by Tiana Laveen
Saint moaned loudly, as he started to thrust in and out. He reached underneath her, gripping her butt cheeks, digging his fingertips into her soft, fleshy ass, pulling her body as close as it could come to his.
“My Goddess,” he whispered, overwhelmed with his own emotions. “I finally found you.” He felt his body tensing up. He looked down at her and realized she was taking control of his every thought and movement. Her body, her soul, her essence was showering him in love he had never felt before. ‘This is some good-ass pussy. Damn!’ he thought as he groaned raucously.
As their bodies became one, she entered his mind and his bloodstream, changing the very person he was with the electric currents from her very being as their souls reunited from past lives. He stopped temporarily, gaining control over himself, breathing slowly. ‘Get control of yourself,’ he thought as he paused to regain his composure. He began again, moving in recurrent movements and contortions. Saint piloted his hips upward at the end of each thrust, ensuring he brushed against her clit. Xenia cried in ecstasy as mild, short orgasms rippled over and over. She looked up at him. Her eyes glossed over, blurring his image. Saint’s body, drenched in sweat, slithered like a snake as he moved in and out of her rhythmically.
“Saint,” she uttered, barely able to speak coherently.
“Yes, Baby,” he whispered as he continued to proficiently pump his hips in an erotic horizontal dance.
“I had a dream about you last night,” she said, her throat dry and her body tired.
“Did you?” Saint closed his eyes and concentrated on how good her soaking wet pussy felt wrapped snugly around his dick.
“Yes. We were on purple clouds.”
Saint’s eyes flew open. He slowed his thrusts to a crawl. “Tell me more,” he said, barely audible, swallowing hard.
“I went to bed angry because I didn’t want to see you. I wanted the interview, but the first time I saw you, you scared me.”
Saint started to move inside of her again, working his way around in circular motions, hitting her walls from left to right.
“I was so attracted to you,” Xenia continued. “It made me feel sick. I couldn’t figure out why.” A tear fell from her eye as her body continued to rock towards the headboard, her breasts bouncing from the repeated thrusts. “I had the dream, and it was like, we were together – as a couple. I felt – so happy, so loved, appreciated and – wanted.” Xenia sobbed into the pillow as her body continued to quake with orgasm after orgasm. Saint caressed her arm and stomach lovingly, slowing his thrusts briefly, but not relinquishing his position.
“Xenia, I know. I knew you were supposed to be mine. I had the same dream right before I met you.”
Xenia looked up at him briefly, then turned her face and buried it in the pillow, biting it tightly as her pussy continued to pulsate from the tight fit of Saint’s fat dick pumping in and out of her. Saint began to speed up again, driving deep, making Xenia scream out his name as he reached down between their smacking bodies and rubbed her clitoris. He leaned down closer over her, sucking her hard nipples. Saint moved faster and faster, his rhythm more demanding and determined, forcing her body to remember him. His body now claimed her as goddess, too. Xenia lie limply, Saint’s warning came to fruition. Her legs felt like clay as she tried to get control of herself after the repeated orgasms. She felt drugged, clinging loosely to consciousness. She looked up at him again and wondered what made him so dominant. How did one man possess so much sexual magic? She hissed, her teeth clenched as she sucked air and rolled her tongue around in her mouth, hungry for more and more. Her craving was now voracious.
‘No one man should be this sexually powerful,’ she thought. Before the last orgasm would end, a second and third would begin to churn. It was enchanting anguish. He was dangerous, a weapon that needed to be stowed away. No wonder women flocked to him. No wonder he had to file restraining orders on previous lovers who refused to accept that he had moved on to someone else. How could one not become addicted to loving this good, this unbelievably lovely, this deliciously nasty?
Xenia looked at him, hating him for turning her out yet loving him at the same time. She had failed to keep her own rules and became his latest conquest. She so desperately hoped he had not played her as revenge for the first interview incident. He seemed like a man that could harbor vengeance. He appeared to have the ability to be calculating, even at times cruel. His dick was an instrument of bewitching torment, his tongue a wet sword of blissful destruction, his hands masters of sweet annihilation. His whole body was a temple of pleasure and doom, all in one lean, muscular package. Saint looked down at Xenia, studying her face, reading her thoughts. He had become one with her. They would no longer be able to not live without the other. They both realized it without the need to utter a word. He saw her as crack cocaine, and he willingly took a hit knowing he would follow her to the depths of Hell if that was where she ran. She saw him as crystal meth, Ruffies, and Ecstasy all wrapped in one little, serrated pill, and she washed it down with her pride and self-respect. There was no turning back. They were completely addicted to one another. Xenia sobbed as she watched him staring at her. She became suddenly angry as she thought about the control he now had over her.
‘He owns me now,’ she thought, her heart pounding. She hated him for making her want him, and the venomous emotions welled up in her chest, cutting off her breathing and making her struggle with herself. Without much thought, she reached up as he dove deep inside her and raked her long nails across his chest, drawing blood. Saint’s eyes widened as he fell down upon her like a wounded soldier. He quickly held her down with his powerful body as he drilled her mercilessly, stretching her pussy open with the girth of his cock. Xenia screamed out, gripped his back as he plunged inside her again and again. She sliced his back, fighting, biting, as her feet slid rapidly up and down his brawny legs. She tried desperately to keep him inside and push him out at the same time. Saint quickly grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders.
“Don’t move another got damn muscle. Stop fighting it,” he said as his climax gripped him. “It’s too late. You’re mine now.” He breathed rapidly as he jetted his stream, releasing his velvety semen inside her. The warm cum gushed. Her pussy quickly contracted, taking it to never to be seen again. Xenia lie dazed. Saint looked down at her lovingly. He pressed his lips onto hers, sloppily kissing her all over her face as the last of the flow left his body. His sweat-drenched body remained entangled with hers until he finally released her and rolled over onto his back, panting and gasping for air. Digital Underground’s “Kiss You Back” lulled them into the present. Saint winced at his stinging back and chest. He smiled and then laughed as he looked down at the four, long, red scratch marks pulsating with blood. “He’ll mark her, and she’ll mark him,” he said, breathing heavily. Xenia covered herself with the sheets, looking around the room in wonder. She finally built the courage to look back over at Saint, who was now resting comfortably with his eyes open. She felt weak as she gazed at him, filling with desire at the mere sight of him. Saint looked over and watched as she slowly rose. She had a strange look in her eyes. He moved to the center of the bed, parting his thighs as he helped guide her body down onto his stiff shaft.
“Mmm, you like to ride, Baby?” he asked as he watched her undulate.
“I love it. I’m a pro. It’s one of my favorite positions.”
He pumped softly inside her pussy while she gently moved her hips around in a circular motion. Xenia felt possessed, willing to do any and everything for him. She no longer had any control over her own body. It seemed to climb on him all on its lonesome. Every part of him was mouthwatering, and she wanted to taste every inch of his physique. Saint stared up at her, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce as she rode him fantastically hard. The thrashing noise of their bodies grew louder as Saint gradually increased speed. Xenia felt the dull pain from the nonstop lovemaking subside and waves of pleasure quickly replace it.
“I don’t wan
t to want you,” Xenia confessed as she continued to gallop, rocking and rolling her hips with all of her might. “No one will respect me.”
“I’ll respect you. You’ll respect yourself. That’s all that matters,” Saint assured, as she bathed him with her pussy nectar.
Xenia moaned. “I feel so weak when you’re around, even from our very first meeting. You drain me of my power. I’ve never felt anything like this before. You’re either an angel or a demon.”
“I’m just a man – a man who wants you badly.” He reached up and stroked her wild hair,
Xenia was gripped again by a treacherously lovely orgasm. Her whole body seemed to be paralyzed as she fell on top of his chest, moving in slow churns and gyrations. “Oh, God!” she yelled between loud sighs. She realized she had completely lost count. It was in the double digits, and she no longer had a concern to keep score. Saint made his point over and over. Her thoughts took over as fear reemerged. She looked down at him angrily, resisting the urge to scratch his face. Saint looked at her and impishly smiled. He started to speedily pound upwards into her, jostling her around as he held her lower back with his arms, hugging her securely to his body.
“Stop it! I’m on top. This is my shit!” Xenia scolded.
“Well, fuck me the way you did it at first. What the fuck are you doing? What are you waiting for? I thought you said you could ride. This isn’t a ride. It’s a damn turtle and snail parade!”
“Real fucking funny.” Xenia rolled her eyes. “I’m running this right now!”
“You ain’t running shit! You’re barely moving,” Saint said.
“I wish you’d shut the fuck up!”
“Don’t act like the HBIC if you can’t do what you’re supposed to do. I’m trying to bust a nut! You’re supposed to ride my dick like you’re harboring a fugitive in that ass. Run on it! You got up there like you were all big and bad, like you were the shit. You’re moving too fucking slow now, daydreaming and shit. What are you thinking about? Either ride my goddamn dick, let me take over, or get the fuck off!”
Tyga rapped in the background, “Everything I do, well we-we-well done.”
Xenia narrowed her eyes, fury taking full control of her body. She smacked him across the face. His rock hard jawbone made her hand sting. Saint’s head barely moved. Her eyes widened as he looked up at her, as though he was going to stomp her into the ground. His facial expression quickly changed to a wide grin. Saint laughed as he roughly grabbed her wrist before she went for a second serving of a smackdown. She was playing right into his plan.
“You wanna hit me, Baby? You wanna hurt me?” Saint said, smirking. “You’re mad because I own that pussy now? You can hit me. It won’t change anything. All you’re doing is turning me on. You’re marked. You’re mine. You won’t be right for anyone else ever again. I talk shit right? Yeah, I was telling the truth. Imagine that. Now ride my goddamn dick.”
She rose to the tip of his dick, yanked her hand away from him, slid down, and braced herself, pushing her hands onto his chest. She popped and clapped her ass over and over, thrusting on top of him with fortitude as their eyes locked like two ravenous lions preparing for a fight. Brushing her pelvis against his lower stomach, she grinded in nasty twisted rings, making Saint lose control as her drenched pussy absorbed every inch of him. She was a professional jockey, making him lose his mind with her expert contortions and gyrations.
“That’s it, Baby. I knew you had it in you,” he groaned weakly as he lost control and came inside her again. They lie silently for a few minutes.
Raphael sat on the side of his bed in utter disbelief. “Either some good fuckin’ is going on in there, or there’s been a double homicide.” He yawned and scratched the side of his neck, then continued to feed his voyeuristic tendencies. He had heard the noises, the vile name calling, the sexual fighting. He was speechless. He tried to stop eavesdropping, but couldn’t turn away.
Saint delicately lifted Xenia off him, laying her on her side, then he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. He looked at the digital clock by the bed – 6:42AM.
“Xenia,” he said.
“Yes.”
“I had the same dream you had. I’m telling you the God’s honest truth.” Xenia sat up and rested against the headboard. She sighed and smiled.
“So, I’m really supposed to believe that?”
“That’s your choice. I’m just telling you,” Saint shrugged. “I’m going to tell you something that only one living person knows about me. I have really bad insomnia. I rarely sleep, but when I do, I have very vivid dreams, and most of them come true. That’s how I knew you were the one, from my dream. I don’t want to talk about this anymore right now, though. Right now, we need to get you fed and up and running again. You don’t have any energy.” He looked at her, his ego stroked as he admired the results of what he had done.
“Whoa, wait a minute. You can’t just spring something like that on me and then talk about breakfast. So what are you saying? Are you some sort of psychic?”
Saint paused. “I wouldn’t say that, necessarily. It’s just, I have these dreams – been having them since two or three years old, as far as I can recall. I also get a sense about people. I can walk into a room and feel people’s energy. I can’t get a read on everyone though. It’s unpredictable and intermittent. Sometimes it shows up for me, sometimes it doesn’t. I’ve never asked for it or tried to elicit it. It just shows up at various times in my life.”
“Just when I think you can’t get any weirder.” Xenia laughed as she looked away.
“This tattoo on my back has multiple meanings,” Saint said. “She represents my guardian angel. The chakras running up and down her body represent my sixth sense, my spirituality, and my calling. On the flip side she represents my ‘goddess,’ our connection and love for one another. She’s illustrated on my back, and her placement is perfectly in line with my heart. That means she always has my back, is always in my heart, and I’ll protect her no matter what. She’s you.”
Xenia looked at Saint, feeling his sincerity fill the room.
“You’re dead serious,” she finally said as she shook her head in disbelief. “Either you really are crazy, or you’re telling the truth. I’m not certain which just yet.” Saint took her hand and placed it on his heart. Xenia closed her eyes and smiled as she felt it beating under his warm skin.
“You have to give me permission,” he said. “I’ve never attempted this with anyone else, but I want to try.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Xenia asked softly.
“Keep your hand on my heart. Concentrate. I’m going to put my hand over your heart, too. Ask me a question that you know I wouldn’t know the answer to,” he said.
Xenia laughed. “Come on, Saint. This is silly!”
“Please try,” Saint urged. “Think of your question, and think of the answer very clearly in your mind.”
Xenia exhaled, “Well, OK.” She thought for a moment. “OK, I have it.”
Saint nodded, “Slow your breathing. Be as calm as you can, then ask me.”
He waited as Xenia closed her eyes and concentrated.
“I’m ready,” she said. “When I was six years old, I had a favorite – something. My mother would try to make me leave it at home, and I’d cry and have a fit if she took it away. What was it?”
Saint closed his eyes and held her hand harder to his chest while he kept his palm over her heart. Xenia watched as his eyes moved rapidly under their lids.
“It was a yellowish, maybe a light-orange, teddy bear with one blue eye and one black button sewn for the other because the other had fallen off and was never found again. Your grandmother had given it to you a couple years before she died unexpectedly, so you became more attached to the teddy bear after her passing. You didn’t understand death, but the teddy bear gave you comfort. You named her ‘Pumpkin.’”
Xenia gasped, snatching her hand away. She put her hand over her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Oh, my God, it’s true! What you said is true. How did you do that?”
Saint carefully reached over to her face and wiped her tears. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.”
“Saint I don’t know how to feel about you,” Xenia said.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He took her hand and held it. “I was just trying to show you that I’m for real. This isn’t a game to me. This is my life, this is your life. I wasn’t even sure I could do it. I just felt that I probably could. For all I know, I may only be able to do it with you. I have no idea. I usually just get a feeling. I don’t need to touch anyone or have them touch me. Unless it’s a dream, it isn’t as detailed as what we just experienced. The power of touch and your having an open mind helped me do it.”
“I honestly didn’t think you’d know.”
“Yes, but a part of you wanted me to know, and that helped,” Saint explained. “You wanted me to be right.” He leaned close to her face, rubbing his nose playfully against her cheek as he caressed her chin. Saint lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, gently sucking as he wrapped his arm around her stomach. He finished off with a soft peck. “Just relax for a minute. I’ll order us something to eat. Do you like eggs and turkey sausage?”
‘Mount – mate – afterglow – she’s mine,’ he thought.
Xenia nodded. She sighed weakly, “You’re a sadist, Saint. You wore me out.” She smiled happily into her pillow as she relived the carnal lovemaking in her mind before falling back to sleep. Saint grinned, patted her back, then picked up the hotel phone and called for room service.
“Hi, this is Dr. Aknaten in suite 822. I want to order some breakfast, please. I want two orders of scrambled eggs, two orders of turkey sausage – the links, not the patties – two grapefruit juices, two pieces of whole wheat toast, no jam and…” he looked lovingly over at his sleeping beauty, and smiled proudly. “Is there any way I can get a couple of Tylenol brought up as well? Great, thank you.” He hung up the phone. He leaned towards her slumbering body and played with her hair. Saint stretched one of her thick, dark curls, watching it spring back as he let go.
