When Saint Goes Marching In

by Laveen, Tiana

  “Shit! Feels so good, baby! I’m not hurtin’ you baby, right?”

  “Don’t stop!” Xenia peaked again and again as Saint lost complete control inside her.

  “Uh! Fuck!” he growled as he exploded within her.

  Saint’s heart pumped hot and fast, as though it was going to shatter into a million fiery pieces. Sweat rolled down his face, back, neck and chest as he quieted down, still holding Xenia firmly to him. He breathed in deep as his dick continued to throb, releasing the last of his pearl drops inside her. Saint couldn’t remember a time he had ever cum that hard. He had a sudden headache from the pressure and his body felt as if he’d ran twenty miles.

  One tear threatened to escape from Xenia’s eye.

  “Everything is OK,” he whispered in her ear before he moved her gently to the middle of the bed and covered her body with the petal covered sheets. Saint went to the bathroom. Freshening up took him all of two minutes, after which he returned and slid into the bed next to her. Xenia turned towards him, her eyes full of sleep and contentment. She snuggled close to him and he plied her with caresses.

  “You’re back in our bed, forever.” He meant every word.

  He’d make damn sure she’d never leave him again.

  Moments passed. Saint crept under the covers and pressed his body to hers. Lifting her leg, he entered her and made love to her slowly. Xenia stirred, a moan escaped her lips. Saint claimed her from behind. He did it reverently, pouring all his devotion in every languid thrust. He kept going until they both climaxed, together, immersed in complete satiation.

  Saint let a few moments pass then left the bed and lie down in the middle of the room, his knees raised, feet flat on the floor.

  “Xenia, come here, baby.”

  She gingerly got off the bed and went to him. The room was bathed in candlelight.

  “Sit on my stomach,” he instructed quietly. Xenia placed one leg over his body and stood over him, looking down as she lowered her ass onto him.

  “I’m going to need you to hold me tight. Hold my shoulders.”

  With one hand, he grabbed the base of his rock hard cock; with the other, he lifted Xenia up just high enough to position himself at her entrance and push inside her. Xenia screamed out as he lowered her down all the way to the base of his shaft.

  Saint groaned as she swallowed him, her walls tight around him, and he gripped her hips with both hands. He started to thrust to the beat of Trey Songz singing "Love Faces."

  “I don’t want you to move at all, baby,” he ordered.

  Saint panted as he grinded his waist in circles, still keeping her elevated high in the air as he pumped her flower delicately. “Just sit there and hold on to me, Goddess, and enjoy the ride.”

  Xenia held on tight and leaned forward as he increased the tempo. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she squeezed and saturated his long, fat cock with each deep, heart pounding thrust.

  “Uh!” Saint grunted when she screamed his name.

  Saint held onto her tighter, flexing his ass with each forceful, upward thrust. She fell upon him, her beautiful skin glistening with sweat, then sat back up. He leaned her to the right so he could enter her at an angle. Sensation burst through him.

  “Oh shit! Oh God!” Xenia called out as he worked her walls, going over to the left and repeating the same torturous movements in various positions. Saint licked his lips as he studied her face and watched her breasts bob up and down. Her juice trickled down his dick and balls, bringing him a hair’s breadth from the edge.

  “That’s right, baptize me, baby,” Saint whispered as he continued to drill her. So juicy! You’re always so fuckin’ wet!”

  Xenia grabbed his neck in a stranglehold as she came, nearly choking the life out of him. She shook and screamed in ecstasy, her hair and body slick from the exertion.

  “Ahhh…” Her moans drove him to pummel her at record speed. He had to hold her up as she had no strength left in her. In and out, in and out in deep upward thrusts, his body smacked against hers.

  The muscles in his arms felt like rock as he held her like a rag doll. He reached up and pulled her abruptly to his chest. He wanted to feel her, all of her. He looped his arms around her and held her steady to him. Her walls tightened around him and he was lost.

  His release came in a torrent of violence and tenderness that tapped into his intense emotions for her.

  Had he ever cum that hard? Even though he’d always loved her this much, he doubted this moment could compare to anything else he’d experienced with this woman.

  She was his. Completely. Irrevocably. Forever.

  Xenia kissed his jaw bone as he came down from the high, every inch of his body covered in sweat that mixed with hers.

  Pure bliss.

  He helped Xenia rise and he got up, too. Grabbing her arm and keeping her steady, he led her to a comfortable, rolling black desk chair in their bedroom. Xenia slid down onto it, looking as though she had just completed a five hour exercise session. She exhaled a deep breath and smiled at him tenderly as he stretched his limbs.

  After wiping his damp brow, he sat down on another chair across from her, his hands on each arm, his fingers linked. He looked at her with an enigmatic smile.

  “What?” Xenia timidly asked.

  He ushered her back up from the chair.

  “Come sit on my lap, baby.”

  Xenia straddled him until she was poised directly over his groin. Saint placed his arms over her legs. Xenia cracked a smile and looked away shyly.

  “I know you’re tired, but I need more,” Saint smiled as he looked at her blushing face. “You act like I never made love to you in a chair before.” He rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

  “Not a chair with wheels,” she smiled as she looked down between their thighs. “I’m wondering what you’re about to do.”

  “Well, there’s a first for everything and you’ll soon find out,” he said into her ear.

  He rose slightly and adjusted his position, took his shaft in his hand and entered her. They were so close, so connected, that he was forced to drive deep inside her. Xenia whimpered as she held onto his slick back and leaned her head lethargically on his shoulder.

  Saint grinded leisurely inside her, his stomach muscles clenching. Cradling Xenia’s head, he bent down and kissed her nose, her lips and cheek – then returned to her lips and slid his tongue inside her mouth. Xenia welcomed him, met his desire with hers. He ran his fingers ruggedly through her hair and pulled her closer for a deeper kiss. He wanted to stay in this warm cocoon forever, feeling her around him, touching her, being in her.

  Xenia moaned when he pushed the chair in reverse with his legs. They moved slowly around the room as Saint leisurely increased his speed inside her and changed up his patterns to match each song that played.

  But just as suddenly, he stopped. He tilted the chair backwards, holding it steady with one hand. Xenia’s eyes widened as he kept pounding her from that teetering angle.

  “I’m not going to let you fall, baby,” Saint whispered. Xenia held tightly onto his thigh and he pulled her even closer. Gravity pushed him forward and Saint set the chair back down, not missing a beat, when the first of a string of orgasms took over her body. He continued to cork screw within her core, wearing her down, making her body praise him as his dick once again caused temperamental orgasms that he constructed with complicated strokes only he could provide her.

  “Are you tired, baby?” Saint asked softly, but not slowing down.

  “Yeah, but…I can’t stop. I still…”

  “Want more…” Saint finished her sentence. “I can’t stop, Xenia, even if…I wanted to…” Saint kissed her deeply then sucked on her bottom lip as he pushed his hands under her ass and pulled her onto his cock. He gently slid her up the wall. Xenia looked down at him, into his eyes as he pushed her up over and over, with each upward dick-dive.

  “Ah!” Xenia moaned as she wrapped her ankles securely around his pumping ass.

/>   “I just…don’t want this…to ever…end,” Saint panted, feeling his third climax for the evening approaching. Xenia’s legs shook as she drenched him. He caught her as she convulsed in his arms. He quickly moved her hair out of her face, kissed her forehead and chin, every cell in her body praising him. Saint waited until she regained her composure.

  “Everything fine, baby?” Saint asked. He always loved it when she fell completely apart.

  “Yes…yes,” Xenia said weakly.

  Saint carried her to the bed and lowered her down, their bodies still joined. He pulled her to the edge and had her wrap her legs around him. Again, he took her. Claimed her.

  “Is there something that you want that I haven’t done for you tonight? Just name it, and I’ll do it,” Saint said as he smiled down at her.

  She laughed then. That laughter reached her eyes and made her even more beautiful.

  “I want to keep making you cum again and again and again…non-stop,” Saint confessed as he leaned down closer to her, placed his hand on her clit and resumed his rhythm. Xenia gripped the sheets and bit into a pillow. She gave a keening moan.

  “Saint, shit!” Xenia yelled as her back arched, causing Saint to adjust his position. He smiled devilishly down at her as she exploded onto his hand and cock.

  “Oh yes, baby. My baby is a squirter…how lovely is that?” Saint teased. “I missed that…”

  Saint lie down on top of her and pinned her to the bed. He gently bit her neck and pounded her fiercely until he was almost at the finish line.

  “Cum in me again, baby,” Xenia gasped.

  Her words struck a chord in him and he bucked against her, let himself go. She smiled and laughed when Saint buried his head in the cradle of her neck.

  “Thank you…” he said, exhausted.

  The sun would soon rise. They were soon asleep in each other’s arms, the dawn shining her rays mockingly onto the divorce paper filled envelope.

  * * *

  When Saint awoke several hours later, he had enjoyed such deep sleep that had eluded him for almost half a year. He was surprised at how zonked out he was and how long he remained that way. He looked beside him with a smile that quickly faded once he realized that Xenia was gone. Panic flooded him, so much that his body elevated off the bed, rose higher and higher until he almost touched the ceiling. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

  He had felt himself levitating several times throughout the night; if she’d turn away or move, his soul would wake up and look for her.

  His body finally returned to the bed and he tried to think of a plausible explanation for her absence as he chased her missing energy to pinpoint her whereabouts.

  No, no, she wants me back, I felt it. I know what she knows. I saw it in her as soon as I finished the poem last night.

  He walked briskly to their bedroom window and parted the sheer curtains. Her car was gone.

  “What? Son of a bitch!”

  He raced naked down the steps like a bolt of lightning and burst out the patio door. The nighttime wind had extinguished the candles. He looked around, not even sure what he was searching for or doing. Then he saw the envelope lying on the table. Saint picked it up, and opened it. He tore it open and broke into laughter when torn pieces of paper fluttered out like butterflies. A feeling of peace and happiness swept over him.

  Something else caught his eye. A piece of yellow legal paper, folded in half, lie on the table. Saint removed the large candle that was set atop it to keep it from blowing away and opened it. Xenia’s pretty, feminine handwriting scrawled across the page.

  Saint,

  You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you. I ate some of the fruit you had out for breakfast this morning. The grapes and strawberries are delicious but of course, you already know that. I hope that you’ve looked inside the envelope to receive my response regarding the divorce. I also know you already knew at some point last night that I understood what actually happened. I’m sorry and I will spend the rest of my life letting you know that. Anyway, I need to take care of some things. I will be back home, honey, for good. Just give me a few days to get some things tied up. I know you have the Queen’s Conference coming up in a few of days. I saw the advertisement for it online and your name was listed as one of the Keynote Speakers. I’m very proud of you, Saint. Concentrate on that, and know that I’m back, your seeds are back and everything is OK. You will see me and your children very soon.

  I love you,

  Xenia

  P.S. You laid it down last night! I can still feel you inside me. Damn!

  Saint chuckled and held the letter up to his heart, shaking his head as he re-entered the house.

  * * *

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Xenia paced back and forth. Her Brooks Brothers form-fitting pin-stripe black pant suit made her look like a force to be reckoned with. She turned her head slowly from side to side, causing her small dangling silver earrings to move to and fro. Her hair was pinned up in a curly afro bun and soft ringlets cascaded her cheeks. She sighed as she finally saw the magistrate exit the chambers.

  “Mrs. Aknaten, this is disturbing to say the least,” Magistrate Connor said as she stood in front of Xenia, crossing her black robbed arms. “Are you certain you don’t want to proceed forward in a higher court of law? I had much respect for Congressman James Kellser and spoke to him several times over the course of the last six months. This is definitely his voice on this recording. I had no idea your husband was friends with him and thought so highly of him. I’m not surprised, however, that he was very active with the historic as well as modern-day civil rights for all.” She held up the CD.

  “Yes.” Xenia monitored her words carefully. “They were friends and James was just trying to help a friend out.”

  “Since this is California, Mrs. Aknaten, I don’t have jurisdiction in New York, but the crime happened here so we can extradite her…but I also do understand that your husband doesn’t wish for this matter to be publicized.” She shook her head. “I would like her to be disbarred immediately, but what we can do, as you requested, is to put her on a probationary period instead. She is very lucky you two don’t want to proceed further because she actually should be facing jail time along with losing her license forever. If I didn’t respect you as much as I do and didn’t want to make matters worse for you, I’d proceed without your husband’s consent, but I don’t believe that to be the best course of action considering all that you’ve told me. If you change your mind though, let me know. The statute of limitations wouldn’t run out for quite some time,” Magistrate Connor urged.

  Xenia nodded. “Thank you so much. I’m surprised you even remembered me.”

  “Of course I remember you, Xenia. I invited you to come down and speak to the troubled teens that were coming in my courtroom, the girls in particular, and you dropped everything to do it, on more than one occasion. I could never forget someone as gracious and kind as you. You’re an inspiration to so many women and young girls. You grew up in the inner city, tempted to follow in the footsteps dictated by your surroundings but managed to stay away from it and now look at you.” Magistrate Connor smiled. “I just need you to sign some papers, Xenia, and I will take care of the rest. I will get this filed and sent off and you won’t have to trouble yourself with it anymore. What happened to your husband is absolutely horrendous and the way she acted so cavalier about it was despicable. As a married woman myself, I sympathize with you greatly,” Magistrate Connor said as she placed her hand on Xenia’s shoulder.

  Xenia nodded sadly.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Connor. I appreciate this so much. I’d go to New York myself but I wouldn’t be able to get there until next week, at the soonest.”

  “You wouldn’t need to go anyway, Xenia. Your attorney would have taken care of this but as you came to me instead, I will get it done a lot faster and I am not charging you a dime. I want to do this. I’d like to see her go down,” Magistrate Connor frowned. “Well, I
really must go, I will keep you updated,” she said as she disappeared back into her chambers.

  “Thank you!” Xenia called out and waved before walking away from the courthouse to the post office next door.

  “Yes, I need to send this very special package to Queens, New York, please.”

  * * *

  “It’s about damn time!” Pam laughed as she happily helped her daughter box her things up. Hassani and Dakarai chased each other around their grandmother’s backyard as Xenia pulled another lightweight sweater out of the drawer and placed it inside the open container.

  “Well, it’s nice to know how much you care, Mama!” Xenia laughed.

  Pam smiled and got down on her knees near her daughter. She hooked a finger under Xenia’s chin. “I do care, Xenia. There are things that I went through with your father that I will never tell you. Once I saw that you had a good man and I learned to trust Saint, it was important to me that you never go through anything like that. He really loves you and he’d kiss the ground you walk on.” Pam smiled sincerely.

  “I know,” Xenia said sorrowfully. “I’ve been away from him so long; it felt so strange at first being in my own house, in my own bed.” Xenia blushed in front of her mother.

  “Uh huh, don’t play shy with me, Xenia.” Her mother tapped her cheek. “I knew when you didn’t bring yo’ ass back over here after a couple of hours what was going on…and it wudn’t no divorce. I was happy about it. You got that look, the pep in your step! Saint put it on ya!” she laughed, making Xenia even more embarrassed.