The Naughty Sins Of A Saint (28 page)

“I’m going to go really slow. If it hurts too much, tell me, and I’ll stop,” he said caringly as he pushed the head of his cock inside her anal cavity. Xenia gritted her teeth, flinching and moaning. “You have to relax, Baby,” he reminded her. Saint moved in and out of her slowly, pushing no more in than the head. He moaned deeply as the pleasure he was feeling started to take him over. Saint reached around in between her legs as he stroked her clitoris, circling the nub over and over then switching directions as he continued to push the tip of his dick in and out of her. “A little more,” he whispered as he pushed more of himself inside her ass. Xenia cried out. The pain and pleasure were now dancing together. Warm, pleasurable sensations she had never experienced started to take over.

“You like that, Baby?” Saint asked as he pushed another inch of himself inside.

“Yes!” Xenia cried out. She began to rock her hips, moving slowly backwards towards Saint’s groin.

He moaned noisily as he pushed the rest of the way inside, as far as he could go. Xenia rose, her eyes flying open as she felt the immense pressure. It hurt so good. Saint continued to lovingly move in and out of her. Minutes passed. Saint increased his pace slowly, ensuring his beautiful bride would not be hurt. He stopped rubbing her clitoris and put both hands around her hips as he brought her to him, for each pending thrust.

“Oh, Baby,” he moaned as he fell into a deep abyss of overwhelming desire. “Thank you for giving me your sweet, tight ass tonight. It feels so good, Baby.” He closed his eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

“It feels sooo good,” Xenia admitted as she bit the sheets. The aching pleasure cocktail was creating an orgasm she had never experienced before. Her anus began to throb, sending her into an orgasmic tailspin. “Ohhh,” Xenia moaned. Saint moved faster, feeling her anal muscles relax completely.

“Fuck!” he yelled out as he pumped harder and more rapidly. “Your ass is choking my cock. This feels so fucking good, Baby.” Saint fell onto her back, still holding her hips steady as he drove in and out of her rectum. “Ah! Ahhh!” he cried out as he came, his ejaculation filling her with warm gooiness. He carefully pulled out of her. He looked down at her butt, his cum slowly rolling out and dripping between her legs. He immediately walked into the bathroom and grabbed a warm, wet washcloth, then placed it on her behind, catching the overflow and cleaning her off.

Xenia
fell onto the bed after he finished. Her ass throbbed, but she couldn’t wait to try it again soon. Saint laid down next to her across the bed, circling her back with his fingertips. “Thank you, Sweetheart. I know you were a little scared, and it wasn’t something you exactly wanted to do, but you did it for me. You at least tried it again. I appreciate that. I hope in the end you liked it. I sure did, but we don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to,” he assured as he continued to rub her back.

Xenia
rose and looked at him, her big dark chocolate nipple only two inches away from his face. He looked up at her, then at her erect nipple and placed his mouth over it as he cupped the bottom of her breast. “I liked it, it wasn’t so bad. You were right. With you, it was different,” she said as she looked down at him nursing from her. He continued to lick and suck her nipple then gradually slowed down until he had stopped completely. Xenia watched as Saint went into the bathroom and stood at the sink, washing his hands and penis. He returned and laid Xenia down on her back.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he said as he kissed her and massaged her breasts. Xenia opened her legs wider and placed them over his shoulders as she smiled up at him. She groaned as she felt him entering her pussy.

Saint moaned as he closed his eyes. “Let’s get some drinks. Let’s go out and celebrate tonight. I’m moving to L.A. to be with my baby,” he smiled as he reached up and rubbed her shoulder. “I love you, Baby,” he said as he kissed her sweet, soft lips.

* * *

One month later…

“Saint, are you sure other women are going to be there?” Xenia asked as he clasped her pearl necklace around her neck for her with one teardrop emerald pendant hanging from it.

“Yeah, Baby. It’s a men’s conference, but this one is small and exclusive – for married men only. Spouses were encouraged to come – but don’t get women’s lib on me – they can’t listen in while I speak,” Saint informed.

“Oh, really? You know that’s some bullshit,” Xenia said, placing her hand on her hip.

Saint threw up his hands. “Hey, it wasn’t my rule. I didn’t arrange this. It’s to make the guys feel more comfortable I guess. Keep in mind, we’ve never invited women before, so I’m sure over time it’ll change as we have more of these co-ed gatherings. I’m just there to coach about the marital bed, then other speakers will hit keynotes. I think you’ll enjoy yourself,” he said as he buttoned the sleeves on his dark chocolate button-down shirt. “Did the real estate agent call you back yet about the offer?” Saint asked as he debated on whether he was going to wear black or brown slacks.

“Not yet. I had no idea my house would sell so fast, especially in this market. It’s a real bitch trying to pack up so fast,” Xenia said as she put in her earrings, looking into the large mirror in Saint’s master bathroom.

“It’ll be over soon, Xenia. I’ll help you again this weekend. We can get that moving crew to come out and put the rest of your stuff in storage. We’ll be together practically all the time, and I’ll get on your nerves so bad, you’ll tell me to move back to New York,” he laughed.

“Probably, but I love you anyway.” She winked and laughed as she rubbed virgin coconut oil in her hair that was now pulled back in a bun, perfectly coiffed after two hours of blow drying and flat iron heat. Xenia looked herself over, approving of her long, sparkly, form-fitting green dress and matching four-inch heels.

“You look good enough to eat,” Saint said, startling her as he stood behind her and kissed the back of her neck.

“Ah, I didn’t even see you come in,” she said as she snickered and checked her eyes for mascara smudges.

“That’s because you were too busy admiring yourself. I’ve been rubbing off on you,” Saint teased. “Are you ready? We better get going,” he said as he walked back out of the bathroom and slid his shoes on.

“Yes, Babe. Just let me grab my purse, and we can get out of here.” Xenia did one more pirouette and walked out of the bathroom. She saw that all the lights in the penthouse were turned off, minus the one right in the entrance hallway. She picked up her matching green purse and saw Saint’s regal silhouette leaning against the doorway as he held her coat over his arm. He looked mysterious cloaked in the dimness, only noticeable from a small yellow nightlight. He smiled at her and extended his hand. Xenia instantly got butterflies as she took it and let him lead her away.

* * *

“I just love it! Do you know how few times I get to see snow, Saint?” Xenia said excitedly as she pressed her hands onto the passenger side window, watching the large, fluffy, white flakes come down and blanket the New York streets.

“I guess I’m pretty much over it,” Saint said as he cleared his throat. “When you grow up freezing your ass off during the winters, snow becomes the enemy,” he joked.

“It’s so pretty! How could you hate it?” Xenia asked as she looked over her shoulder briefly at him then back out the window. Xenia rolled down the window and waved her hands around frantically.

“You’re a Cali girl. You just don’t understand. Hey, you’re letting all the heat out,” Saint said as he enjoyed her juvenile behavior. Xenia stuck her tongue out and collected snow, enjoying the sensation as it landed and quickly melted from her body heat. Saint looked at the time, back at Xenia, and pulled over.

“What are you doing? We aren’t there yet are we?” she asked as he put his car in park.

“No, but we have a little extra time I see. Traffic wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d thought it be tonight.” Saint got out of the car and walked over to her side, taking her hand and helping her out of his SUV. He closed the door behind her, locked his car, and held her hand tightly as they walked past storefronts as the snow decorated Saint’s black coat with white polka dots.

“You wanted to see the snow.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “In a week or two, there will be ice skaters over there.” Saint pointed to a small pond in the middle of the bustling downtown square. He grabbed her from behind, nestling his face in the cradle of her shoulder and squeezing her tightly. “And over there will be an entire storefront of high priced, artificial Christmas trees. And over there, will be vendors selling hot chocolate, tea, and coffee.”

Xenia
smiled widely, her heart beating a mile a minute as she felt his loving embrace in the middle of the city winter wonderland.

“Oh, my God, Saint. Look!” Xenia pointed across the street to a large angel statue. “Isn’t she beautiful?” she said as she began to move towards it. Saint took her hand as they walked across the street and studied the large, limestone figure with intricately detailed wings. Her bronze halo shone under the flickering street lights.

“That’s something else,” Saint said as he looked up at it in amazement. “I don’t ever remember seeing her here. I think I would’ve remembered. She must be new. Maybe she’s here for Christmas.”

“She kind of looks like the angel on your back, your tattoo,” Xenia said as she circled the statue, touching it gently with her left hand as if it were fragile. Xenia looked around and took note of all the people running to and fro with shopping bags, children laughing and chasing after one another, and business people moving swiftly with rolling suitcases in one hand and overpriced coffee in the other. It was dark outside, but the city never slept.

Saint looked at his watch, “Well, Baby, we better get going. They’re going to serve dinner, so we need to make sure we aren’t late, or you may have to settle on fast food after we leave,” he laughed.

Xenia
waltzed up to him and grabbed the collar of his coat, jerking him close to her. “You know, thinking of that tattoo on your back got me kind of excited. Just thinking about you naked makes me – want you so bad.” She winked at him.

Saint put his arms tightly around Xenia’s waist and pulled her into his groin. “Is that so?” he said, his voice low as he spoke only inches away from her face.

Xenia
nodded then looked around. “I wonder if there is somewhere we can dip real quick.” Saint’s eyes grew wide.

“Are you propositioning me for some quick screwing, Mrs. Aknaten?” Saint asked, genuinely surprised.

“Yes, I am,” Xenia said as she pushed her breasts firmly into his chest.

Saint looked back down at his watch. “As tempting as that is, we really need to get going. You know how we are. We can’t do quickies no matter how hard we try.”

“Bawk! Bawk! Bawk! Chicken!” Xenia teased as she flapped her arms. Saint laughed and grabbed her hand again.

“Baby, your hands are freezing. We need to get you some better gloves,” he said as they started to walk away.

“You could just keep me warm yourself, but…” Xenia sighed as she taunted him, “it appears that the infamous sexaholic Saint is a no-go for a winter quickie, and he’s a newlywed. How pathetic!”

“You want my peppermint stick huh?” Saint asked as he abruptly tugged her arm, bringing her body back to his in a snap.

“Yes, I do, Gingerbread Man, but it’s more like a Yule Log,” Xenia grinned.

“You tell me my ego is too big, but you keep feeding it by saying stuff like that. I wouldn’t mind some of your sweet potato pie sliding up and down my North Pole,” Saint laughed as he took her hand. They walked briskly as he looked around trying to find a spot. He pointed to a storage alley with no exit between two buildings.

“Come here,” he said as he pulled her arm, leading her to the very back where a concrete enclosure blocked them. The snow blanketed their hair, glistening before it melted away.

“It’s so cold out here!” Xenia blurted as she started to second-guess herself.

“Oh, no. Don’t try to get cold feet now!” Saint said as he opened his coat and unzipped his pants.

“That’s the problem – my feet really are cold!” Xenia said, making a pitiful face.

“Too bad, Mrs. Claus. You should’ve thought about that before you invited Rudolph to guide your sleigh tonight. You’re about to see some silver balls, I mean, bells,” Saint said as he unbuttoned her coat and pushed her dress up around her waist. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, then cradled her panty-hose covered crotch. Saint took his car key out of his pocket, carefully ripping a small hole in them. He spread it wider with his hands, making a small opening. Xenia jumped as she felt his knuckles move across her pussy as he tore the hole a bit broader. Saint lifted her up, pressing her back firmly against the concrete wall, holding her steady with one hand. He quickly pulled his dick out of his boxers and guided himself inside her. He held her up with both hands, looking her in the eye as the snow continued to immerse them in preemptive holiday cheer. She moaned as he plunged inside. Cool air flowed out of their open mouths with each breath. Xenia’s excitement grew.