Reuben Chapter 10 #2
A wartenberg wheel was used to stimulate nerve endings.
After thoroughly teasing someone with it, heightening their sensitivity to touch, you could use your hand or another item to touch them, and they would feel it much more strongly.
I wanted her to be as sensitive as I could get her without causing her to orgasm.
I worked the wheel up and down her inner legs, then the outer ones. I skipped up to her upper body, where I used it on her arms, ribs, and her tits. Watching and hearing her respond heightened my arousal. I was dripping precum. When I had her where I believed she was ready, I let go of the wheel.
Standing, I listened to her moans as I shed my pants and underwear.
I only allowed myself to stroke my cock two times before stopping.
Any more and I’d blow all over her stomach and tits.
Not a bad thing, but that would have to wait for another time.
I put my fingers in the glass of ice. Thankfully, there were several unmelted ones.
Taking one out, I placed it between my teeth, then positioned myself between her spread legs.
I was able to reach her chest, so I circled her left nipple with the cube.
“Oh my God!” she shrieked, rising. I pushed her back down and treated the right one to the same.
I worked the cube over them and down to her tummy. When it melted too much, I got another. Then I ran the new one up the soles of her feet, behind her knees, and then up her inner legs to right before I reached her pussy.
“Reuben, please, I can’t stand any more. I need you,” she wailed.
Swallowing the sliver of ice, I replied, “If you want me to stop, say your words.”
Cristiana hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
Smiling, I got another ice cube and went to my final destination.
I ran it straight down the middle of her pussy’s folds.
Her cry was loud and long. Her hips thrust upward.
Holding her in place, I teased up and down it and all over her clit before I lowered further and used my tongue to thrust the ice inside of her scorching pussy.
That was it. Cristiana arched her back, screamed, and her body shook as she orgasmed.
Unable to wait a second longer, I gripped the base of my cock, shoved a pillow under her hips, then thrust inside of her in one hard, continuous stroke.
Her cries grew louder. I groaned. She was always tight, but with the plug still in her ass, she was twice as tight.
I felt like I could barely part her inner channel.
Her pussy was crazily contracting, which didn’t help but also stimulated the fuck out of my cock. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from blowing. Holding tightly to her hips, I plunged in and out of her. She was beyond soaked, and I was in utter heaven.
“Dios, estás tan jodidamente apretada, nena. Eres increíble. God, you're so damn tight, baby girl. You’re incredible,” I told her.
“No, eres increíble, No, you’re incredible,” she panted out.
I kept thrusting, and as I did, I kneaded her tits, plucking her nipples hard then lightly. Finally, as she was coming down from a very prolonged orgasm, I knew I had to make my move. I withdrew.
“No, Reuben, please,” she pleaded.
“Take off the blindfold. And I need you on your hands and knees,” I panted.
As she took it off and rearranged herself, moving slowly, I slicked up my cock with the lube.
My hand was shaking. I was so excited. When she was in position, I unhooked the harness and then slowly withdrew the plug.
Cristiana whimpered. Tossing it on a nearby towel, I held her ass cheeks open.
I admired the gaping hole. Even with the plug stretching her, my cock was bigger in diameter than it was.
She’d feel me. Unable to wait a moment longer.
I dribbled a little lube in her hole, then pressed the head of my cock to her opening.
“Reuben, hurry. Give me that cock. I need to feel you in my ass.”
Without hesitating, I slowly thrust inside.
Even though she was prepared, I took it slow.
She moaned and whimpered, but not a word was spoken to stop.
I groaned when I was buried to the root.
I took a few seconds to calm myself. When I was ready, I slowly withdrew almost all the way, then thrust again.
She was tight, and the lube made her so slippery. Suddenly, her hand came back to touch my thigh. She was looking over her shoulder at me. The fire in her gaze scorched me. Her breathing was ragged.
“Reuben, I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” I breathed.
“I need you to pound my ass. I need it hard and fast. I want to hear you come and feel your cum filling my ass.”
I swear, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I blacked out for a moment.
I’d been holding myself back, not wanting to be too rough our first time at this.
The last thing I wanted was to cause her more pain than enjoyment.
There was a fine line between pain enhancing the pleasure and being just pain.
Regaining my senses, I took a moment to make sure I heard her right. “You want it fast and hard. Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me if it gets too much,” I croaked out before I proceeded to do as she asked.
I ramped it up, but when she only moaned, pleaded, and cried out how good it felt, I let go. I fucked her until she was hanging over the arm of the couch.
I lost track of time. I had no idea how long we’d been at it, but Cristiana had orgasmed twice more.
My balls were screaming, and the base of my spine was tight.
I knew it was the end for me. Three more thrusts, and I froze and roared as I jerked over and over, giving her a helluva load.
Cristiana clenched hard around me as she came, dragging every drop of cum from my balls.
As we both eased off, I lay a sweating mess, only half holding myself off her so I wouldn’t crush her.
Weakly, I kissed the back of her neck, across her shoulder, and up to her ear.
“I love you,” I sighed.
“I love you, too. That was fantastic.”
“Yes, you were,” I told her, then closed my eyes. I needed to regain enough energy to move. Maybe we could stay here all night.
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I watched Cristiana sleep. She was so peaceful and innocent-looking lying there, curled on her side.
Her naked body had marks of my possession on her, but nothing that wouldn’t soon fade, which meant I’d put more on her—last night at Lustz had turned into a night to remember.
While I knew it would be good for us, I never thought it would be so fantastic.
After I had her ass for the first time, we rested, then thoroughly cleansed ourselves and got dressed.
I would’ve loved to stay in there for hours, but we couldn’t hog it.
Instead, we somehow got through the remainder of the night.
When we arrived home, I’d barely gotten us to the bedroom before I pounced and tore off her clothes.
Cristiana returned the favor, and as soon as we were naked, the teasing and lovemaking, along with fucking commenced.
It was the perfect way to end the night.
Staring at her now, I was tempted to wake her up by putting my mouth on her pussy, but she was drained from last night. Deciding to be a good man, I slid out of bed and left her to sleep. After completing my morning ritual, I headed to the kitchen. I would make breakfast so we could eat together.
I wasn’t a gourmet chef, but even I could make a decent meal now and then.
Mamá might not have wanted men in the kitchen when she was cooking, but after I asked her several times for her recipes and she understood that I wouldn’t be coming to visit every meal, which was her solution, she gave them to me.
I saw enough growing up that I had an idea how to prepare food. Through trial and error, I trained myself. However, when I went home to visit my parents, I was relegated to the living room with the other men. The kitchen was a woman’s domain, according to my mamá.
To make it fast and minimize dishes, I made a breakfast casserole and popped it into the oven to bake.
It consisted of eggs, cheese, potatoes, milk, onion, green peppers, and sausage, along with seasonings.
I had juice in the fridge, and coffee could be easily made.
To pass the time as I waited and not wanting to disturb Cristiana yet, I sat on the couch and went through my emails and messages on my cell phone.
There wasn’t anything urgent at Lustz. Primarily, the staff had emailed me to keep me informed about things.
They were good about doing it and would also cc Mikhail.
It prevented things from being overlooked.
And it allowed either of us to jump in at a moment’s notice to help each other.
With Mikhail off to be with Taj and baby Matea, I was the one in charge.
I was about to move to messages when my phone rang. Noting the caller’s ID, I chuckled and then answered.
“Good morning,” Mikhail said.
“Good morning, to you too. How are Taj and the baby? Do they need anything?” I asked rapidly.
“Hey, hang on there. We’re all great, and no, we don’t need anything as far as I know at this second,” Mikhail stated.
“If that’s the case, then, Mikhail, what the hell are you doing calling me? I know it’s not just to chit-chat with me idly. Let me guess. You saw something in an email from work, and you want to weigh in on it. Man, you’re supposed to be enjoying your kid and wife. I can handle it,” I reminded him.
“Yes, I remember that, and I am. My call has nothing to do with an email, though it indirectly involves Lustz. But not in the way you think. Should I continue, or do you want to continue being a pain in my ass?” Mikhail asked. There was no heat behind his words, just amusement.
“Well, since you put it that way, maybe not,” I joked.
“Asshole. A little birdie told me you had Cristiana at Lustz last night. And you were claiming her as your girlfriend.”