When Saint Goes Marching In (7 page)

“Saint, don’t!” Xenia pleaded as she felt her eyes losing focus.

“Pussy so juicy,” Saint whispered as he continued on, anticipating her body becoming totally limp and she fast asleep. “You keep cummin’ and cummin’ in my mouth baby, climax after climax. I love it. Give me that candy, baby.”

Relentlessly, he continued to make her disappear within herself until she was once again lost to the world. He smiled, extremely pleased with himself. He softly kissed her inner thighs, pinched them, then went back to lightly licking her dripping cat.

Xenia
blinked. Her eyes opened slowly. She looked around, closed her eyes again and sighed.

“This passing out shit has been going on for years with us, and I’m still not used to it!” she exclaimed. “Damn you!”

Saint laughed huskily as he rose, gripping his hard dick as he knelt before her. Xenia looked up at it, as it hovered only inches away from her face. She rose, pressed her back against the headboard and licked her lips as she placed both of her hands around it, bringing him inside her mouth. Saint groaned and looked down at her as she bathed him with delicious mouthwatering goodness. He gently held the back of her head, bringing her down farther onto him.

“Damn yes, baby,” Saint moaned as he watched his wife’s head moving up and down his shaft. “Mmmm.”

Xenia
stopped and looked up at him with a naughty expression. “Let me kiss you,” she said before enclosing the head of his dick in her mouth again.

Saint smiled.

“Come here, then.” Xenia sucked on him a few seconds longer, then lifted her lips to his and jammed her tongue in his mouth. Saint’s hold tightened on the back of her head as he kissed her back passionately, running his fingers through her thick, soft tangles. He roughly pushed her back on the bed to kiss and suck on her breasts feverishly as he ran his fingers up and down her body.

“Oh yes,” Xenia hissed. “Give me your dick back.”

Saint lifted up and fed himself to her. She welcomed him back into her mouth and sucked enthusiastically.

“Shit, baby, like that,” Saint moaned as he looked down and watched his wife handle his cock like a pro. He thrust gently in and out of her mouth as she took as much of him as she could inside.

“You’re too good at this,” he smiled.

Xenia
looked up at him and winked.

“Let me fuck you,” Saint gasped as he pulled himself out of her mouth.

 She reached down and rubbed her clit as she waited for Saint to get situated and plunge his long, thick cock inside her. Saint covered her and rubbed himself over her engorged pussy. Xenia wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. He loved teasing her; he wanted to hear those magic words.

“Come on, Saint,” she begged.

“You want this big dick in your wet, little pussy, baby?” he asked as he licked his bottom lip.

“Yes, come on.” Xenia’s eyes grew wider and larger. He never got enough of making love to his wife. They made love as often as possible, rarely missing the time together unless Saint was out of town on business, but it was never enough for either of them. He would find himself resisting the urge to jack-off at work while he’d talk to her on the phone or look at her photo on his office desk. Sometimes he couldn’t fight it and would lock his office door and release his frustration as he stared dreamily at her photographic image. Their sexual, physical, mental and spiritual addiction to one another only grew worse as each year passed.

“Come on, baby!” Xenia screamed as she spread her legs wider in an invitation he couldn’t refuse.

Saint looked down at her pussy and then into her eyes as he covered her body with his and slid his tongue into her mouth. He pushed deep inside her, making her moan, cream and scream as their bodies instantaneously melted together.

“Ahhh,” they sighed in unison, holding on tightly to one another. “Fuck that dick, baby. Yeah, keep those legs spread and those hips moving just like that.” Xenia grinded upwards and met Saint’s rhythm as he danced inside her, swaying and dipping his hips like a professional salsa dancer.

“I swear your pussy gets even better with time, like wine. Fuck!” Saint yelled as he thrust in and out of her. “So wet, so soft. I love it, baby.”

Xenia
held onto his back tightly as he drilled her with all of his might until she cried out and dragged her nails up and down his back, leaving four long reddened streaks.

“Your dick feels so good. I can’t wait ‘til you get home. You make me play with myself when you’re not here,” Xenia bucked against him.

“Mmmmmm!” Saint groaned, turned on by her confession. He opened his eyes, knowing instinctively by her breathing and heart rate that she was reaching her much awaited volcanic orgasm. He loved watching her large, dark sexy eyes slowly roll back in her head, her full, moist lips part and her head fall back as she reached her climax. Saint worked his dick, his eight pack stomach rippling back and forth as he dipped in and out of her, rotating counter clockwise, brushing bumpily against her clit with each forceful thrust. He panted as he went in and out of her, her pussy whisky glazing his stiff tool. Xenia watched him as he struggled to keep his climax at bay. Saint felt her body shake beneath his. He grabbed her thighs, putting them over his shoulders as he continued to thrust deep within her, moving so fast the smacking noise of their bodies echoed in the room.

“Yes! That’s it! Yes!” Xenia yelled, placing her hand on his hard lower stomach as it bumped against her pussy. She trembled violently underneath him.

“Mmm baby, I love that fuck face – so pretty.” He caressed her cheeks as he continued to thrust in and out of her, making sure to bump against her clit. Saint slid his thumb in her mouth.

A moan escaped him as she sucked it while the orgasm continued to ride her body. “Shit. You feel so good,” he gasped.

“I love you so much,” Xenia said with feeling as she calmed down, small vibrations still wrecking her slick, hot body.

Saint gripped her ass cheeks and thrust inside her, hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, as if sensing his urgency as he groaned in her ear and shot his load deep within her.

“Fuck!” Saint yelled as the last of him swam inside her, his pelvis thrusting rapidly. “Oh, my God, Xenia – damn!” His head fell limply on her breasts, their bodies slick together. They lie in the aftermath, interwoven in sexual bliss.

Xenia
ran her fingers through his damp hair. “I love your smell.”

He reached down and grabbed her free hand, bringing it to his mouth, and kissed it. “Baby, I love you so much,” he sighed.

Xenia
smiled. “I know. I never doubt that.”

Saint got out of bed, took her hand and led her into their en suite bathroom. He pressed a button on the wall and music began to play – Mac Miller’s “She Said.” He turned on the shower and they both stepped in the clear large enclosure. Saint grabbed a fresh washcloth, poured strawberries and cream body wash onto it and meticulously went over his Queen’s body, from head to toe. Xenia smiled as he raised her arms gracefully, washing around in circles, leaving sudsy trails before he gently brought her under the water with him to rinse her off.

Xenia
returned the favor, and chuckled when he jumped while she cleaned his penis. She spent too much time there, working him into a frenzy, as her warm hands glided over it repeatedly.

Saint yanked himself out of her hands, quickly rinsed the soap away and without a second to lose, pinned her abruptly against the shower wall, slid her higher and shoved forcefully upward inside her, making her scream and quake as the water rained on their squeaky clean bodies.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Saint groaned with every thrust.

“Ah, baby!” Xenia held on tightly to him as he pumped inside her. They stared at each other intensely as Saint moved in and out of her, her hands locked around his neck and her legs around his waist as she once again experienced multiple orgasms.

“Yes! Keep cummin’ on that dick, baby!” Saint continued to thrust, closing his eyes tightly as he moved happily inside Xenia. She pressed her lips to his, grinding her hips as they snaked their tongues past one another, matching the rhythm of their bodies, not missing a beat. Saint reached between them and massaged her clit as he continued to push upward inside her.

“So good,” Saint panted. “I can never…get enough of you. I’m so addicted to you.”

Xenia
smiled and closed her eyes, turned her head and shuddered in his strong arms.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with us, but I never want it to end.” she said breathlessly as her entire body continued to shake as he once again managed to hit her G-Spot with the tip of his dick, and caused her to fall apart in his arms.

“I’m always hungry for you, baby. You drive me crazy – beautiful, sexy body – pussy so wet,” Saint muttered.

“Damn you are so fuckin’ sexy,” Xenia said with absolute conviction.

“Thank you, baby, so are you. I just want to please you. You ready for me, baby?” he whispered, as he gazed at her under the warm water, his black hair slick and wet. Xenia nodded. They both released, Xenia’s orgasm clutched onto his and they came at the same time, yelling each other’s names. Xenia clutched him tighter as he reared against her and screamed out his orgasm.

She traced his strong jaw bone with her fingers as they both struggled to keep themselves afloat. Saint briefly dropped his head onto her chest before placing her carefully back down on her feet. He looked at her, leaned against the wet shower wall, the water bursting out of the shower head onto his back, blocking most of her temple. He placed his arms around her, pinned her to his body. Water now ran down his face and chest in thick, clear ropes. His long, dark eyelashes separated as the gushing water continued to run between them. He kissed her, an intense kiss, and he wished it could go on forever.

“Mmm,” Saint smiled as he pulled away from her, kissing her cheek then chin before turning off the water. They stepped out of the shower, dried off and parted ways as Xenia left to dry off and get dressed while Saint stayed in the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the bed, turned on the television and searched for the weather forecast. Saint picked up his cell phone and called Chantel.

“Um, hello,” Chantel answered.

Saint could swear he heard her giggling and her greeting was muffled, as if she were covering her mouth.

“Hi Chantel, thank you so much for watching the kids. You can leave now. I’ll be out to get them in a few minutes.”

“OK, no problem.” Chantel abruptly hung-up.

Xenia
pulled a dark green short sleeve shirt over her now bra covered breasts. She slid up her skinny jeans and ran her finger quickly through her wet tresses. They snuggled close together in the bed until they saw someone trying to turn their doorknob to no avail, followed by knocks on the door. Saint laughed as he stood and walked to the door.

“I’m actually surprised it took them
this
long,” he whispered to Xenia as he opened the door for the tiny, dynamic duo. The boys burst through, immediately running towards their parent’s bed and jumping onto it. Xenia reached down and hugged Hassani while Dakarai climbed onto Saint’s lap.

“Your bed is messed up again,” Hassani said as he stared ahead at the television. The weatherman showed a forecast of thirty percent chance of precipitation.

Xenia
stifled a chuckle.

“Yeah, it is,” Saint yawned as he crossed his ankles, leaned his head back against the headboard and held Dakarai on his lap.

“It’s messed up a lot, Mommy, but you and Daddy tell me…you tell me to keep my bed made up, but every time Daddy comes home, yours gets messed up,” Hassani said indignantly as he pointed at the disheveled red sheets.