The Naughty Sins Of A Saint

by Tiana Laveen

  Xenia immediately thought, ‘He must be crazy if he thinks I’m going to miss another night of that. It’s been over two weeks since he made me lose my mind.’ She stepped back and quickly started to remove her clothing to make certain what she had in mind. Saint stood back and smiled mischievously, watching her disrobe.

  Xenia’s eyes canvassed the area, “Where is your bathroom?” she asked. Saint pointed, and she immediately went inside, preparing for what she had been long desiring. The odd, L-shaped room was magnificently designed. An assortment of broken sea shells covered one wall with iridescent cream, silver, and earth tones. A tall silver fountain was in the corner, providing a relaxing feel while the wall across from it featured a mirror framed with matching white seashells. Xenia hit the light above the sink. Classical music began to play. She looked at the blue tiled shower stall. Asian plants lined the wall above. A neatly stacked pile of thick white towels and matching wash cloths sat on an adjacent shelf. She opened Saint’s medicine cabinet, turning bottles around to read them. She looked at a transparent, light-brown bottle, turning it back and forth as she read the name of the medication – “Clarinex.”

  “Just allergy medicine,” she whispered to herself. The rest of the medicine cabinet was filled with cortisone cream, lotion, aftershave, and assorted vitamins. She frowned because she could not find anything more exciting to tease him about. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, admiring her legs before grabbing one of the clean wash cloths. She pumped the foaming cherry scented soap on the bathroom vanity and jumped in the shower, quickly bathing. Upon drying herself, she reached into her purse and sprayed perfume behind her ears. She placed one foot on top of the toilet and began to lotion her legs with creamy cocoa butter, starting at her feet and working her way up to her waist. She heard Saint play Juvenile’s song “Ha” and rap to it outside the bathroom. She shook her head and laughed. “I’m still not used to this man being in love with rap music – too funny,” she said to herself.

  She wet her hair, adding a dab of the cocoa butter to her tresses as she worked her fingers through her thick mane. Her nimble fingers quickly braided one side, then the other until she was left with two long, thin, wavy braided sections that she combined into a ponytail.

  When she came out of the bathroom, Saint was relaxing on top of the thick, white comforter, his tanned, muscular legs stretched out. Lying there completely exposed, he was waiting for her patiently. The lights were low and the hip hop music was replaced with R&B. Blackberry scented candles flickered in the darkened room. Dim bluish-white light cast itself from around the poster-sized photo behind the bed.

  “Come here,” Saint said as he watched her move towards him, hunger in his eyes. She immediately laid beside him on the lavish, red-petal-covered bed, disrupting the design he had so painstakingly created. Xenia felt butterflies as she studied his handsome face. The strange lighting in the room caused his hazel eyes to turn various shades of green right before her. She put her hand up to his jawbone, touching his face lightly. Saint tilted his head to the side and kissed her delicately, brushing his bottom lip against hers. He listened to her breathing, becoming intoxicated by her familiar floral scent. “You smell good. You always smell good,” he said softly in her ear as he gently touched the back of her hair.

  “It’s Michael Kors, from Sephora. I always keep it in my purse,” Xenia answered as she began to fall in lust all over again. She inhaled and took in the subtle scent of his bare skin. She could smell the zesty soap he had used, as well as a hint of the Carolina Herrera cologne he would occasionally wear. He was always well put together, even in the buff. He leaned against his bulky, white pillow, raising one leg and allowing his other to flop open while he lazily reclined on the satiny sheets. He caressed the side of her face with his fingertips, leaning in and kissing her again, this time, framing her chin with small, delicate pecks. Xenia nervously looked down between his legs. His penis lay semi-erect. She looked at his stomach, taut with a beautiful 8-pack and soft, black pubic hair around his pelvic area, running the length up to his firm chest. His new wedding band shone in the darkness. Its three sizeable diamonds and four emeralds embedded in platinum made quite a unique impression.

  “I can’t believe we’re married,” she said as she glanced at her own beautiful rings. She had selected the triangular diamond ring herself. It was distinctive, like their relationship, rare and going against the norms of conformity. Its quality was magnificent, so much so that they had to wait for a security officer to arrive so that the store manager could remove it from the case. Saint and Raphael managed to find the store they had seen on the way to the hotel. Madison’s was a private, upscale jewelry store that required appointments. After pulling a few strings, the owner accepted their late night call, allowing them to peruse his wares before they ran off to become husband and wife. Saint had smiled to himself when he saw what she had chosen. She had no idea that it was the same shape as the White Knights of the Round Table emblem – a triangle, representing the Black woman.

  “I can’t believe we’re married either – but in a good way,” Saint said as he swallowed and caressed the wispy hair along her temples. He leaned down, kissing her neck little by little, causing her to once again melt in his arms. He knew her spot and went in for the kill. Slowly massaging her neck with his lips, Saint wrapped one arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him as he breathed heavily in her ear. He slid his fingers down her backside, gripping her left cheek firmly but gently as he continued to lavish attention on her neckline. Xenia moaned, instantly becoming damp between her slightly quaking thighs. Saint lowered his head further, taking one of her rigid nipples into his warm, awaiting mouth. He lovingly went over the nipple in slow, hot circular motions, then counter clockwise while he simultaneously caressed her stomach. He played with her navel, rubbing his thumb tenderly across it, back and forth. Xenia kissed the top of his head. His straight black hair tickled her chin. She pressed her thighs together as she lie facing him, trying to contain the dampness threatening to drip out of her at any moment.

  “Open your legs,” Saint whispered deeply as he moved back up to her neck, giving the other side affection. Xenia parted her thighs, allowing Saint to slide his hand in between. She closed them back, softly sandwiching his slow moving digits. He swallowed as he rubbed his fingers over her mound, then softly moved two fingers along her wet slit, up and down slowly. He gradually opened her up and rubbed his finger along her clitoris then retreated a bit lower, pushing one, then two fingers inside her. She moaned louder, hugging him as she whimpered. He dropped further down until he was head deep between her thighs. He inhaled her natural perfume, causing his rod to enlarge from the scent he found so delightful. “I love the smell of your pussy,” he said as he gently licked the outer lips. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting this sweet pussy again.” He cradled his head even closer to her zone, slurping at her sweetly as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth between her legs. Xenia shook as she looked down. She gingerly placed her hand on top of his head as he moved slowly back and forth, speeding up ever so gradually. Saint took his hand and opened up her folds, licking up and down until he stuck his tongue fully inside her and twisted it back and forth, causing her to convulse and lose control. He moved up to her clit, gently sucking it, then stopping, sucking, then stopping, teasing it repeatedly until it was completely exposed from under its hood. He slid one finger back inside, pressing up on her G-spot and holding the position while sucking with more power on her clit, moving his head back and forth rapidly, gripping her hips, and bringing her as close to him as possible.

  “Oh, God!” Xenia called out as she leaned back on the bed, almost sliding off. Saint caught her, bringing her back towards his face as he devoured her.

  “Uh, uh. Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. He reached upward and rubbed her breasts, kneading them like bread with the palms of his hands. Saint made small circles, pressing down with the tip of his to
ngue all along her cherry. He orally massaged her, making her mumble and coo incoherently. He placed his hands under her buttocks, lifting her up several inches off the bed. He jammed his tongue back inside her, watching her as she writhed around and bucked against his lips. He moaned as he swallowed, and Xenia sighed loudly, reaching downward and gripping the sheets as she turned her head from side to side, crying out.

  “Oh, no! Oh, God! Shhhit!” Her abdominal muscles clenched as she bore down and her feet dug into the bed, pushing the sheets around as he continued to eat her alive. The orgasm seized her, making her entire body suddenly stiffen as her mouth remained agape. Her muscles finally relaxed as the wave subsided. She panted and relaxed, then screamed aloud as she felt Saint’s three fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot in a zigzag pattern. He licked his thumb, then gently pushed it into her ass, massaging the warm, tight canal. Xenia clenched up, then relaxed as the next wave of powerful mini-orgasms overcame her. Her hearing came and went. The room became blurry, then white. She gasped as she lost consciousness. Saint began to pinch her inner thigh. She lie there limply, eyes still closed and body still. He smiled and rose, walking briskly to his bathroom. He turned on the faucet and immediately dabbed his fingertips in warm running water, then returned to her. Saint pressed his body on top of hers, intertwining their legs as he gently shook her chin. Droplets of water covered her face as he wiggled his fingers lightly above her face. She began to stir. He pushed his pinky finger inside of her mouth, and she instinctively began to suck it.

  “There you go,” Saint said softly. “Wake up, wake up, wake up, my love.” Xenia’s eyes flew open. She looked around the room, unaware of her whereabouts initially. She sighed, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temple.

  “Saint, I can’t keep passing out like this,” she whispered.

  “You don’t have any control over that,” he smiled.

  “Yeah, but you do. I don’t know exactly what you’re doing down there to cause it, but you’re doing it and you need to stop!” She rolled her eyes. Saint looked at her and burst out laughing as he fell onto her chest.

  “It’s not funny,” she said. “I wish you could see how this feels. It’s kind of scary. Everything goes white, and I lose track of time.”

  “Look, it doesn’t mean you’re defective or anything. It’s just the result of a very strong orgasm. The French call it petit mal, which means ‘little death.’ It’s really not talked about that much in my field. Sometimes health issues can cause it, but in my experiences, that hasn’t been the case. All the women I’ve made pass out wake up,” Saint guaranteed.

  “Oh, how reassuring!” Xenia said. “How are you so sure that something bad won’t happen?”

  “Because I’ve done it enough to know. I know what I’m doing.”

  “How long did it take for your past conquests to wake up?” Xenia asked, grinning as she sat up.

  “It varied. For some, it only took a minute or two, and for others, upwards of five minutes. The time before this, you took four and a half minutes.”

  “You’re so…” Xenia gasped in midsentence as she felt Saint push his finger back inside her, causing her to clench down on it. He massaged her folds, rubbing and squeezing them gently.

  “Don’t you…don’t you dare…” her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she bucked again against his hand. He rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion, making her cry out as she knocked her hand repeatedly against the headboard. “No!” she begged to deaf ears as she felt another orgasm building. He went after her G-spot again, this time turning his hand upward and extending another finger. He rubbed her clit harder, pushing her body back and forth towards the headboard as he worked her over with expert precision. She moaned deeply, rubbing her hands roughly through his hair.

  “Stop it!” she uttered as she felt herself losing control. Saint continued to work her kernel, faster and faster. Her G-spot orgasm exploded like the Fourth of July. In the midst of it, Saint spread her legs apart and pushed his tongue up and down her pussy in fast, hard strokes. She cried out as silver sparks seemed to appear out of nowhere, altering her vision with their dazzling dance and squiggly lines. She gushed on the bed as if a dam had broken.

  Saint moaned as he licked her clit lightly. “That’s what I wanted. That’s what I was waiting for, Baby. Rain in my mouth.” Xenia whimpered as her body succumbed to the next wave of orgasms. She was tired, confused, and in pure ecstasy all at once. She felt stoned and loved every euphoric moment of it.

  “I’m – so – sleepy,” she said lazily as her eyelids lowered. Saint climbed back up to her face and gently kissed her cheek. He watched as her loose and indolent body fell into a deep sleep, her head lying comfortably on his chest.

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  CHAPTER 6

  Xenia awoke at 4:00 in the morning, rubbing her head. She pulled aside the massive window sheer and looked outside. She smiled and stretched her satisfied body. She looked out at the twilight-dazzled New York City sky. An assortment of colored lights blinked and flickered as various grandiose signs glowed in the darkness. Standing there in a semi-daydream, she leaned her naked body against the cool glass, crossing her ankles as she pondered in complete peace. She jumped, startled, as she felt her husband behind her, holding her delicately around her waist, his hands pushing down the front of her thighs. Saint kissed her neck as his big, hard cock brushed against her lower back.

  “Good morning, Beautiful,” he said as he kissed the nape of her neck.

  “Good morning, Baby,” she said happily as she turned to face him, extending her arms and wrapping them around his neck. “Let me cook you some breakfast,” she offered as she looked him deeply in his eyes.

  Saint tilted his head to the side. “That’s really nice, and I’d be thrilled to have you do that for me, but, I was hoping to – uh – get a little love from you – a little ride from you, too,” he said as he licked his lips and smiled. Xenia laughed.

  “So you want to see my reverse cowgirl, huh?” She smiled.

  Saint nodded. Xenia took him by the hand and led him back over to the bed. He got onto the bed and laid down, propping himself with pillows as he pushed his back into the headboard. He opened his legs, leaving enough room for Xenia to scoot in reverse towards his face.

  “Nice ass,” he said as he slapped it, making it wave.

  Xenia assumed her position. She reached under herself and took his erect thickness in her hand, noting that she couldn’t get her hand completely around it. She looked down at the slit in the head as pre-cum dripped from it.

  “Wait a minute,” she said as she turned around to face him. “You said you’d teach me how to do better blow jobs. We’ve had sex at least four times since then, and I’ve yet to get my lesson.”

  Saint closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip, and lightly laughed.

  “Well, I’m sure you know you won’t get any argument from me about this. I’m more than happy to help you,” he said as he sat up straighter.

  “Teach me, Oh Great One. I’m not worthy!” Xenia teased as she knelt down between his legs.

  Saint rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just start, and I’ll give you guidance along the way, OK?” He put his arms behind his head and relaxed. Xenia nodded and gently grabbed her husband’s dick. She licked slowly upward then downward, her tongue stiff and wet. She drew circles with the tip of her tongue as she moved.

  “Mmm, that’s good, that’s real good,” Saint said as he looked down at her. Xenia looked up at him, smiled and winked.

  “You’re so damn pretty, even with a big dick in your mouth,” Saint slurred. Xenia slapped his thigh as she chuckled. She rubbed the base of his dick as she wrapped her lips around the head and top. Its girth prevented her from going as far down as she would have liked.

  “OK, hold on,” Saint said softly. “Instead of pushing it straight in, do it at an angle. Move it to the side of your mouth so that it hits your inner cheek. That way, you can take more of me in, and you don’t gag, Baby,” he
instructed kindly.

  Xenia followed his directions and smiled as she noticed the difference. She put more of him in her mouth, lapping and sucking at him, while delicately rubbing his scrotum. She licked the head like an ice cream cone, flicking her tongue over it playfully before popping it inside her wet and waiting mouth again. Saint moaned loudly, his left hand gripped the sheets as he sighed. “You’re doing really good, Baby,” he panted. His toes curled as she increased her speed, going from licking and sucking his balls to back up his shaft. He shut his eyes as his head fell back farther onto the headboard. “Shit!” he yelled as he started to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, matching her rhythm. “I’m going to cum, Baby,” he murmured as he abruptly pulled out of her mouth and pushed her down forcibly on the bed. Grabbing the bottom of his thick, veiny shaft with his right hand, he quickly pushed deeply inside her as he bent her legs back as far they would go towards her head. He shouted out loudly, primal and in need, as he pumped in and out of her so hard her body vibrated up and down, making the bed shake vigorously. He put his hand on her forehead, stroking her hair back gently as he looked deeply in her eyes, his mouth open as he looked into her soul while his body floated in her wetlands of pure ecstasy. He cried out so loud, seemingly shaking the walls of the bedroom like a booming bass speaker. He thrust deeply in her a few more times before exploding in a thick, white creamy emulsion. He moaned, twitching as the last drops of his appreciation fired. He pulled out, heaving as he fell back onto the headboard. Unexpectedly, she grabbed his dick, sucking the head, taking the remainder of his vanilla with her. Saint hastily pushed her hair out of her face, trying desperately to get a clear view. His chest rose and fell sporadically as Xenia finally slowed down. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.