Saint And Sinners (100 page)

Oh…it was on…and she promised him a good time as she kissed him back just as hard,
digging into his hair with her fingertips and almost falling to the floor as they
wrapped their bodies around one another.

Oh yes…it was time to put in work!

*

It was difficult
to curb his enthusiasm as he wrestled with the woman across the soft rug in front
of the fireplace. He didn’t recall doing it, but somehow through the commotion, his
damn pajama pants were off and tossed to the other side of the room, and his bare
cock was trying its damndest to penetrate the fuck out of her. But no, he was going
to get what he deserved, despite how it tried to line up just so between her thighs.
The bastard was hungry, wanted to just dive the fuck in, but Saint had other plans…

“Over two fucking months!” he yelled, biting into her neck ever so gently, eliciting
a feminine moan.

“Don’t you think I know? Shit! Come on!” the woman yelled, startling him, making him
almost laugh in the midst of all the hullabaloo. But oh no…she wasn’t getting the
D just yet…just like the very first time he made love to her.

No…Xenia was going to have to pay the price of admission.

She screamed out as he plucked her from the floor, turned her quickly onto her stomach
then lifted her upward by the hips, forcing her to place her hands on the floor in
a damn handstand.

“Ahhhh!” She screamed out, no doubt expressing her astonishment and exhilaration.

He’d swooped her up from the ground as if she were springing from a bungee cord, with
her face level with his cock and her legs around his upper torso, just so. Crossing
his wrists along her lower back, he pressed her firmly into him, forcing her to hang
from around his neck, as if she were fruit from a vine, while as he jammed his thirsty
tongue inside of her heated valley.

“Oh my God!” she screamed out, clutching on his damn knees and upper thighs. He knew
he was moving a bit faster than usual, but oh how he longed to taste her…

“Mmmmm! Damn, you taste so fuckin’ good, Xenia! Shit, I missed this, baby!” he murmured,
his nose pressed against her plump pussy lips as he licked her in reverse.

She squirmed against him, and sweet nectar immediately poured from her, trailing up
her stomach towards her breasts as he lifted her away from himself just so, to watch
the nasty show. “Mmmmm!” He rubbed his face vigorously into her zone, his lips glazed
in her sweetness, while she shook, screamed and shivered. She’d already exploded into
her first orgasm of the evening, and was entering into the delicious world of her
second.

“Fuck!” he yelled when she seized his dick and lavished the tip with lustful consideration.
She sucked the head hard and heavy, just how he liked it, delivering her oral swirls
as if his cock were her favorite flavored lollypop. She did the shit as if so glad
to see that mothafucka again and feel the soft spherical fireman helmet inside of
her hot mouth, ready to extinguish whatever flames danced within her orifice. Saint
slammed his back against the wall to keep his balance but never stopped attending
to her pussy with appropriate assiduousness.

“Mmmmmm!” He wanted to roar. Her ass cheeks wobbled so close to his face, they seemed
like a blur of movement.

He tightened the grip on her when she screamed out again, yelling obscene things that
made him grow increasingly harder between her lips.

“Ohhhh, Saint!” She fell to pieces, gripping his knees as he finished her off.

Then, he slowly began to walk across the room, lunging his tongue in and out of her
pussy while gently massaging her clit. He switched up, feeling the need to flick his
tongue now across her bud as he held her by her ass cheeks and laid her on her stomach
across the bed.

“When you pass out for me, baby, I need you to be able to go right to sleep…” he murmured
between clever flicks, languid licks and twisted tongue tricks.

“Ahhhhh…” she cooed, accepted her fate.

He kept his position, then placed one palm on each of her ass cheeks, spreading them
wide before devouring her pussy again, sucking faster, harder, and all the more, going
for it all, racing to his goal. The woman stretched and arched like a cat, one hand
gripping the sheets, the other shaking as another orgasm overtook her. Her libations
emptied into his mouth like a candied storm through the beautiful forest between her
trembling thighs.

One finger, then another, joined the party as he titillated her G-Spot and his cock
remained almost painfully erect, drawing excitement from the sights and sounds before
him. She cried out, vibrating the room, then like the softness of a cloud against
a bail of cotton, she fell limp into the sheets. Motionless. Gone. Asleep.

Saint slowly got to his feet and peered at her from his heightened vantage point.
In the silence, he watched his slumbering bride drift in and between walls of colorful
reveries.

She’ll be out for at least five minutes…maybe six.

He grabbed his long, white robe that hung loosely over her vanity, wrapped it around
his form and hightailed it down the steps, but careful to tread softly, so as to not
wake the sleeping children. Making his way into the kitchen, he washed his hands then
opened cabinet after cabinet until he discovered his coveted Chinese glass Gongfu
tea set. Removing the translucent double glass pot and two matching clear cups, he
opened up another cabinet and procured a cream-colored satchel of fresh and dried
herbs, along with a bag of black tea. He’d seen his mother make tea so often, he knew
just how to do it. He’d savored watching the woman toss dried peach skins and fresh
strawberries into hot water, her small hands working fast, and the concoction filling
the house with the most delectable scents. Not to mention, the fruit looked so delicious
and gorgeous floating about in the water, and when he’d come down with an occasional
cold, she always knew what to do to get him well.

Saint couldn’t cook worth a damn, but he knew how to make a bomb cup of hot tea, so
here he was now, preparing it for his Queen. Setting two of the cups on a tray, he
carried it to the bedroom. It appeared he’d made it right on time. Xenia moaned softly
and moved on the bed, coming out of her slumber. A smile crept across her half-turned
face and her wild hair contrasted like a mass of long, black floral petals against
her prodding fingers as she gently massaged her scalp. With her eyes still closed,
she rose a bit, and then slumped back into the sheets, as if all of her energy had
been spent like a check at the Saint Casino.

“Mmmmm….” she purred.

Her dark eyes blinked, alert. He set the tea down on the vanity. His robe fell open,
exposing his body, as he helped her sit up. When he was satisfied with her alertness,
he presented the tea and watched her cradle the cup in both hands.

“This smells nice, Saint.” She took a tender sip, and then another. He leaned against
her vanity, crossed his ankles and followed suit. They exchanged polite, almost shy
glances at one another. The sheets covered most of her, yet the tops of her breasts
remained exposed for his viewing pleasure. After taking another thoughtful sip, he
placed his cup down and stood to remove his robe. He didn’t miss how her eyes immediately
fell upon his throbbing dick.

When he sat back close to her, she ran a hand along his back. She set her almost completely
empty cup beside her on the nightstand, reached out and cupped his chin, turning his
face towards her. They looked at each other for a long while, studying one another,
falling in love harder and faster as each second passed. Then, she closed the distance
between them and brought her lips to his, slicking the tip of her warm tongue inside
his mouth.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned deeply as he wrapped his hands around her waist, his excitement
escalating in a millisecond. Their tongues danced, then, catching hers between his
teeth, he sucked it, just as she did his cock. The simulation of oral sex filled him
with a sensory overload. He drowned in her, fell deeper into the moment. He gripped
her tighter. “I
need
you. Now.”

Ending the kiss, he placed her on her stomach with her ass in the air.

“Do it…yes…”

Clamping her eyes closed, Xenia gripped the sheets with eager anticipation as he arranged
her just so for a stylized doggie-style entry that was certain to please. Positioning
himself on his belly behind her, he flicked his tongue back and forth over her saturated
pussy lips.

“Mmmm!”

He needed her to be wet and welcoming, so he could have her just how he wanted…a little
pre-festivity stimulation to turn the flame a bit higher was the order of the day.
He continued on until he felt her once against quaking against his mouth. Then, rising
to his knees, he hooked a hand around her waist and guided himself inside her with
the other, pushing ever so slowly and melting inside of her dripping wet, snug pussy.

“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed out, twisting and turning as he began to pump, introducing
more and more of his length within her. Now with both hands secured around her waist,
he worked his dick within her, almost losing his damn mind. Absence definitely made
the heart grow fonder, and his cock seemed to propel on its own now, lunging and dashing,
plunging towards the finish line, wanting to shoot its gift inside of her until it
could not any longer.

“Ahhhh, …Xenia, damn you feel so good, baby! baby! Uhhh!”

“I’m taking you in like breath…”

SO. DAMN. SEXY.

The woman gyrated against him, reaching back and spreading her nether lips wide, giving
him a visual display he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice, baby… I love looking at your pink pussy spread open like that!
So beautiful!” He moved a hand to the front of her pelvis in an upside down ‘V’ and
pressed down, stimulating her clit while he fucked her with all of his might.

“Uhhhh! Uhhhh!” He grunted.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he worked overtime, moving faster
and faster, his body forcing him to cum, with or without his permission. He tried
to fight it, but then, the woman looked over her shoulder at him and winked. It was
over…

“Uhhhh! Uhhh! Baby! Shit! I’m cummin’!”

“Keep it deep in me, Saint! Deep!” She screamed.

Leaning into her, his chest to her back, he ran his hands up and down her arms, then
intertwined their fingers. His breaths fell heavy into her ear.

“Oh God!” Tears blurred his vision as his orgasm demanded entry. He continued to bump
against her ass until he could take no more, then, his semen shot inside of her. “Uhhhhhhhhhh!”
His entire frame vibrated against her. “Uhhhh, uhh!” Xenia’s pussy grabbed his manhood
and squeezed it as she came so quietly…so stealthily, like a thief in the night.

“Mmmmm!” She moaned, her own climax making her shudder beneath him while he possessively
gripped the back of her hair, forced her lips towards his own, and landed a kiss upon
her that was nothing less than rough and passionate all in one.

“Xenia…goddamn…” He huffed, out of breath.

A moment later, he stilled. They rested for a few moments, until he reached over to
his nightstand and removed the bottle of lubricant. Clearly sensing what he wanted,
she proceeded to suck her middle finger and slide it inside of her ass, warming herself
up for his pending arrival.

“Lie on your back, baby…” Panting, he slathered the lube all over his cock, rock-hard
once again as if it hadn’t just gunned her down with ample semen. He maneuvered between
her legs, then grabbed the base of his cock as he looked deeply into her eyes. Slowly,
ever so slowly, he pushed the head of his dick inside her ass. Her expression turned
tight upon the intrusion, so he kept it gentle, making love to her ass with care.
The snugness of her around his cock felt like heaven. Meanwhile, he inserted his finger
inside of her pussy, allowing his thumb to tenderly drum her clitoris.

“You okay, honey?” He looked down at her with love.

“Mmmm hmmm,” she said, smiling.

Xenia’s ass
stayed
tight, no matter how many times he’d plunged his cock inside of it. He imagined it
was partially due to the infrequency of their anal sex adventures, and also because
he was so very careful with her, ensuring he didn’t cause her unnecessary discomfort.

“Mmmm!” He groaned as he began to move a bit faster and deeper.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held him secure, her large breasts jiggling
with each thrust.

“Ahhh, this feels so good!” His eyes rolling closed, he threw his head back, face
towards the ceiling, and gripped her hips with a firm grasp, keeping her anchored
to receive all that he was offering. His thoughts drifted momentarily, with little
to no warning. He wanted to forget how she’d looked at him while she’d been under
Zoo’s spell; how he’d disgusted her when they’d tried to make love…the very thought
threatened to bring tears to his eyes. Though it wasn’t her doing, it still hurt him,
bringing that sense of devastation back.