When Saint Goes Marching In

by Laveen, Tiana

  Saint stood, threw down his napkin and excused himself from the table. He swiftly entered the house through the patio door and climbed to the bedroom.

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  Xenia picked up Saints beer. Taking a big gulp, she slammed it down and followed her husband. She raced up the steps to the bedroom where Saint was already waiting for her on the bed, his toned, golden naked body in full display. One leg raised, he made her senses scream with need. His smile sent tremors through her body when she closed the door behind her. He put his hand behind his head and raised one leg as the other one remained straight. He tilted his head slightly to the left as he smiled at her and winked.

  He stood and walked behind her, confident in his nakedness. In paced movements, he helped her remove her jewelry and unhooked her dress. She slid it off her shoulders and it pooled on the floor around her. She stepped out of it and away from him to remove her undergarments.

  She did it leisurely, starting with the corset, every move meant to titillate her husband, to drive him wild with desire.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” he rasped as she walked over towards him with only her wedding bands and a smile.

  Grabbing her by the waist, Saint threw her on the bed and opened her legs. His mouth dove straight to her pussy. He sucked on her clit and drew delicate circles around it with his tongue, tormenting her. She sank her fingers into his hair and moaned.

  “Don’t stop, please.”

  She opened her legs like a hussy, urging him to get closer, to lick her juice until blessed release came to her.

  She hung to sanity by a thread when he gently pushed his tongue inside her and thrust in and out, faster with each passing moment. Meanwhile, his thumb found her clit and made it swell under his expert touch.

  “Hmmm, yes.”

  Saint worked on her until she snapped and back-to-back orgasms sent her spinning into orbit. But even then he didn’t stop as he continued to hungrily lap her juices.

  She screamed. Her body shook with the force of the climax. Saint caressed her hip and kissed her shoulder when he nestled close to her.

  She turned towards him and gently pushed him flat on his back.

  “Your turn now,” she said, and took his cock in her mouth.

  He groaned loudly when her tongue ran the length of him. Gently holding her by the back of the head, he brought her farther down, urging her to take more of him.

  “Damn, that feels so good,” he gasped as he closed his eyes.

  She felt his breaths go fast and shallow as she lavished him with extraordinary oral attention. She held on to the base of his shaft with both hands and took him in her mouth, moved her head up and down, varying pressure and swirling her tongue in nasty patterns up and down his long, thick shaft. She loved the feel of the rigid smoothness in her mouth.

  Saint was the only man she actually daydreamed about going down on. She’d get excited just thinking about it.

  He threw his head back and moaned. She felt him jerk beneath her, his leg spasming as he tried to control his reaction to no avail.

  “Baby, you’re about to make me cum…” he panted.

  Xenia paused. “Cum in my mouth, baby,” she demanded. “Let me taste you.”

  Saint lie back down and thrust gently to the rhythm of her suctioning movements.

  His balls tightened in her hand. He was close.

  “Ahhhhh, shit! Baby, I’m cumming…” he gasped as he relinquished control.

  Xenia braced herself and took more of him into her mouth. She closed her eyes and continued to work him as he jerked inside her mouth.

  “Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahh! Shit!” Saint fisted his hands in the sheets as he pumped his seed in her mouth. She drank all of it, to the last delicious drop.

  He kept cumming for a long time. Her mouth sucked around the sensitive head of his cock, milking him. After he was finished, she released him and Saint reached down and grabbed himself.

  He patted the bed motioning for her to lie down next to him. Swiftly, he worked himself to another erection and entered her. As she adjusted to his size, he kissed her face and neck.

  His thrusts were slow at first. His hips gyrated in the familiar way that Xenia loved – rhythmic and natural. He made sure to hit her clitoris which each thrust as he balanced his weight on his hands.

  “Oh!”

  Xenia moaned as he loved her down proper. Saint bit his bottom lip, relishing her sexy sounds immensely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening up more to him, and he increased his pace.

  “Damn baby…” Saint moved deeper inside her. He held on to her hips, pumping harder, faster and deeper.

  When her climax approached, Xenia threw her head back and let it roll over her. He hit her walls with fortitude, knocking against them as he toggled back and forth as if he were shooting a game of pool inside her. She felt him inside her so deeply, so intensely, claiming her. Reminding her who was in charge. He paused to allow her time to come down from her high, then resumed his strong thrusts. He lie down flat on top of her, breathing heavily in her ear as he continued to pump with all of his might.

  “Are you loving this, baby?” he asked with a smile, as he rotated his hips clockwise then counter clockwise, stirring her pussy with his dick as if she were a cup of tea and he were a spoon.

  “Yes, baby. I…love it…” Xenia whimpered.

  Saint kissed her cheek and kept up his rhythm until he jetted inside her. His expression contorted, his teeth gritted, his jaw tense – he looked absolutely beautiful at that moment. Xenia felt her desire explode when he shot inside her. Seeing him climax always did that to her.

  He slumped to her side on the bed and held her tight.

  “I’m so ready to do all of that all over again, right now!” he said, echoing her feelings, as he wiped sweat off of his face with the back of his hand. “I wish everyone would just go home so we could start all over.” He laughed, slightly out of breath.

  Just like you to say something like that, my love.

  “Me too.” She sighed and sat up, her body thankful for the release.

  But Saint held her back and tackled her back down. “Fuck that, this is our day. They’ll just have to wait.”

  Xenia giggled as he ran his fingers through her loose, freshly pressed curls. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her fervently.

  “Don’t smash any cake in my face when we get back down there,” Saint warned with a grin. “I know you think that kinda shit is funny.”

  “Stop reading my mind!” Xenia laughed as she held him tightly and expelled a loud sigh when he took her one more time…

  * * *

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Xenia snored lightly, her head lulling back and forth against Saint’s shoulder while they endured the brief turbulence on their way to Italy. Xenia’s mother had the children, the house was locked and secure and they had even managed to join the mile-high club. The quickest stop-watch timed encounter of their sexual history occurred in the cramped quarters.

  Afterward, Saint laughed, smacked her ass and joked, “It was the best eight minutes of your life, baby,” as they made their way back to their seats with suspicious eyes looking their way.

  Saint turned his attention to his laptop and read a few emails.

  He put on his headset and clicked on a link from George, which was embedded in an email marked with a fictitious subject line ‘Oranges and Apples.’ It was one of their electronic codes for sensitive material.

  George appeared on the screen in an expensive, custom-made suit. This one was a slightly shimmering gray, accessorized with an emerald green tie.

  “Good day, Saint. By now you are well on your way to Italy with your absolutely stunning Queen for a long overdue two-week honeymoon. It was a complete joy to attend your nuptials, to enjoy your entertainment and fellowship with your family and friends. Despite your hour and a half long disappearing act,” George smiled and cleared his throat, “The Mrs. and I had a ravishing time.”

  Be grateful
, George. That was the fast version,

  “I have been sitting on this for two days but want to make you aware of a wonderful opportunity for the organization, due to you. Saint, you’ve been hand selected for the prestigious international ‘King of Culture’ award. What an absolute honor, Saint. While you were gone preparing for your wedding, I was contacted about this. I knew you were also trying to wrap up some things before your honeymoon but I just had to let you know. It is being held in Madrid this year. You will be flown to Spain to receive the award, and of course your Queen is to attend as well. Saint, since the death of my brother in spirit, comrade and best friend, James, I’ve felt like the lone warrior. Though I love you as a person, I was concerned that you and I wouldn’t bond the same way you had with James. You and he had a special relationship, everyone knew that, and that is why he and I agreed that not only due to your obvious ability to lead and do his dream justice, you should be his predecessor because that is what fathers do for competent sons.

  “James obviously had no biological children of his own and he really saw you like a son, despite his respect of your actual relationship with your biological father. I’m finding that now, I too see you as a son, just like my own flesh and blood children. We’ve worked closely together over the past year and it has been an experience I won’t soon forget. I know I can never replace James in your life, but I’m going to do my damndest to fill at least a little of his shoes in that regard. You’re a great man, a bull-headed man,” George laughed and chastised, “but a gifted and honorable person who I’ve had the pleasure to get to know and work with extensively. You’ve taken the bull by the horns and you’re running this company in a way that James would be so proud about. I know he is looking down completely pleased with what he sees – you’re doing right by his name, his ideas and his legacy. Keep up the good work, soldier. We’re on the front line again in zero seconds.”

  George waved as the video faded to black.

  Saint smiled reflectively as he slowly removed the headset and unplugged it. He stretched his legs out in the first class seat and picked up his glass of wine, sipping it as he looked out the airplane window, admiring the large, fluffy clouds. He put his hand on Xenia’s thigh as he reflected over his life. The clouds shifted shapes in the azure sky as he prayed.

  God, my Creator, I talk to you many times daily but I haven’t actually had a good, long talk with you in a while. First, I want to thank you for making my life a hundred times better than awesome. I didn’t do anything to deserve how you keep blessing me. You gave me my rib, she is right here, asleep on my body, where she belongs. She is a gift that I shouldn’t ever take for granted. You gave me two beautiful children, two wonderful sons that I’m responsible for raising into responsible, caring and strong men. I need to be able to teach my seed, Hassani, about his gifts as well. I don’t want him to be overwhelmed when the time comes for them to be in full bloom, like I was. I don’t want him to be afraid or to run from himself.

  Dakarai is gifted, too. I will teach him as well about his gift of dream state prophecy. Hassani, though, you made his gifts stronger, like mine, and I need to protect him and show him how to be accountable and in control with them. You’ve given me a lot of power, and I still don’t fully understand it, but I’m getting there. I think you made me this way on purpose. You obviously had plans for me, and my work is nowhere near done. No one even knew I existed when I was an awkward, skinny kid in the Bronx, but you obviously did and kept me protected.

  You allowed me to receive these powerful gifts that initially felt like a curse to me. I apologize for thinking that, I didn’t understand. I tried to protect Xenia from the full magnitude of what’s going on. It does frighten her and I know in my heart, some things just need to stay between you and I, but she’s always supportive – and that’s what I need. Now I’m doing your bidding with these gifts, as I learn more about myself. They don’t scare me anymore. You keep putting key people in my life that are able to assist me in my growth and development. Lawrence and his wife are moving to California now. I was able to offer him a salary and a top Officer position that he couldn’t refuse. Now, thanks to you blessing me so I can help others, he can start on that family that he always wanted. I have a feeling he and I will be very close friends and he has been patient with me, as I take baby steps, learning about my gifts a little more each and every day.

  He is a great teacher who does not yet understand that I am more in awe of him than he is of me. Raphael now owns his own jewelry store. He earned that. The bank turned him down, but due to you blessing me financially, I could tell him ‘Yes.’ Raphael is a responsible person, a good human being, a great friend to me, and deserves the success he is now experiencing. Now he can’t even keep up with all of the custom jewelry orders and my sister-in-law and nieces and nephew are being moved out to a lavish home in upper New York. I’m so proud of him. He’ll never forget his roots though, just like I won’t. Your sense of humor also has shown through, Creator. You put Ted back into my life, a man who tried to kill my Queen, myself and my dreams. You made him appreciate life instead of trying to destroy it. Ted was hell-bent on helping me, and he did. Ted just welcomed his first born, a beautiful baby girl, and he is making his way through life, going forward instead of in reverse.

  He insists on me mentoring him and I finally took that as a sign from you, that it is in fact what I’m supposed to do. Now here I sit on a plane in first class with a pillow behind my head that probably cost more than most people’s shoes. I sit next to my bride and I anticipate arriving in Italy in a few hours, to enjoy a romantic, dream-like honeymoon with my Queen. My seeds are well looked after by an adoring, trust-worthy grandmother, my mother-in-law, who gave birth to this wonderful Goddess I call my wife and supported me, even during our trials and tribulations. My station at work is secure and George can hold down the fort just fine.

  I have a lot of work ahead of me, Creator, but for now, I’m just going to enjoy this time and receive it, just as you hope that I will. Creator, you have given me the world on a silver platter, and in thanks, I shall praise you until I can no longer draw breath or form a thought. All I ask, and I pray you honor it, is that when I die and return, please give me my soul mate again. You’ve done it all the times previously but I need to ask again, as I believe I do each and every time. She is the one that helps me always get to the next step in the things you want me to do. After I met her, my gift blossomed. I was learning about myself and falling in love at the same time. I need her and I believe you know this. Everything is as it should be.

  Xenia was still fast asleep next to him. He tenderly kissed the top of her head.

  Xenia is like a parade. Everyone loves her. People wait to see what’s coming up next because she is exciting, unique and kind-hearted. I’m the band leader playing as loudly as I can for her, in her honor. I’m her Protector and her back-ground music. She knows now that as long as I’m here, she will always be OK. She sometimes tells me that I was like a quiet storm. I scared her but she couldn’t look away. I saw her heart and had to have it. That is why I came on marching in, as I’ve always done with her in other lives. My drum is our twin heartbeats, beating as one.

  Saint looked at her and yawned. Exhaustion was getting the better of him. “I love you, baby. Nothing will ever keep us separated again,” he murmured.

  Saint closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep with his head against hers.

  As they slept, they merged shimmering dreams in a field of sparkling amethyst and iridescent emerald. Their world would be there for all of eternity, and beyond.

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  About the Author

  Tiana Laveen was born in Cincinnati, Ohio and now resides in Kentucky with her husband and two children. She enjoys a fulfilling and enriching life that includes writing books, drawing, painting, listening to music, cooking, and spending time with friends.

  Tiana Laveen is a uniquely creative and innovative author whose romance fiction is geared towards those
who not only want to temporarily escape from the daily routines of life, but also delve into social taboo as it pertains to interracial relationships. She creates a painting with words as her readers are guided through the lives of each and every character.

  Her prior works include Cross Climax I, Cross Climax II, The Slave Master’s Son, The Naughty Sins of a Saint, and I Want Candy.

  If you wish to contact Tiana Laveen, please contact her at www.facebook.com/tianalaveen.

  Reading Group Discussion Guide

  1. Saint never forgot how the mother of his first love rejected him due to his racial identity. How do you believe this affected his future relationships?

  2. Payton was consumed with anger, sadness and vengeful thoughts. Do you believe Saint anticipated her acts?