The Naughty Sins Of A Saint (13 page)

CHAPTER 4

Xenia
looked around the cream and earth-toned hotel room. Beyond the dome-shaped living area, the fantastic night view caught her eye. She couldn’t believe they had been out talking and making out for so long. The clock read 12:07AM.

She rubbed her arms and looked out at the gorgeous star-studded view as Saint freshened up and prepared two cups of green tea. He handed Xenia a cup as she walked away from the window and sat down on the couch. Saint sat directly beside her. He had removed his shirt as soon as they had entered his hotel suite, giving her an opportunity to take an even closer look at his beautifully designed chest, shoulders, and abs. Xenia leaned back farther on the couch and noticed a tattoo on Saint’s back. Jet-black lines perfectly illustrated a large, Black angel.

“Wow, what a tattoo,” Xenia said, after swallowing hard from the cup of tea. Her fingers drummed the cup as her nerves pounded on her stomach like an African drum, causing mild cramping fits.

“Yeah, I’ve had it for about four years now,” Saint said as he finished his tea. He set his cup down abruptly, stood up, and faced her. He chewed the side of his bottom lip as he removed his pants. Xenia’s heart started to pound again.

‘Damn, he’s moving fast! Oh, my God, this is really happening. I’m about to see his dick,’ she thought, as she briefly looked away into her tea cup.

Saint stared at her with intensity as he played out various sexual scenarios in his mind. ‘I’m going to do something to you tonight I’ve never done for anyone else. You’re going to remember this for the rest of your life, Baby,’ he thought.

 He removed the rest of his clothing with little hesitation. Finally, he was completely naked for her viewing pleasure. He stood there looking down at her, his strong arms at his sides, exposed and enjoying every second of her gawking. Xenia sat back and burst out laughing.

“I have to admit I didn’t expect it to be like that. It’s actually pretty big. Wow! You’re half Korean after all.” She continued to laugh as she shook her head back and forth and crossed her legs. Saint remained silent and took her by the hand, leading her into the massive hotel bedroom. Xenia continued to laugh uncontrollably as she clumsily followed behind him.

“I see your defense mechanism has kicked in,” Saint said with slight agitation, as her chuckling continued way past its expiration date. “Do you always giggle like that when you’re nervous? You won’t be laughing for long.” Before she could respond, he said, “Stand right here,” as he plugged in his iPod, putting on a special playlist he had made for her. She watched as he lit two large, red candles and removed several oils from his luggage.

Saint set them down neatly on the nightstand, then returned to Xenia. He kissed her again with the same powerful passion he had in the park, this time bringing her close to his naked body so that she could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach.

“I’m going to take your clothes off,” Saint said softly as he lifted her shirt up, exposing her hard nipples under the black, see-through fabric. Xenia immediately started fixing her hair after he cast her jersey shirt and tank top aside. He kept his eyes glued to hers as he fell to his knees before her. Saint peeled down her leggings and slid them off her long, toned legs. He brought them to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. He grabbed the sides of her underwear, rolling the fabric past her curvy hips. He inhaled deeply as the scent of her excited womanhood floated gently past him. His raven hair lightly brushed against her slightly knocked knees. He bit his bottom lip as his heart rate increased and the lightheaded feeling of intoxicating lust flowed through him. Saint stood up and reached behind her back with his large hands as he unclasped all three hooks of her black bra. Xenia was far from a virgin, yet thoughts of ‘What will he think of me in the morning?’ crept into her head. She suddenly felt self-conscious as she compared her body to his. He seemed flawless. She was unable to detect anything that was out of place. She, on the other hand, had stretch marks from a teenage growth spurt and a few dents of cellulite along her backside.

 “You need to see yourself as I see you,” Saint said, seeming to read her mind. “You’re exactly how you should be – how you should look. There is nothing more pleasing to my eyes than you.” He pointed to the bed, “Lie down on your stomach.”

Xenia
complied. She put her head on the pillow and rested her arms. Saint reached for one of the eucalyptus scented massage oils and opened it. He straddled her back as he poured oil between his hands, rubbing them together until the friction warmed the potion to the ideal temperature. Xenia soon felt his strong hands massaging her back, working the tissue until it seemed all the knots and strain were completely gone. He went over her shoulders, pressing into her skin and gently moving his palms up and down her spine until her back glistened. Xenia moaned lightly as her body turned to putty with each rub and chop he administered. She soon felt his hands working her upper and inner thighs with precision as he turned around, now facing the opposite direction. He migrated to the back of her knees, her calves, then her feet. He rose off of her and reached over her, then selected another oil – peppermint. He walked around the bed. This time he concentrated on her French-pedicure painted feet. He gently turned her over onto her back. The sweet aroma of peppermint filled the room. She felt herself flirting with sleep as her eyelids lowered then flew open again as he straddled the front of her, massaging her collar bone with his thumbs. He looked down at her with intensity.

‘He’s going to fuck me silly,’ she thought, both frightened and excited from the penetrating look in his eyes.

Saint palmed her round, warm breasts, sticking the tip of his tongue out momentarily as he salivated over the mere appearance of their Hershey goodness. He worked his way down to her stomach, kissing the slight pooch he had affectionately rubbed earlier while on the merry-go-round. Moving further south, he turned around once again, and pushed his fingers up and down her thighs, almost pinching her flesh with each stroke. He arrived at her knees, legs, and the front of her feet. He worked his fingers delicately between her toes, massaging the balls and heels of her feet as he went along. On the sound system, Estelle sang “Let’s Fall in Love.”

“Xenia,” Saint said softly as he turned to face her again.

Xenia
awoke from her relaxed state. “Yes?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows, causing her breasts to fall forward.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Saint asked. “I don’t know if you’re really ready. Once you do this with me, you’ll never be the same.”

Xenia
waved her hand at him, “Your ego is too big for this room. I know you think you’re the shit and you talk a good game. I’ll believe it when I see it.” She looked at him, pursing her lips. “Yeah, I read that tramp’s book about you. That could’ve been a publicity stunt from your marketing team.”

Saint smiled and nodded, “OK, whatever you say. Can you handle having your pussy eaten first?”

Xenia
laughed. “Of course,” she rolled her eyes. “What do you mean handle?”

“I mean done correctly. I doubt you’ve ever had it done right because if you had, you wouldn’t take it so lightly. I’ll show you,” Saint said as he gently pushed her back down onto the cool sheets. Xenia felt him slowly and gently spread her legs open. She looked up at the ceiling, anticipating his next move. Saint slid his body between her legs, lying flat on his stomach in between them as his broad shoulders pinned snugly against her inner thighs. He closed his eyes, placing his ready lips on her soaking wet pussy, nestling his chin and mouth on her lower lips. He licked her with slow, circular motions. He opened his mouth and sucked lightly over her wetness, occasionally teasing her inner thighs with tiny butterfly kisses. Using one hand, he guided her pussy farther open while he held onto her left thigh. Xenia closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sweet sensations.

Saint opened his eyes and looked up at her, his chin and lips glossy from her pussy juice. He wanted to look into her eyes. “You’ve got a pretty pussy,” he moaned. “Sit up for a minute and watch me tongue fuck you. Look down.” Xenia rose up on her elbows and watched as he started to move his tongue roughly from side to side, up and down in sharp, jagged movements. She shivered as she felt his oral pattern tiptoeing, then hammering all over her pussy, making her cream on the bed. He opened her folds even wider, forcing his tongue deep inside. Xenia looked closely at him, her moist lips parting as she sighed. She shook, awakening herself from the lull of an oral coma. She cracked a slight smile as she heard Tupac telling her through the speakers that “He’d rather be her Nigga…”

She glanced at Saint. His tongue was exceptionally long and pointy at the tip. He darted it in and out of her, slowing down, then speeding up, working her like a stickshift. She sighed and moaned at the unbelievable pleasure he was giving her. Xenia ran her fingers through his black, satiny hair as she fell backwards onto the bed. He gently licked and sucked, rotating in every direction until he had covered her entire slit at least three times with tiny, wet loops of love. He stiffened the tip of his tongue and swiftly worked it over her clit as he grabbed her thighs tightly, pressing her ass into the bed. Xenia squealed, her toes curling as he flicked his oral teaser over her clit over and over, causing it to grow and move steadfastly out of its hood and holler for sweet mercy.

“Oh, shit. Ahhh, damn it!” Xenia cried as her orgasm built up stronger and stronger with each passing second. Saint continued to work her clit with his tongue while he slid his finger inside her, chasing after her G-spot with ruthless abandon. He slid another finger then a third, pressing them firmly together as he pushed up onto her crying pussy walls, causing her to shake and cream all over his fingers. He sped up his licks on her clit, changing over to gentle nibbles and soft sucking.

“Oh, my God,” Xenia screamed as her eyes looked up at the ceiling, pleading with the heavens above then shooting back down to him. “What are you doing to me?”

Saint continued his tongue work, remaining silent as he created the reaction he wanted, a second and third orgasm followed soon by another. His wish was granted as he felt her tremble as her pussy bumped against his mouth. Xenia lied in her wetness, spent and in shock, her lower back briefly lifting from the sheets. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she tried to plant her feet flat to no avail. She felt hot and cold at the same time. Her pussy ached wonderfully, blessing her with clamped-down contractions, forcing her stomach to cave with each breath she took. Saint sluggishly sat up and slowly licked the liquor from his lips. Xenia looked at him, her mouth open, unable to speak. She watched as he now sucked his fingers, one by one, swallowing her juices happily.

On the sound system, Aaliyah chimed in the background, “Oh it’s gonna be hot like fire, I’m gonna take you, take you higher, you can’t resist, kiss, kiss, and kiss and kiss and kiss.”

Her body craved him like a drug. She lunged at him, quickly grabbing him around his waist and pulling him forcibly on top of her. She clamped him down, securing his body to hers with her legs and arms, clutching anxiously at his lower back, digging her nails into his hard ass, then sliding her hands ruggedly up his back and neck frantically calling out, “Fuck me!” Though still throbbing, she desired him so badly she thought she would explode if she didn’t feel his immense cock inside her immediately.

‘Caught, conquered, devoured,’ Saint thought as he prepared to give her exactly what she desired.

Saint rose forward and kissed her cheek. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue and slicked it inside her mouth. “Taste yourself,” he whispered, then kissed her long and passionately. Saint moved to her favorite erogenous zone, stroking her neck up and down with his mouth as he intertwined his fingers with hers above their heads. He pressed her hands into the bed, clasping them tightly. Saint licked her nipples lightly, then sucked them with force, teetering on pleasure and pain. Xenia cried out again as she wrapped her thighs tighter around his grinding abdomen and hips.

“What the – Saint?” Xenia screamed. “Fuck me! I want to feel you in me.” She unhinged one of her hands from his and reached down between their bodies, desperately trying to grab his throbbing rock hard dick. He swatted her hand away and pinned her arms back onto the bed as he moved up from her breasts and sucked and kissed her neck, making her go limp as he worked her over, sure to leave a love bite for all to see the following day. He continued to remain quiet as he pressed the head of his thirsty cock against her pussy. He coarsely rubbed the head of his dick over her opening, letting the head dip in and out repeatedly.

“Put it in, all the way. Don’t tease me!” she urged, flailing as her body quaked. She felt him lie his weight on her again, keeping her restrained to the bed as he continued to kiss her body all over.

“What? Fuck you, Saint. I fuckin’ hate you! You vain, crazy, son of a bitch! Either fuck me or get the hell off!” she screamed as she dug her heels into the bed, tightly gripping the sheets. “You better fuck me right now!” she screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Saint stopped kissing her neck and looked into her eyes, his facial expression showing pity as he stroked her cheek as if calming a wild animal.

“You’re definitely her. You’re the one,” he said with a smile. “You told me I couldn’t handle you though, remember? You told me my ego was too big for this room. Look how you’re acting, and you haven’t even seen anything yet. What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? That was just a sample, Baby. Why aren’t you talking all that shit now? I warned you. You didn’t listen. You can’t handle this dick right now. You’ll have to wait.”