Saint And Sinners (22 page)

“Nah, I don’t need to do that.” Shaking his head, he stood straight and began to approach
her. She took a step back and he took two forward. They continued on until her back
stood flush against the cold ass wall. Trapping her, he placed one arm beside her
left ear, and the other beside the right. “So, you think New York will eat you up?”
He winked at her and smirked. “It might. It likes to chew people up and spit them
out though…so don’t worry, you won’t be digested,” he joked, causing her to look away
and grin.

Relief coursed over her clammy flesh from the cool wall, which offered reprieve, as
her body grew hotter. Her reflection danced in his eyes, and she could smell the cognac
on his breath, mixed in with the scent of his imported cherry cigars. She swallowed,
trying to keep him at bay, but he simply wouldn’t have it.

He traced his finger down the slick flesh of her chest as he looked at her breasts
heaving out of her damn form-fitting bright red tank top. “Do you know how turned
on some men become when they smell their mates sweat? When the pores cry out? I’ve
told you so many times, Xenia, that we’re nothing but animals…we just happen to have
a higher vibration is all.”

“Yeah, you’ve said that.” She glared at him head on now, unblinking. She’d suddenly
gotten her second wind, itching to hear what this sexy bastard had to say.

“There’s nothing nasty about me wanting to sample you, nibble on you, eat you up.”
He leaned down, yet kept her entrapped as he planted a slow, loud kiss on her shoulder.
“Everything that is a part of you I accept, even your dirty sweat. Sweat is mostly
water and impurities. Impurities make us human, desire makes us lovers.” He kissed
her other shoulder, forcing her to glance up at the ceiling and slowly close her eyes
as the motherfucker seduced the shit out of her.

“When it comes to you, baby, when it comes to us, there is nothing off limits as long
as we both agree to it. Now.” He placed his palms on her shoulder and looked into
her eyes, as if she were a schoolgirl needing a pep talk. “I think you know what’s
getting ready to happen…” He stepped back from her, his face impassive, letting his
words sink in, and reached for his pants. Flinging them off his body, he then removed
his shirt in the same fashion. His socks soon followed, and his underwear, too. The
only thing left on his skin was that necklace, gleaming under the lights, and a self-assured
smile.

“Saint, I’m…” She smiled, tasting the saltiness of her skin as she ran her tongue
across her upper lip. “Let me just…shower, okay? I promise to make it fast.” She moved
from the wall, knowing damn well he was going to intervene, turn it into a production.

“What did I just say to you, huh?”

Before she knew it, he was tugging at her arm, and forcing her down on the shiny white
floor. The cold hard floor hitting her, she struggled against his weight. Then, she
got a whiff of his musky cologne, and her pussy had a fucking spasm.

“No, no shower, baby,” he said into her ear, causing her damp hair to blow. His warm
breath tickled her ear in an erotic way. She kept clumsily trying to struggle, knowing
it was all an act. Yet before she could continue down her road of make-believe, the
man flicked out his long tongue and wagged it lewdly at her, then slid it slowly up
the side of her sweaty face, causing her to twist in horror and delight.

Saint pulled and tugged at her tank top, yanking so hard she was certain the damn
thing would split in half. It was only from Target, she wasn’t going to pitch a fit,
but she loved that shirt all the same! She grimaced when he looked down at her, making
a meal of her with his eyes.

“I could smell you all the way down the fuckin’ hall…” he murmured before showering
her neck with abrupt, hard kisses. “What you view as a turn off is a turn on to me…
I like this, this animal you’ve become… Let me taste that salty pussy…” His eyes darkened
in a millisecond, almost frightening her as he drifted lower and lower until he had
her gray workout capris in his clutches. She shuddered when he pulled them so fast
down her legs, the coolness of the room had her thighs covered in goose bumps. Now…she
regretted not putting on any damn panties.

Saint ran his big, warm hand over her pussy, the soft, well-trimmed hairs saturated
with perspiration.

“Uh, Saint, I think—”

“If you don’t be quiet…I swear!” he threatened as he surveyed her honey pot. And then,
he did the unthinkable. He closed his eyes and did a hard, deep dish inhale… His whole
damn body shivered, then he gripped her hips with his palms and buried his nose smack
dab between her thighs.

“Oh God…” She trembled beneath him, pissed that she found the nasty scene so fucking
erotic. She wanted to beg him to at least let her get a wet wipe, hell, even a tissue,
something, anything! They were both so meticulous about their hygiene, the entire
episode felt somewhat surreal…but of course, when it came to sex, Saint was a dirty,
erotic mess. The filthier, the better, the more he was turned on—and dare she admit
it, she was, too…

…And he knew it.

“Ohhh!” She closed her eyes and gulped when the tip of his tongue burrowed into her
slit. He went to work, flicking the damn thing faster and faster until he made his
way to her clit and encircled it with his warm mouth. He grasped her ass, squeezing
it, slightly lifting her lower body off the damn floor. “Shit…” She swallowed harshly
once again, trying desperately to relax. Opening one eye, and then another, she peered
between her legs, watching the man eat her up as if he were ravenous.

“Calm down…you don’t stink,” he paused to murmur with a smile, then went back to work.
“Try to relax because I want to do some beautiful things to you, baby, and I don’t
want you to miss a
thing
.” He moved his tongue in a slow, hard, circular motion along her smooth, wet bud,
forcing it out of its safe hooded lair. Cocking his head to the side, he pushed the
tip of his oral sword harder onto her nub.

“…That’s it,” he encouraged, cherishing her physical reactions to his ridiculously
divine skills. “Yeah…that clit is cummin’ to Daddy now…” Every time he spoke, warmth
escaped his mouth, causing her to leak her honey just a bit more. He removed one hand
from her ass, popped his finger in his mouth then inserted the hot, wet digit inside
of her.

“Mmmmm!” She reached for his wrist but couldn’t find procure it. In and out, in and
out, he maneuvered his finger within her, first soft and slow, then a bit faster and
harder. And then…he had her! She bucked uncontrollably against his lips, and he smacked
and sucked and lightly nibbled, all while he finger fucked her frantically until she
poured torrid libations. “Oh God! Shit!” She writhed about, not sure where the hell
she was going. “Saint! I’m cumming again…shit!”

He kept right on, not tearing himself away from her, and gave her another orgasm.
She arched her back upward from the cold, hard floor while her eyes brimmed with moisture
and her mouth opened to scream yet… no damn sound came out; she was fucking speechless.
He slid one finger out of her, but kept the other soaked in her essence as he climbed
up her body and looked down at her sternly. Like a mountain, he cast a shadow upon
her form, blocking all light.

Too. Much. Fucking. Man. To. Handle.

His huge dick swung against her thigh. He just hovered above her like a big ass brick
wall, looking down at her, as if he were midnight and it was time to say goodnight.
Unable to resist, she rose and circled the damn thing with her hands, finding soft
flesh wrapped around the hardness of the muscle beneath. The thick, winding veins
felt satiny against her exploring thumb. The head bobbed helplessly, the slit slicked
with clear moisture. Saint leisurely ran his hand through his hair, exposing his jet-black
underarm hair for a moment. He lowered his arm and kept staring at her, thrusting
his hips ever so gently as she continued to massage his manhood.

“If you want to fuck me, then
do it
.” His raspy voice brimmed with demand, need.

She narrowed her eyes as her pussy continued to pour on the damn floor.

“I want to take you in like my own breaths…” She had no idea where the words came
from, but the utterance came from her, and she meant every damn syllable. She didn’t
miss the way his upper lip curved at her admission.

“I like that,” he offered quietly. “I love your body, Xenia. But I always want to
fuck your mind first…”

“And you do.” Reaching between her own trembling thighs, she placed her fingers against
her flooded pussy lips and gently rubbed the folds in a circular motion, playing with
them, sighing at her own touch. “Uhh…” she moaned, caressing her own whispers as she
revved herself up impossibly further. She felt his hungry gaze on her, watching, getting
off on the sight. His breathing grew faster and louder and before long, he pinned
her down with his heavy, heated body, abruptly pushed her teasing fingers aside, and
entered her hard, causing them both to yell out. Sliding up and down against the cold,
hard floor was driving her crazy as he thrust in and out of her, staring her in the
damn eyes, daring her to say anything, do anything to stop him. Her back muscles ached
and her shoulder blade grew sore as he made her body bend and grind and move to the
percussion of his aggressive, heaving beat.

“Uhhhh!” He grunted harshly, grabbing a fistful of her hair before sliding his tongue
inside her mouth. As they roughly kissed, pain, pleasure, perspiration and pussy juice
mixed, blended and formed an addictive cocktail. “Uhhhh! I…don’t want to just make
you cum,” he said, his brows drawing together. He gave it to her, his toes pressing
into the floor as he gained leverage and rocked his cock like a stick shift within
her. “I want you to
arrive
!” His dick stretched her open a bit wider…the fucker growing bigger, thicker as he
became more turned on.

She ran her fingers up his back, now slick with sweat. Now, she had dried and he was
saturated. What a change of events… He labored feverishly, working and popping his
hips like a professional dancer. His mouth dropped slightly ajar as he scavenged for
breath, running himself ragged with each hard thrust.

“Shit! Uhhh!” He kept on, pinning her shoulders down, forcing her into another orgasm.

“Owwwww!” She stretched her neck and strained, glaring up at the ceiling as she clawed
at his back but he didn’t stop. He pressed down on her, flattening her breasts with
his chest, to suck on the side of her neck, sending her into a nosedive of jubilation.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him further into her, wrapped her legs
around his waist.

“I like it!” she screamed. Saint was giving her sensations her body fought to feel,
keep and never relinquish. The head of his dick bumped inside her, pushing, forging
ahead, over and over as her walls clung to his charging shaft.

“If you like it, I
love
it, baby.” His words carried a smile that she couldn’t see, though she knew it was
stamped on his mesmeric face. His voice was becoming more rugged, ragged, letting
her know he was holding back his climax, trying desperately to wear her ass out before
he exploded. She forced his face towards her. The damn golden eyes had become the
prettiest shade of purple she’d ever seen.

“It’s…for you.” He smiled sadly. He’d mustered the strength to create it, and she
couldn’t imagine what it took for him to do such…but it brought tears to her eyes
as her body continued to tremble with aftershocks of her repeated orgasms.

“Saint…they are beeeaaaautiful!” She traced the shell of his ears with delicate fingertips,
then froze when he sped up the pace. His gaze never left hers so he could let her
see what she’d made him become. His gift to her, in the middle of it all, his heart
flooded for her…she could see it, feel it, almost taste it.

“Uhhhh….” He gasped as he gripped her hips securely against his thrusting groin, his
short nails digging into her flesh. His mouth gaped open within an expression of pain
and restraint. He held her so damn tight it almost hurt, but she knew that expression
all too well—Saint was floating on a cloud of intense pleasure. “Uhhhh!” He jammed
his cock in but stopped right there, frozen and flooding her with voluminous warmth.
His body went into short convulsions as he shivered on top of her, filling her up,
jerking inside of her love, sheathed in her cocoon, shooting the slick liquid into
the vessel that she was. “Uhhh…” Then, his lips slowly came together as he was rendered
silent, soon followed by the lids lowering over those mesmerizing amethyst eyes…slowly,
so very slowly…

“Mmmm.” He groaned roughly into her ear as he wrapped his hand gently around the front
of her neck—a light but possessively divine act.

After a few minutes had passed and the sweat from his body had drawn cold against
her exposed flesh, she twisted beneath him just so, to steal a kiss. His lips curved
in a smile and he reached upward, stroking her cheek.

“Now,” he said, his voice full of fog. The man was sleepy and would soon be passed
out. “Let’s talk about…” He yawned, smacked his lips a bit and continued. “Your concerns
with movin’… I didn’t forget.”

“You just got distracted.” She smirked, but of course, he couldn’t see her as he lay
plopped on the floor, eyes jammed closed and partially wrapped around her body like
a boa constrictor. Even in the clumsy way he looked draped around her, with a dash
of S&M as he placed his hand back around her throat, he was still fucking beautiful
from the top of his black, thick wavy hair, down to his long, golden feet with the
diamond shaped birthmark.

“Yeah.” He paused, fighting sleep harder than a prized fighter now. “I suppose I did.
Won’t you tell me?” He slowly opened his eyes, and she squealed in excitement to see
they were in fact
still
her favorite color.

“How long will that last?” She couldn’t wipe the grin off her face.