, but I want to make you come, Reuben. I want to feel your hard cock in my hands and watch you come. Please, let me do that,” I whispered.
Was I going at warp speed compared to how I’d been with every other man in my past? Sure was, but it felt right.
“Shit, be sure, Cristiana. Don’t do this just because you think you have to repay me. You don’t. I got pleasure from touching your feet and seeing your pleasure from it.”
“I’m not doing it simply as repayment. I want it.” I assured him.
“Then if we do that, I need my hand on your pussy. I’ve got to make you come, too. I’m dying to know what you look like when you orgasm,” he rasped.
“Yes, yes, we can do that. But may I suggest we go to my room, where it’s more comfortable, and we can stretch out. Trying it on this couch might end up in injuries,” I told him, grinning.
My squawk of surprise swiftly followed his chuckle as he shifted, coming to his feet, all while holding onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Reuben took me the short distance to my bedroom. When he lowered me to the bed, he spoke.
“As much as I’d love to take every stitch off you and me, I can’t.
If I see you, I’ll break. Instead, we’ll only take off our bottoms and use our hands.
Again, if I put my mouth on you or have you do that to me, I’ll lose control.
I refuse to do that and risk scaring you away.
” Reuben explained hoarsely. I saw the strain on his face.
I wanted to do more, but I decided to do as he asked.
But I had one caveat to add. “I’ll agree to that, but I need you to know.
This behavior is very out of character for me.
You’re making me wild, Reuben. And the way this is going, I don’t think I can last too long before we go all the way.
So plan on discussing our limits and more soon, so we can agree to a contract. ”
“Hell, yeah, I can do that. Christ, you’re amazing. If you’re ready, then let me remove your pants, and then I need you to lie on your side and bend your top leg out of the way.”
I was so eager for it, all I could do was nod.
Reuben swiftly tugged my leggings down and off.
As he did, he took my panties with them.
The feel of the cooler air on my heated core made me moan.
However, I soon gasped after watching Reuben remove his socks, followed by his jeans.
He had no underwear on. His cock bounced and slapped loudly against his belly. I licked my lips.
It was long but had more girth to it than any guy I’d been with. More wetness slid down my folds at the sight of it. The head of his cock was glossy with precum and a dark red.
“Spread your legs for me. Cristiana. I need to see that pussy,” he growled.
Wanting to entice him, I slowly spread my legs. His gaze ate up my pussy. His tongue slid across his bottom lip, and his cock jumped.
“Christ, that’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Wanting to tease him, I ran my finger from my opening to my clit as I said, “I’m glad you like it.”
A rumble burst out of him, then in a blink, he was on the bed next to me.
He yanked my body so I was on my side. My top leg fell back out of the way.
He lay on his side facing me. As if choreographed, we touched each other at the same time.
I encircled his cock as much as I could, started at the head, and gathered his precum so I could easily slide down his length.
At the same time, Reuben’s slightly rough, thick finger slid from my clit to my entrance, circled it without entering, then back up. Both of us moaned.
“Jesus,” he muttered as I pumped again.
“Reuben, you feel incredible. So thick, hard yet soft. I need to know,” I panted.
“Know what?” he asked.
“This,” I said as I let go of his glorious cock long enough to bring my precum-covered hand to my lips.
I licked one finger clean. I moaned at his salty goodness.
Before I could clean another, he was sucking two of his fingers covered in my wetness into his mouth and groaning. His eyes rolled as he did.
Lapping at my fingers as fast as I could, so I could get back to playing, we watched each other.
When our fingers were clean, Reuben grabbed me behind the neck and brought his mouth to mine.
Sharing each other’s essences was sexy and made me burn hotter.
It was with reluctance that we ended the kiss and went back to pleasuring each other.
While I paid a lot of attention to his shaft and the head of his cock, I didn’t neglect his heavy sac.
I gently tugged and rolled his balls. Sometimes, I stroked while other times I twisted his cock.
He leaked more precum. The wet sounds coming from both of us and the smell pushed me close to the edge in less time than I wanted. Or was it the way he finger fucked me?
Reuben ran his fingers up and down my folds.
Sometimes he’d rub or pinch my clit, causing me to moan and gasp.
Other times, he’d rake his nails along my labia or tug on the short landing strip of hair I had above my slit.
Randomly, he pinched my labia. Reuben thrust his meaty fingers in and out of my pussy, varying the speed and intensity while sporadically rubbing his fingertip over my G-spot.
Eventually, it became too much for me to bear.
“I-I’m gonna come,” I stuttered out.
His thrusts became faster, like my strokes. “Thank God. Let go. Let that pussy rain, baby girl,” he snarled.
Two more thrusts and a pinch to my clit, and I came calling his name. As I drenched his hand in my cum, Reuben stiffened and yelled my name. His cock jerked in my hand over and over, as his warm cum coated my fingers.
When we were finished, we both lay there weakly staring at each other. The look of deep satisfaction on his face made me happy and proud. I hoped he saw the same on mine.
“You are so goddamn beautiful when you come, Cristiana. I want to see that over and over again. And you just gave me the best hand job of my life,” Reuben whispered tenderly.
“Not as beautiful as you are when you come. Lord, that was so sexy to watch, Reuben. And then to feel your warmth all over my hand. Mmm,” I told him a moment before I let go of his softening cock.
His groan of disappointment became one of pleasure when I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth and proceeded to lick his seed from it.
I made a show of it by circling each finger with my tongue and humming.
As he watched me, I was able to watch the show as he did the same to his fingers.
By the time we’d removed it all, I was so sated, I had to fight a yawn.
“Bebé, I hope you feel it like I do. We’re meant for each other, Cristiana. And this feeling isn’t something that will die out in a few months. It’s forever, and I want a lifetime of this and so much more. Please say you feel the same.”
“Carino, as insane as it sounds, I do feel it, and I want the same,” I admitted.
“Fuck, yeah. Thank you. Okay, I think what we need to do before we get ourselves wound up again is to go to the bathroom and clean ourselves up. We’ll feel less sticky if we do. And then we’ll come back here and take a nap. How does that sound to you?” He asked.
I yawned again, causing him to chuckle. “I think that’s an excellent idea, Mr. Davila. Though I have to warn you, if you hog the covers or the bed, I’ll kick your ass to the floor.”
His laughter accompanied us to the bathroom.
Reuben almost had to carry me. I was so boneless.
After cleaning each other with a warm washcloth, we came back to the bed.
The comforter and top sheet were pulled down, and we crawled onto it.
Reuben drew them up over us. As they settled over top, he cuddled me from behind and tucked a leg between mine, put his arm over me, and buried his face in my hair.
My eyes closed, and that was all I remembered.