Reuben Chapter 8
My head was whirling with the fact that I was about to have sex with Cristiana.
I’d been dreaming of it since meeting her, and I’d been masturbating to dreams and thoughts of her every night and some mornings.
I had fought hard not to hope for her to submit to me soon, though it was hard.
And I fought not to push her into agreeing before she was ready.
However, the way she spoke and the expression on her face just moments ago shouted that she was ready.
Entering the bedroom, I turned on the light next to the bed. I wanted to be able to see her without blinding her. Needing to set the mood for our first time, I made a suggestion.
“I need a few minutes to do something. Why don’t you take a shower in there? I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
“I’d love it. Let me grab a few things from my bag,” she said.
“Get whatever you need.”
While she did that, I turned down the bed and then went into the walk-in closet.
My place had a decent-sized closet in the main bedroom.
I went into one of the drawers in it, and what I took out weren’t clothes.
They were the items I needed to set the ambiance I desired to create.
We wouldn’t be doing a scene, not this first time—but at my core, I was always about satisfying the five senses.
Walking back into the bedroom, I heard her in the bathroom.
I hurriedly set up what I brought out, then went to join her.
The sight of the water running down her body, the vision of her naked body being fully exposed to me for the first time, took my breath away.
Cristiana was better than I imagined. Her body was firm, softly rounded, with curves that were not understated, and her skin appeared incredibly soft.
I wasn’t able to hold back a second more.
I jerked the shower door open and got in with her.
Her smile was at once seductive and sweet. She called to me like a siren. I was under her spell, and I never wanted to be free from it. I noted vaguely that she’d already washed her hair. I held out my hands.
“Please, let me wash you. And next time, wait for me to do all of you,” I demanded.
“I will. And yes, I would love for you to wash me. May I do the same to you, Sir?”
“You may, but tonight, we’re not truly playing, so no need to call me Sir. Hand me your soap and then close your eyes. I want you to let everything but us go,” I gently instructed.
I took the body wash bottle she handed me.
I loved seeing her close her eyes. I squirted a decent amount of the gel into my hand, rubbed it to generate some suds, and then placed it on her shoulders.
The sensation of slickness coating her body as I slowly ran my hands down her curves, circling her when I needed to reach her back, was incredible.
I’d bathed women before, but they had never felt like Cristiana.
When I got to her tits, I rubbed, kneaded, and then plucked her taut nipples, making her shudder and moan.
They were precisely the right size to fill my hands.
The tan of her nipples called to me. I paused to rinse them free of soap before sucking one into my mouth.
Cristiana’s breathy moan made me suck harder, then tug on her nipple using my teeth.
“Oh God, Reuben, that feels so good,” she whimpered.
“Good. I only want you to feel pleasure with me. And sometimes, a little bit of pain makes it more pleasurable. I look forward to seeing how you react to the other things I have in mind. All those amazing things you agreed to let me do,” I murmured around her nipple.
A few more sucks, and I switched to the other side.
As I worshipped her tits, my cock grew harder and throbbed more.
I was standing straight as a soldier and leaking precum like crazy.
I wanted to pin her to the wall and slam myself inside of her and fuck her like a beast, but I wouldn’t. She deserved better from me.
Reluctantly, I let go of her tit and soaped my hands again.
That run, I made it to her pubic area and the top of her ass before I stopped, rinsed her, and crouched so I could place kisses first on both ass cheeks, which I squeezed and slapped.
Then to the top of her mound. I refused to allow myself to taste her pussy, though her aroma was filling the shower with the most delicious scent.
Knowing I was running short on willpower, I got the soap and lathered her legs and feet before finishing by rubbing my hands up and down her slit and ass crack, making her moan loudly and shudder.
I stopped short of allowing her to orgasm.
Taking down the water hose attachment, I finished rinsing her.
I was about to shut off the water when she grabbed my hand.
“You said I could wash you,” she reminded me.
I groaned. “Cristiana, I don’t think I can stand it. I want to taste and be inside of you so badly. I said next time.”
“Please, I’ll make it quick, I promise.”
I couldn’t say no, so I nodded.
She did do it quicker than I did hers, but it was still torture.
Her soft hands on my body, the way she caressed my skin, teased my nipples, then sucked and bit them, and the way she dragged her nails through the hair on my chest and down my skin made me shiver and groan.
When she got to my cock and balls, I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from exploding.
When she finished rinsing me off, she left my cock until last and ended the job by placing a kiss on the tip. I was half out of my mind by then.
Snapping off the water, I swung her out of the shower and wrapped her in a heated towel.
While it kept her warm, I towel-dried her hair and then attended to her body.
I gave myself a rough dry, then brushed out and bundled her hair up.
I wouldn’t have cared about the wet pillow, but she would.
As soon as she was finished, I swung her up in my arms and took her into the bedroom.
She gasped when she saw all the red candles burning around the room. They gave off a cinnamon scent. The visual of them combined with the smell affected two senses. I had plans for the touch part. Lying her down on the mattress, I stood there admiring her.
“What are you doing, Reuben?” she asked.
“I’m admiring what is mine. God, you have no clue how amazing, sexy, and utterly gorgeous you are.
I’m gonna worship you, mi hermosa nina. I’ll enslave you the way you enslave me.
There’s an allure about you. You don’t seem to know you have it, which makes it stronger.
You can tempt a man to do anything.” I muttered.
“While I’m happy you think that and feel that way about me, I see you as the one full of allure. What I feel for you, Reuben, is so much stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“I feel the same. I promise, I’ll make sure you get off big.
But be warned, once won’t be enough for me.
When I’m done, you won’t remember anyone else you’ve been with.
” The last part came out as a growl because the thought of any man other than me seeing her, touching her, and being inside of her made me angry.
“Then come to me, hombre guapo, handsome man. Show me what you’ve got and I’ll show you what I have.”
Her soft challenge made me jump on the bed, causing her to squeal in surprise, then gasp as I kissed her.
After a thorough mating of our lips, I proceeded to kiss, nibble, rake my teeth, lick, suck, scrape my nails, lightly pinch, and tug my way down her body.
I spent time on her tits again, like I did in the shower.
However, this time when I reached her pussy, there was no way in hell I wasn’t going down on her.
Her rich scent filled my nose. I inhaled twice to make sure it filled my lungs.
Pushing her legs apart to make room for me, I ran my eyes from the top of her mound, where she had a small strip of hair, a landing strip, down to the glistening slit to her opening.
Her pussy lips were engorged and dark. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again, only this time from the source.
Before placing my mouth on her, I rubbed lightly up and down her slick slit, gathering her honey. Rather than me tasting it, I raised it to her.
“Taste yourself,” I half demanded.
Cristiana grasped my wrist and brought my finger the rest of the way to her mouth.
Her eyes never wavered from mine as she slowly, sensuously, opened her lips, and her tongue came out to wrap around my digit.
She tongued it for a few moments, then closed her mouth to suck.
She took her time, making love to my finger as if it were my cock.
It caused my hard-on to grow firmer somehow, though I swore it was as hard as it could get.
I reluctantly tugged to get her to let go.
After she did, I positioned myself comfortably on my stomach between her split thighs.
I feasted my eyes on it first. I let the sight of all that goodness sink into my brain.
Never underestimate the significance of visuals.
Once I gave it a thorough scan, it was time to gratify another of my senses and one of hers.
I swiped my tongue from below the entrance to her pussy to her hard, distended clit. Cristiana gasped, and her hips tried to lift off the mattress, but I placed an arm across her hips.
Holding her down, my desire climbed. I made sure to inhale deeply and hold my breath to commit her scent to memory, savoring it. But I didn’t neglect her dripping pussy. I began a campaign to drive Cristiana to orgasm at least once on my tongue. I wanted to swallow, take her essence inside of me.