Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (84 page)

“Xenia,” he said tenderly between kisses across her lips and cheek
. “Baby, you make me feel so free.”

She smiled into his lips, catching him on his pass back to them. Gripping his chin, she grinned, keeping him in place. Her perfume must’ve rubbed against his shirt because everywhere he turned, he could now smell it and he loved every flowery inhale. She
hooked her hands behind his neck, holding him in place as she kissed him back just as urgently. “See, you got me. You’re stuck with me now.” He laughed casually.

“It’s the best life sentence a woman could ask for
,” she whispered into his ear as he slowly reached between them, gripping the button of her goldenrod pants. Maneuvering his fingers along her zipper, he latched hold to it. Before long, he had her down to her sheer white panties. Licking his finger, he moved her panties aside and gently inserted it inside of her. She arched her back ever so slightly, soon welcoming two fingers, and then a third. Xenia closed her eyes and moaned as he rotated his fingers in and out of her, sliding his thumb across her clit and worked her up just where he wanted her. He cracked a grin and a light laugh escaped his mouth.

She slowly opened her eyes
and caressed the arm he supported himself on. “What are laughing at?”

“I just, uh, remembered when I did this to you the first time. We ended with this after the ride, but we’re kinda going in reverse now. I just wanted to touch you. I couldn’t wait.”

“See, some things never change,” she teased.

He leaned down, looking quite serious, and gently kissed her lips. He
pulled back, barely an inch away from her mouth. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Mmmm hmmmm
.” She kissed him back. “You know it does.”

Saint removed one finger
, feeling his cock swell at the sight of the saturated digit. Pushing two fingers back inside of her, her curved them up and rubbed gently against her G-Spot. Within seconds, her breathing became faster more erratic, and she ground her hips into his hand. He watched her closely, his own breathing catching as their mutual excitement grew.

“Uh, that feels…good…Saint.”
She bit her bottom lip and reached down to grip his wrist. He slowly increased his speed and wedged his leg between hers to ensure she didn’t clamp them closed. He continued on, waiting with anticipation to feel and see her climax. A slight dew of perspiration coated her face.

“Xenia, you are so fucking sexy, baby
,” he said seriously, as he moved his pelvis back and forth, humping at nothing but feeling the desire to fuck back as she rocked the air. He kept on until the woman was shrieking and thrashing about, falling to pieces, her pussy fastening on his thrusting fingers during the orgasmic paroxysms. “That’s it, baby! That’s it, just let it go!” he encouraged as she shook and bucked uncontrollably, her grip on his wrist strong, her nails digging into his flesh. It took several minutes for her to settle, and he enjoyed the show. She opened her eyes and smiled lazily.

Without a moment to lose, he hoisted her in his arms and carried her over to the Merry-Go-Round. He placed her on the black stallion. She gripped the pole, a bit woozy. Stepping away from her, he pulled a red lever and
got behind her, just as he had over eight years before…

The horse went up and down as carnival music played. He pressed his pelvis hard into her back and slid his arms around her waist, holding her so close, so very close. He watched their reflections in the shine of the rotating pole. He’d hunted this woman, and now he had her and if he had to hunt her every day for the rest of his life to keep her, he would. He
lifted his hands to her breasts, covering them. His big hands could barely take in the soft, tender flesh, but he managed. He slid them back and forth over the mounds until her nipples became hard and firm under his grip. He humped her ass a bit harder and faster, eliciting a raspy sigh. Over the years he’d noticed it seemed to be an erogenous zone for her and he linked it to their first encounter. He removed one hand from her body, reached into his pants and boxers and pulled out his erect dick. She gasped when he bumped the head against her back. Up and down, he traced her neck with tender kisses until she was turning into clay against his body.

“Rise up a bit, baby.”

She pressed her feet against the horse saddle and rose, allowing him to tug at her panties. Holding the pole with one hand, she steered the underwear down her legs until she was able to toss them off to the side.

“Stay up, just like that
,” he said softly and scooted even closer to her. “Okay, come down.” She came back down on the seat, and he immediately bent her forward and pushed his hand under her pelvis, tilting it toward him. He pressed hard against her, his face on her back. With one hand, he held her waist, while with the other, he guided himself inside of her, eliciting a low, gurgled moan that made him think he might shoot his load entirely too soon. She cooed and he grinned, slowing a bit so he could control himself.

“Baby, you got me so excited.” He laughed. “I almost embarrassed myself again.”

He felt her laugh, her back vibrating against him. He remained still for a moment or two, and then slowly thrust forward, causing the same gurgled moan, and then another. He knew he was hitting that spot, the one that drove her insane, and he watched her facial expressions in the pole—she was losing herself. The horse went up and down, up and down, while he went in and out, in and out.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her expression
one of sweet surrender.

“Shit…” she whispered helplessly, her hands gripping the pole with all of her might.

He continued to pump long and slow inside of her, leaned back for leverage, resting his hands behind him on the seat. Ushering his pelvis upward, he then drew almost all the way out of her, and pushed back in, torturing her with sweet thrusts. She glazed his cock with her warm juiciness, leaving a delightful sheen.

“Ahhhhhh
.” he groaned. “Ahhhhh.”

“Mmmmmm! Ohhhh
.”

H
e bumped into her soft, cushy ass cheeks, steadily increasing speed. Leaning forward, he kneaded her bouncing tits, riding her faster, their bodies slapping against one another. He looked down in the small slither of room he allowed between them, watching his dick disappear inside of her over and over and almost came undone.

“Uhhhhh
.” He sighed breathlessly, gripping her a little harder as that special feeling crept up his spine. He closed his eyes and felt her reach behind, holding onto his waist, pushing him even further inside. This was his ‘green light’. Reaching ahead of her, he placed his hands over hers on the steel rod and rocked into her hard and steady. Xenia jetted her ass out further, forcing him back, urging him on. “So, you just gonna stick your ass in my face, huh? And think I won’t do anything about it?” He grinned, glancing at their reflection.

She smiled and bumped and grinded her butt into his pelvis. He gripped her ass, digging his fingertips into the soft, fleshy mounds, rose up, leaned forward and rested his chin on her head. Her expression was sparked with confusion. Soon the woman was roaring as he reared back and pushed hard and deep inside of her at a sharp angle
while the horse descended downward, its white teeth bared between the painted silver reins.

“Uhhhh!”

“Shit, Saint!”

“Uhhhh!”
He thrust again and again, gripping her to him. The pivoting horse helped to create a ride of a lifetime. Crossing his arms around her breasts, he slid his face down to the side of hers. She braced herself and drew him in. The fight was tight, and his thrusts were deep and demanding.

“I feel that, baby. That’s just beautiful.”

Xenia lost herself and fell back into his embrace, her head bobbing as if she’d passed out. She jerked and vibrated violently in his grasp and he didn’t dare loosen his grip, lest she feel as if she’d fall. Saint continued to make love to her, forcing her to yell out and claw at the air. “That’s it, baby, that’s it…” He dropped one hand and slicked his index finger over her clit, eliciting one last moan from her as she soaked the hard, glossy saddle of the stallion.

“Damn it, Saint
.” She sighed lethargically. He gently kissed her neck, but continued to pound her ass, to crash into her soft, gorgeous body.

“Uhh! Uhhhh!” He drew near, allowing himself to race toward the
much desired climax. He paused, gripping her, and desperation filled him to the core.

He needed more.

“Baby, turn around.”

Xenia
took her time and with his help, she spun around, facing him with a surprised look on her face. Before she could form a coherent protest, he spread her legs wide open, placed her feet over his shoulders and dove back inside of her, provoking a deep, throaty moan, causing her eyes to roll back in euphoria.

“Oh….God!” she hissed as she gripped him around the back of his neck while he shoved his hot cock in and out of her soaking wet vessel.
The experience was so intense, Saint’s body and face felt like rock—hard and unyielding. Simply too much to take.

“Mmmmm! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

He sped up, fastening his body to hers as he administered short, lovely jabs, bumping into her clit on his upswing. Her facial expression did him in. Xenia was cumming again, and this time, he was cumming with her. They yelled out together, gripping one another, tearing at each other’s flesh.

“Uhhhhh! Oh God! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!”

“Saint, don’t stop, don’t stop! Keeping going just like that!”

“Uhhhh! Cum wit’ me!”

They stared intensely into each other’s eyes, and for a moment, it seemed as if the entire room had gone white. He could feel her but not see anything, his body was driving him into a world of pleasure and her body was the catalyst.

“You! Shit! Uhhhh!” he blurted, unable to finish his sentence as he gripped her so hard, he was sure he’d leave imprints in her flesh. Saint held on to her as he came again, his body contorting, driving him further inside of her. He could faintly hear her speaking as she sweetly caressed his face. After a few moments, he slowed, his body completely drained.
She smiled at him when he came to, out of his blissful daze. His groin spasmed, rendering him weak.

“Damn…” was all he could say as he slid off the horse,
maneuvered himself to the controls, gripped the lever and clumsily shut the damned thing down. He navigated his way past the other two horses and mechanisms, until he’d reached her again. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he planted a firm kiss on her lips, then gently brushed her disheveled hair away from her glistening eyes. “I love you so much, Xenia. I know you said to not be sorry, but I am and I promise you that when I get these next few…projects, off the table, you, me, the kids…we are going on a vacation…just the five of us.”

“That would be nice, honey.” She gripped his chin, leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. She burst out into a fit of giggles
when he suddenly grabbed her off the horse and led her back to the blanket.

“I know you’re hungry.” He winked at her then watched her diligently pop a ripe red cherry in her mouth.

“You know I am,” she said with her mouth full, her naked body, belly down, on the gathered blanket. He refilled their wine glasses. “Hey…”

“Yeah, baby?” He poured her glass, then his.

“Can we—” She paused, smiling mischievously.

He took a careful sip from his glass, crossed his leg under himself and leisurely leaned back on his left hand. “Why do you think we’re still here? This is just a breather. Believe you me, we are going to give that carousel a workout.” He chortled, causing her to blush and grin.

“This is…” She shook her head, searching for the right words. “So romantic. You never cease to amaze me, Saint…recreating our first date. Now that’s pretty neat.” She took a sip from her glass and grinned.

He rose from his rested position, moved toward her and tilted his head ever so slightly to the side. Placing a soft, wet kiss on her lips, he stared deep into her eyes.

“It was the one day in my life that changed my world forever, for the better. I love you so much, baby.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too, Saint…”

“I know you do. Your love is what keeps me going…”

~***~

Jagger washed the last dish and placed it on the rack. He leaned over his white kitchen sink, his shoulders slumped as both hands gripped the edge of the shiny, navy blue counter. He turned his head to the side, wanting to curse himself, wanting to run away. Dinner had been a success; in fact, it may have made things worse. The woman was clamoring all over him now. She’d disappeared into the hall bathroom, and he was bracing himself for the fall-out. He heard her re-emerge and turned to her, ready to blurt the whole sordid mess.

“Traci, there’s something I need to—”

But there she stood in her birthday suit—naked as the day she was born. Wearing only a wicked smile, she approached him and pressed her small, perky breasts with large, dark brown nipples into him. He sighed and tried to pull back, but it was no use. She wanted to make love, and there was nothing he wanted more. He’d been away, and they needed one another. Without another whisper, a word of warning, a bit of truth wrapped up tight in tales of angel wings, glowing eyes and thoughts yet read, he took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom. What was he thinking? He wasn’t thinking at all. In his mind, he’d planned to tell her after dinner but when she came out of that bathroom nude, her bare body brushing into him, he fell under her spell. He stood there for a while, reviewing their surroundings.