The Naughty Sins Of A Saint (20 page)

“Open your legs,” Saint whispered deeply as he moved back up to her neck, giving the other side affection. Xenia parted her thighs, allowing Saint to slide his hand in between. She closed them back, softly sandwiching his slow moving digits. He swallowed as he rubbed his fingers over her mound, then softly moved two fingers along her wet slit, up and down slowly. He gradually opened her up and rubbed his finger along her clitoris then retreated a bit lower, pushing one, then two fingers inside her. She moaned louder, hugging him as she whimpered. He dropped further down until he was head deep between her thighs. He inhaled her natural perfume, causing his rod to enlarge from the scent he found so delightful. “I love the smell of your pussy,” he said as he gently licked the outer lips. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting this sweet pussy again.” He cradled his head even closer to her zone, slurping at her sweetly as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth between her legs. Xenia shook as she looked down. She gingerly placed her hand on top of his head as he moved slowly back and forth, speeding up ever so gradually. Saint took his hand and opened up her folds, licking up and down until he stuck his tongue fully inside her and twisted it back and forth, causing her to convulse and lose control. He moved up to her clit, gently sucking it, then stopping, sucking, then stopping, teasing it repeatedly until it was completely exposed from under its hood. He slid one finger back inside, pressing up on her G-spot and holding the position while sucking with more power on her clit, moving his head back and forth rapidly, gripping her hips, and bringing her as close to him as possible.

“Oh, God!” Xenia called out as she leaned back on the bed, almost sliding off. Saint caught her, bringing her back towards his face as he devoured her.

“Uh, uh. Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. He reached upward and rubbed her breasts, kneading them like bread with the palms of his hands. Saint made small circles, pressing down with the tip of his tongue all along her cherry. He orally massaged her, making her mumble and coo incoherently. He placed his hands under her buttocks, lifting her up several inches off the bed. He jammed his tongue back inside her, watching her as she writhed around and bucked against his lips. He moaned as he swallowed, and Xenia sighed loudly, reaching downward and gripping the sheets as she turned her head from side to side, crying out.

“Oh, no! Oh, God! Shhhit!” Her abdominal muscles clenched as she bore down and her feet dug into the bed, pushing the sheets around as he continued to eat her alive. The orgasm seized her, making her entire body suddenly stiffen as her mouth remained agape. Her muscles finally relaxed as the wave subsided. She panted and relaxed, then screamed aloud as she felt Saint’s three fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot in a zigzag pattern. He licked his thumb, then gently pushed it into her ass, massaging the warm, tight canal. Xenia clenched up, then relaxed as the next wave of powerful mini-orgasms overcame her. Her hearing came and went. The room became blurry, then white. She gasped as she lost consciousness. Saint began to pinch her inner thigh. She lie there limply, eyes still closed and body still. He smiled and rose, walking briskly to his bathroom. He turned on the faucet and immediately dabbed his fingertips in warm running water, then returned to her. Saint pressed his body on top of hers, intertwining their legs as he gently shook her chin. Droplets of water covered her face as he wiggled his fingers lightly above her face. She began to stir. He pushed his pinky finger inside of her mouth, and she instinctively began to suck it.

“There you go,” Saint said softly. “Wake up, wake up, wake up, my love.” Xenia’s eyes flew open. She looked around the room, unaware of her whereabouts initially. She sighed, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temple.

“Saint, I can’t keep passing out like this,” she whispered.

“You don’t have any control over that,” he smiled.

“Yeah, but you do. I don’t know exactly what you’re doing down there to cause it, but you’re doing it and you need to stop!” She rolled her eyes. Saint looked at her and burst out laughing as he fell onto her chest.

“It’s not funny,” she said. “I wish you could see how this feels. It’s kind of scary. Everything goes white, and I lose track of time.”

“Look, it doesn’t mean you’re defective or anything. It’s just the result of a very strong orgasm. The French call it
petit mal
, which means ‘little death.’ It’s really not talked about that much in my field. Sometimes health issues can cause it, but in my experiences, that hasn’t been the case. All the women I’ve made pass out wake up,” Saint guaranteed.

“Oh, how reassuring!” Xenia said. “How are you so sure that something bad won’t happen?”

“Because I’ve done it enough to know. I know what I’m doing.”

“How long did it take for your past conquests to wake up?” Xenia asked, grinning as she sat up.

“It varied. For some, it only took a minute or two, and for others, upwards of five minutes. The time before this, you took four and a half minutes.”

“You’re so…” Xenia gasped in midsentence as she felt Saint push his finger back inside her, causing her to clench down on it. He massaged her folds, rubbing and squeezing them gently.

“Don’t you…don’t you dare…” her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she bucked again against his hand. He rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion, making her cry out as she knocked her hand repeatedly against the headboard. “No!” she begged to deaf ears as she felt another orgasm building. He went after her G-spot again, this time turning his hand upward and extending another finger. He rubbed her clit harder, pushing her body back and forth towards the headboard as he worked her over with expert precision. She moaned deeply, rubbing her hands roughly through his hair.

“Stop it!” she uttered as she felt herself losing control. Saint continued to work her kernel, faster and faster. Her G-spot orgasm exploded like the Fourth of July. In the midst of it, Saint spread her legs apart and pushed his tongue up and down her pussy in fast, hard strokes. She cried out as silver sparks seemed to appear out of nowhere, altering her vision with their dazzling dance and squiggly lines. She gushed on the bed as if a dam had broken.

Saint moaned as he licked her clit lightly. “That’s what I wanted. That’s what I was waiting for, Baby. Rain in my mouth.” Xenia whimpered as her body succumbed to the next wave of orgasms. She was tired, confused, and in pure ecstasy all at once. She felt stoned and loved every euphoric moment of it.

“I’m – so – sleepy,” she said lazily as her eyelids lowered. Saint climbed back up to her face and gently kissed her cheek. He watched as her loose and indolent body fell into a deep sleep, her head lying comfortably on his chest.

* * *

CHAPTER 6

Xenia
awoke at 4:00 in the morning, rubbing her head. She pulled aside the massive window sheer and looked outside. She smiled and stretched her satisfied body. She looked out at the twilight-dazzled New York City sky. An assortment of colored lights blinked and flickered as various grandiose signs glowed in the darkness. Standing there in a semi-daydream, she leaned her naked body against the cool glass, crossing her ankles as she pondered in complete peace. She jumped, startled, as she felt her husband behind her, holding her delicately around her waist, his hands pushing down the front of her thighs. Saint kissed her neck as his big, hard cock brushed against her lower back.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” he said as he kissed the nape of her neck.

“Good morning, Baby,” she said happily as she turned to face him, extending her arms and wrapping them around his neck. “Let me cook you some breakfast,” she offered as she looked him deeply in his eyes.

Saint tilted his head to the side. “That’s really nice, and I’d be thrilled to have you do that for me, but, I was hoping to – uh – get a little love from you – a little ride from you, too,” he said as he licked his lips and smiled. Xenia laughed.

“So you want to see my reverse cowgirl, huh?” She smiled.

Saint nodded. Xenia took him by the hand and led him back over to the bed. He got onto the bed and laid down, propping himself with pillows as he pushed his back into the headboard. He opened his legs, leaving enough room for Xenia to scoot in reverse towards his face.

“Nice ass,” he said as he slapped it, making it wave.

Xenia
assumed her position. She reached under herself and took his erect thickness in her hand, noting that she couldn’t get her hand completely around it. She looked down at the slit in the head as pre-cum dripped from it.

“Wait a minute,” she said as she turned around to face him. “You said you’d teach me how to do better blow jobs. We’ve had sex at least four times since then, and I’ve yet to get my lesson.”

Saint closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip, and lightly laughed.

“Well, I’m sure you know you won’t get any argument from me about this. I’m more than happy to help you,” he said as he sat up straighter.

“Teach me, Oh Great One. I’m not worthy!” Xenia teased as she knelt down between his legs.

Saint rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just start, and I’ll give you guidance along the way, OK?” He put his arms behind his head and relaxed. Xenia nodded and gently grabbed her husband’s dick. She licked slowly upward then downward, her tongue stiff and wet. She drew circles with the tip of her tongue as she moved.

“Mmm, that’s good, that’s real good,” Saint said as he looked down at her. Xenia looked up at him, smiled and winked.

“You’re so damn pretty, even with a big dick in your mouth,” Saint slurred. Xenia slapped his thigh as she chuckled. She rubbed the base of his dick as she wrapped her lips around the head and top. Its girth prevented her from going as far down as she would have liked.

“OK, hold on,” Saint said softly. “Instead of pushing it straight in, do it at an angle. Move it to the side of your mouth so that it hits your inner cheek. That way, you can take more of me in, and you don’t gag, Baby,” he instructed kindly.

Xenia
followed his directions and smiled as she noticed the difference. She put more of him in her mouth, lapping and sucking at him, while delicately rubbing his scrotum. She licked the head like an ice cream cone, flicking her tongue over it playfully before popping it inside her wet and waiting mouth again. Saint moaned loudly, his left hand gripped the sheets as he sighed. “You’re doing really good, Baby,” he panted. His toes curled as she increased her speed, going from licking and sucking his balls to back up his shaft. He shut his eyes as his head fell back farther onto the headboard. “Shit!” he yelled as he started to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, matching her rhythm. “I’m going to cum, Baby,” he murmured as he abruptly pulled out of her mouth and pushed her down forcibly on the bed. Grabbing the bottom of his thick, veiny shaft with his right hand, he quickly pushed deeply inside her as he bent her legs back as far they would go towards her head. He shouted out loudly, primal and in need, as he pumped in and out of her so hard her body vibrated up and down, making the bed shake vigorously. He put his hand on her forehead, stroking her hair back gently as he looked deeply in her eyes, his mouth open as he looked into her soul while his body floated in her wetlands of pure ecstasy. He cried out so loud, seemingly shaking the walls of the bedroom like a booming bass speaker. He thrust deeply in her a few more times before exploding in a thick, white creamy emulsion. He moaned, twitching as the last drops of his appreciation fired. He pulled out, heaving as he fell back onto the headboard. Unexpectedly, she grabbed his dick, sucking the head, taking the remainder of his vanilla with her. Saint hastily pushed her hair out of her face, trying desperately to get a clear view. His chest rose and fell sporadically as Xenia finally slowed down. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You taste like pineapple,” she said as she smiled up at him.

Saint laughed, sticking his long tongue out flirtatiously as he rubbed her behind with his fingertips. “I had a pineapple smoothie yesterday right before I picked you up from the airport,” he said. “Good observation.” He grabbed her elbow and gently ushered her up to his chest, then kissed her shoulder blade. “Can I get that ride now?” he asked as he winked at her.

* * *

One week later…

“Oh, no, I get it. You don’t have to repeat it,” Saint laughed as he walked around his home office on his cell phone. “Fuck you and what you’ve been through. This shit isn’t personal. I’m about my business and your offer is insulting. I’m not going down there to Klan land only to be paid like that. You need to call my agent, Rodger, and tell him that shit and see what happens,” Saint laughed. “Oh, no, I get it. I understand times are hard, but what you’re failing to understand is that you’re in the burning cross capital of the country, and if you want me to risk my ass down there for some little coin, you’re playing yourself. And the worst of it is that I do some engagements for free. I do, but not that one! You mothafuckas kill me with this shit. You act like it’s about the money when I tell you ‘no,’ but it’s really about the principle. I’m not going to be taken for granted. If this was a charity event, like the one I did for some Iraq war vets, it’d be different. No, this is for some good ol’ boys, some rednecks. That’s cool. I get it – rednecks love Black pussy too, but I’m not going down to the middle of bumblefucky for that type of coin, and I’ve repeated myself several times now, so this is what you need to do: reconsider what you can offer, and if you can’t offer more to make it worth my ass getting on a plane, the most I can give you is a teleconference. Real talk, gotta go.” Saint closed his cell phone and sat back down at his desk.