by Mercy B
“You running from a nigga or what?”
Saint crept up behind Narlei as she sipped the water that was in the glass she held to her lips. He’d been in her bedroom, waiting for her to return for a few minutes. Narlei had crept into the kitchen for the third time to grab water and calm herself down. Her nerves were running wild.
“No. I’m just… trying to calm my nerves.” Honesty was the best policy, so she tried it.
Spinning her around and lifting her on the counter behind her, Saint stood between her legs. “Let me help you with that.”
He removed the glass from her hand and placed it to his lips, took a sip and then placed it in the sink. With both of his hands, he grabbed each side of her face and brought her lips closer to his. With his tongue, he parted them and began to roam her moist mouth. Around and around, his tongue explored, causing Narlei’s floodgates to open. Simultaneously, he roamed below, finding the hem of her romper, and ripping it from one side to the other.
“I liked this romper,” Narlei gasped in his mouth.
“Then I’ll buy you another one. All colors if you want,” Saint promised, pulling away from Narlei while ripping her panties from her body, “I like these, so make sure you get more of them, too.”
Narlei didn’t have a single pair of good panties in her wardrobe, so she purchased a few from the Galleria when she went. She hadn’t planned on him seeing them, but one could never be too certain.
Before she could respond, Saint had lowered himself to the floor and was kneeling in front of her, pussy smiling back at the handsome gentleman. Brushing across his lips with his tongue to coat them, Saint stared at the feast before him. A few shades darker than her skin on the tips, but pink elsewhere, Narlei’s pussy dripped from the open air and anticipation of feeling Saint’s tongue.
Without warning, he moved forward with his mouth agape, cupping as much of her as he could into his mouth. As his lips wrapped around her bottom set, his tongue found the little bulb that he’d seen a second prior. Back and forth, Saint flicked his tongue across it.
“Oh shit,” Narlei buckled, stomach caving and hands clamping down on his head. “Oh, shit.”
Like he was licking the remnants of his favorite meal from a bowl, Saint slurped her pussy as if it was all that was left to eat on Earth. His hunger to satisfy her was apparent as he caressed her, bringing her to her climax with his tongue. Spelling his name and marking his territory, Saint brought Narlei to her unveiling.
“AHHHHHHH! Wait,” She pleaded in vain. “WAIT!”
Saint continued polishing her pussy as he pleased until his dick felt as if it was about to split the seams of his briefs. Only then did he lift, beard full of Narlei’s juices that dripped down toward his neck. When they were face to face, a wide, heart-stopping smile adorned his chocolate face.
“Ummmm.” He teased. Narlei was too weak to respond.
When he leaned in to kiss her, all she could do was comply with his actions. She felt her body being lifted from the counter and assumed it was in preparation of finishing the mission they’d embarked on. Narlei anticipated the feeling of him stretching her walls, but found herself being carried through her hallway and tossed onto her bed.
“Take that shit off,” Saint instructed, pulling his shirt over his head.
Once they were both undressed, he lowered himself onto the bed and hovered over Narlei like an animal would its prey. “You good?” She had become his priority, not even a second after she greeted him at her job.
“Put it in me,” Narlei begged, catching Saint by surprise.
The condom he’d pulled from his pants, he unpackaged and rolled down onto his dick. After making sure it fitted perfectly, he lowered himself until he was knocking at her tunnel. Knowing just how much pain the width of his dick could cause upon entry, Saint covered Narlei’s mouth with his before pushing into her.
Her wetness paired with the lubrication from the condom did little to ease his entry. Narlei was sealed tight. So tight that Saint found himself biting her bottom lip once he finally broke way. He’d suspected that her shit hadn’t been touched in a while, but the snugness it possessed let him know that it had been more than just a couple of months for her.
“Saint.” Narlei arched her back and cried out.
He felt amazing. On top of her. Inside of her. Within her. All over her. His presence was everything. Everything she’d never had. Everything she’d been missing. Everything she never knew was out there. Everything that she never knew she wanted.
“Saint,” she moaned in his ear as he stroked her for the first time. Then, again. And, again. Each time, he opened her a little wider and made room for all that he had to offer. By the fifth stroke, he was home, and she was howling.
“This shit feels so good,” Saint admitted just above a whisper.
Over and over, Saint offered every inch he could muster to Narlei. She accepted it each time, never whimpering or shying away. There was something about a woman that could take dick that empowered Saint. The pain was obvious, showing up on her beautiful brown skin with each stroke, but she managed. Her shoulder-length, bone straight hair that he twisted into his hand began to wave as the room got hotter and her pussy seemed to get deeper. Saint fell all in, never wanting to come out.
Bodies getting well acquainted, climaxing, and exploring new territory, the two danced between the sheets. Love wasn’t acquired, but its future presence could be felt. The adoration was strong and so was the connection. Tangled with one another, neither Narlei nor Saint wanted their night to end. Over and over, they reached their peaks, only to hit rock bottom and then start all over, again.
It was bittersweet when the rush came crashing down on them both, neither able to go another round. Sweat covered their limbs and exhaustion was heavily coated on the rest of their bodies. It wasn’t until then they decided to call it quits, falling asleep wrapped tightly as if the other would disappear in the night or somehow vanish into thin air.
Five
“Uhhhhh,” Narlei hadn’t expected to wake with a condom-covered dick in her pussy, but she wasn’t complaining.
Saint slid in without warning, easily accessing what was, now, his without trouble due to the fact that she was still wet from the prior night. They’d both fallen asleep, satisfied, and willing to find comfort in each other’s perspiration and tangled limbs. Saint was the first up, always coming to his senses before the sun came up. Had he been home, his gym would have seen his face by now, but he’d settle for a simpler workout with Narlei.
“Good morning,” he whispered from behind, digging into her as if she had something of his buried deep inside of her cavity.
“Morrrn, shit.”
Wrapping his arm around Narlei’s neck, he brought her closer to his chest as she relaxed in his embrace. Restrained, she glossed his condom with even more of her womanly fluids. Saint’s strokes were long and slow, pulling every ounce of moisture from her body.
“This shit too fucking good,” he gritted. “Fuck!”
His strokes slowed even more, alarming Narlei. He was attempting to avoid his peak, but she wasn’t having it. Taking matters into her own hand, she began pushing back into his, eventually flipping him over onto his back and bouncing up and down – riding reverse cowgirl style.
“What you doin’?” he fussed, knowing that she was about to take it there.
“Riding my dick, isn’t that what you gave me permission to do?” Slowly, Narlei picked up the pace. After a few seconds, there was a loud smacking noise each time her ass cheeks connected with his thighs.
“Fuck, you gon’ make a nigga nut,” Saint belted.
Watching her as she put in work was a beautiful sight. Each time his dick disappeared into her canal, he nearly lost his head. It was taking nearly everything in him not to remove the protection and feel her walls bare, but they weren’t ready for that yet. When they made it to that stage, he was certain she wouldn’t last a month without getting knocked up so he played it safe. Ho
wever, the thought of how gushy and welcoming they must’ve been was enough to send him over the edge. The veins in his arms tightened as he smacked her ass, leaving a handprint on the caramel skin that covered it before grabbing her by the waist.
“I’m cummmmmmmm…” Narlei announced. Saint wasn’t far behind, emptying his seeds into the condom that served as a barrier between the two of them.
“Baby. Get up.”
Narlei had dozed off for a few minutes being that Saint had awakened her from her sleep to dick her down. When she rolled over, he was fully dressed. The only thing missing was his shoes. Narlei felt a tug at her heartstrings. She wasn’t ready to see him go, but she was sure he wouldn’t be gone for long.
“I will see you in a few, aight?” As if he read her mind, Saint confirmed.
“Okay.”
“You still got that key to the truck, right?” He questioned.
“Yes. It is on the counter. You can grab it on the way out.”
“I don’t need it. That’s yours. I just needed to know how you felt driving the truck. You like it?”
“The truck?”
“Yeah. It’s yours,” he revealed.
“Mine?” Narlei jumped up from the bed, fully awake, now.
“Did you misunderstand me or something? Did you not see the temp tags on the back?”
“Wait. This is just too much, Saint. I’m not accepting that from you. You’re taking me too fast.”
“You walking, right?”
“Yes, but…” Narlei grabbed the first article of clothing she saw in her draw.
“Ain’t no buts. I checked for registrations in your name and didn’t find shit. You think I’m about to be riding in Benzes, Ranges, and shit while you walking and catching rides? The fuck type of nigga you been dealing with love? Cause, I ain’t it.”
“It was only one night, Saint. Why are you doing all of this for me?”
“Cause, if a nigga with money fucking you and can’t put you back on your feet then you need to give that nigga the deuces. Na, you ain’t selling pussy, but don’t ever give that shit up for free. Even I know there’s a price tag on that shit. Don’t ever let a nigga make you think differently.” Saint placed his other shoe on. “Besides, I’d already started tricking before I got the pussy. It doesn’t change because I’ve scored. Come on. I got somebody waiting for me. Come lock the door.”
In a strappy dress that she often wore to bed, Narlei got out of bed and followed Saint into the hallway and to the front door. Before they could make it very far, he turned around and made a surprising demand, “Quit your job, today.”
“What? I can’t quit my job, Saint. That’s insane. I have bills and Ainsley has…”
“I’m not sure you understand your status, now, but you can’t work there anymore. I’m not saying don’t work. It’s your world. Do whatever you feel. I’m saying that you can’t work there and nowhere else that niggas can easily excess you. You’ll become a target and I can’t have that pressure on my back every day.”
“You’re acting like I don’t live in Southside. Whether it’s Supper or Southern Heights, I’m easily accessible.”
“Don’t worry. That was next. How soon can you pack y’all shit?”
“I’m not moving in with you, Saint.”
“Good, because I didn’t ask you to. I have a few properties and planned to put you in one. Somewhere your baby girl can run around outside in the front yard without worrying about getting shot or kidnapped. Somewhere safe for the both of you, because Southside ain’t it.”
“Why are you doing this, Saint? Seriously. You don’t just waltz into someone’s life and do the things you’re doing. What’s the motive? What’s the catch? What do you want from me? What are you expecting in return? This can’t all be for nothing.”
Silently, Saint stepped forward and lifted his right hand to Narlei’s chest. Tapping, he signaled toward her heart. Her head dropped, following his hand. Emotions running wild, she lifted it and landed on his round, brown eyes. The sincerity they displayed let her know that he was honest in his revelation. Leaning forward, Saint graced her forehead with a kiss before turning to leave.
Narlei replaced his hand with her own, not believing the blessing she’d finally been given. Just twenty-four hours prior, no one could’ve told her she’d be given a set of wheels, money to pay her bills, and a new place to live. It felt like a dream. He felt like a dream. Watching as he exited her apartment, Narlei wondered just how much of it was a reality and if she’d wake and it all would disappear.
The minute the cell on the counter chimed, she knew that this was life and there wasn’t any waking up. Her knight had come, and he wasn’t quilted in shining armor. He was a beacon of the hood, draped in jewels and smelled like the finest weed.
“Hello,” she answered after rushing to retrieve the cell.
“Lock up, baby doll. Get your daughter and y’all meet me at the address I’m about to send you.”
“Thank you, Saint,” Narlei held the edge of the counter so tight that her knuckles turned white. She was on the verge of tears, not believing her luck.
“I ain’t did enough to be thanked for, yet. Give me a few weeks, though, love,” he responded before ending their call.
Placing the phone on her chest, Narlei allowed the tears she’d kept at bay to roll down her cheeks. Looking up into the ceiling, she whispered, “I knew you hadn’t forgotten about me, God.”
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