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She shook uncontrollably, slurring the syllables. “Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssaaaaaaiiiinnnt!”

Feeling the coldness of the steel against his chest, he pushed his face into her groin, sliding his tongue up and down her moist slit.
Xenia began to pant and sigh loudly.

“Mmmmm, Saint ... Ahhh!
”

T
he handcuffs rattled, clinking against the bed, and the chains around her legs knocked as he consumed her, over and over. He gripped her hips and grinded his chin into her engorged pussy lips, his tongue moving so fast across her slit and special zone it looked like a long, pink, svelte blur.

“Cummin’ all over my fuckin’ face!
You keep cumming on my face, goddamn it! Keep! Fucking! Cumming!” he roared, grabbing her tighter, sucking harder, making her stomach rise and cave with each labored breath. She squealed, her orgasm racing toward her core as if it were in an Olympic track meet. “Is that what you do, huh?!” His voice was gruff, rough, deep and vibrating. “You make me eat your pussy juice?!”

He sucked harder on her bud, making it leave its hood and stand tall and shine with slick glory. “Cum in my mouth! Cum
hard in my damn mouth, baby! Come on! Give it to me!” he barked as he went to her again, sucking so fast and hard, her pussy was drenched as if in a torrential storm.

****

“Ohhhhh, Ahhhh! Uhhhhh! Saaaaaaint! Uhhhhhh!”

Xenia
’s body convulsed beneath this beautiful specimen that she called her husband. He just kept right on, tongue sparring with her pussy as if they were at war. And he was winning ... he was damn sure winning. He gripped her ass cheeks tightly as she yelled her final call, then slowly fell back into his grasp, sighing and panting, her eyes rolling back. He slowed his movements, then stopped. He couldn’t help it; he smiled, then laughed huskily against her pussy—his lips vibrating her nether ones...

She tried to shift to no avail. He knew it tickled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Woman, there is a damn ocean here
in our fucking bed.” He laughed again, “Mmmm, you came so hard, baby.” For old time’s sake, he gave her pussy another light lick, making her shudder.

Xenia
laughed, her body covered in sweat as it spoke to him, telling him exactly what she needed.

****

He ran his fingers up and down her stomach, softly ... sensually. He loved how smooth her skin was, always so supple, so feminine. He’d get high off her smell, her excited pussy, the sweetness of her skin, the taste of her tongue and lips. He simply could not get enough of her. But he needed
more
—he needed something he’d never had and his mind raced on just how to achieve it. He removed the handcuffs and spreaders, then returned to resting on her groin.

She ran
her hands through his tousled black hair. “What’s going on, baby?” she asked.

He swallowed
. “I have an idea. I want to try something with you that we’ve never done before.”

She slowly sat up, forcing him to relocate.

“Well, tell me what it is, Saint. I always told you I’d try what you want at least once, as long as I didn’t get hurt. I trust you, I do...” She twisted and turned on the lamp beside the bed.

He sat up on his elbows and looked up at her. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the sheets and coiled part of the fabric between his fingers.

“I don’t really want to say right now, I just want to try it. Can I just show you?” He looked up at her, a sly smirk on his face. He knew she didn’t trust him completely, though she pretended to, and right now, that was part of the fun.

“Hmmm,
Saint.” She grinned. “I don’t trust that smile on your face. This better not be anything like the time you wanted to—”

“
Nah.” Saint laughed. “Nothing like that ... nothing like the elevator incident.” He laughed harder, remembering how upset Xenia was when he pulled the emergency switch, trying with all of his might to have his way with her in the small claustrophobic confines.

“We could’ve been arrested!”

“No one was there in the plaza at that time. You were just a chicken.” He gave another hearty laugh as he watched her grimace then smile.

There was a brief pause. “So
.” He rubbed his hands together and looked over at the clock. It was one in the morning. “I want to take you somewhere. Throw on some quick clothes, and let’s go.”

While
Xenia dressed, Saint put on a pair of jogging pants and headed down the hall to Beset’s room. He knocked on the door then waited patiently. The old woman came to the door, smiling and looking as if she’d been wide awake.

“Beset, do you mind?
Xenia and I need to step out for a little while; can you keep your eyes and ears on the boys and Isis?” Saint whispered.

“Why of course, Dr. Aknaten. I was reading anyway, c
annot sleep.”

Saint
nodded. “Thank you, Beset.” He made his way back down the hall to the master suite. There Xenia stood, her purple parka wrapped over a shirt and denim capri pants.

“Okay
.” She sighed. “I’m ready.”

****

The drive was quiet as Saint made his way under the star dotted navy blue sky. He turned the car off and stiffened in his seat. Soon, he exited the car, walked around, and opened Xenia’s door, helping her out of the vehicle. They walked hand in hand in the open low-cut, desolate grass field.

“Wait right here,”
Saint instructed as he let go of her arm and continued to walk forward an additional fifty feet or so, assessing the area. His shoulders were slightly slumped as he took each step, in deep thought. He knew she had her eyes on him, wondering what he was up to. He suddenly stopped and turned on a dime, facing her head on. Their eyes locked as he swiftly removed all of his clothing. Saint exhaled and inhaled deeply as his excitement grew. He briefly closed his eyes, then leisurely stretched. Xenia held her arms and rubbed them. He knew she wasn’t cold; she was just anxious.

In the distance, city lights glowed and the wind seemed to pick up speed and velocity. The centrifugal force around
Saint’s ankles caused the grass surrounding him to softly sway. His hair blew briskly as he stood his ground. Light soon emanated from Saint’s being. He was traced in a warm, white glow, from head to toe. He unfolded a blanket he’d brought along; laying it down in the field, then retraced his steps toward her, but faster. Taking her hand, he led her to the blanket.

“I’m going to l
ie down and go to sleep, and I want you to lie down beside me. Let’s rest together.”

He knew she had questions and was biting her tongue. This was something he wanted, no,
needed
, and he appreciated her keeping her inquisition within and just allowing the event to flow naturally. Saint wrapped his arms around her waist, ushering her closer. He removed her parka, letting it fall around her shoulders until it finally puddled around her feet. The rest of her clothing followed. Saint had exposed the masterpiece for his slow viewing pleasure. He bared not only her body, but her very soul.

He
lowered her down to the ground, shrouding her with his body in the vast field, and kissed her. Sprinkling delicate, sensuous, moist kisses along her face, lips and neck, their eyes met several times over while he slowly caressed her face, his fingertips gliding gently back and forth along her jaw. The most special of memories weaving itself into their psyches—a memory they’d never let go of. It was them and Mother Nature under the moon—a new beginning to savor for many years to come.

Their mutual intensity built until they’d fallen into a comfortable groove. Peace overcame him, and he embraced her tightly as he closed his eyes, and fell blissfully asleep.

*
***

Thirty minutes later...

Xenia
gasped and held on to her man’s rigid body for dear life. Saint’s eyes fluttered open as he realized he was levitating. He quickly secured Xenia to his naked body.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you ... not going to let you fall,” he assured her, holding her tightly. This time, he didn’t tell his body to lower back to the ground. Oh no, this time he stayed in mid-air.

The wind whipped past them as they ascended further up into the air, approximately four feet off the ground. Xenia looked in amazement, her curls moving softly across her face. She dared herself to look beyond their floating bodies and gasped when she saw all the tiny city lights in the distance. Their beauty was unbelievable...

And then he
seasoned his lips with hers. Saint kissed her so forcefully, passionately, embraced her so tightly that her worries almost completely vanished.

“I’m not going to drop you, baby.”

Gripping her even tighter, he flipped them so that she was now on the bottom, and he on the top. She was terrified, though she knew the short fall wouldn’t hurt her. It was just the thought that this man she loved almost more than herself, was floating and here she existed with him, in his semi-state of slumber, having this special moment in time. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her pounding heart—trying to block out what was transpiring; it was too surreal. There’d been too much excitement, too soon. But her retreat was shortlived as he invaded her thoughts.

****

“Open your eyes, and trust me,” he whispered in her ear.

He demanded it
, and he would get it from her. He had to have it; he needed for her to believe in him. He flipped her back around, forcing a scream so loud both of their eardrums rang. Then, they both laughed as he squeezed her. The winds calmed, and a sense of peace infused both of their spirits.

H
e positioned her just so—moving her legs over his shoulders, upright on his chest, as if he were a human chair. Saint repositioned himself, ever so slightly, so that his mouth could reach her forbidden zone, his shoulders and neck now aligned with her inner thighs. She murmured something incoherent when he languidly licked up and down her love, gripped her ass with his hands, brushed his tongue tenderly over her clit. Xenia sighed and bucked against him as he held her lower back securely, gliding his fingers back and forth from her ass, and upward, unhurriedly loving her down and melting between her thighs, as if he were a part of her—a mere extension.

****

Saint held her tight, reassuring her with his body that he would not let her go anywhere, only draw her closer to him. He continued to ingest her, making her dizzy with euphoric orgasms that were aerodynamically magnificent. He swallowed her feminine serum and syrupy sweetness ran down her soft, inner thigh, glistening under the moonlight. He licked her leg, not wanting to waste the precious nectar. She was so close, that only a few more tongue dances made her pour her sweetness into his awaiting mouth. He smiled, satisfied, as he looked up at her.

After a few moments, he positioned his narrow hips between her supple inner thighs, still floating beneath her, without a care in the world.
Xenia closed her eyes and held him tightly around the neck as she felt him plunge deeply upward inside of her, thrusting forcefully over and over again without hesitation. Saint shuddered and moaned loudly as he gripped her hips, feeling her juice drizzle down his hungry shaft. He pounded upward, forcing her body to take all of him, accept him graciously. They both cried out simultaneously, moaning and sighing. Xenia opened her eyes when he started to fly slowly across the spectacular L.A. evening sky. He sped up his pace as he ushered her along.

Then, while still inside of her, he flipped them once again, making her shriek
and laugh. He started again, thrusting with brute determination as he held her tightly to him.

“You’re not going anywhere
, baby.”

Their mutual addiction to one another was now bursting through the atmosphere like a fireworks explosion. It had a life of its own and the intensity was out of this world.

“Ahhh, Mmmmmmm,”
Saint moaned as he continued to push in and out of her vessel, getting what he so desired. He intertwined their legs and lay down flat upon her, nestling his face in the crevice of her neck and shoulder blade as they continued to rock above the Earth. His fingertips dug deeply into her lower back as he arched and began to move more aggressively.

“Uhhh! Uhhh! Mmmm, sweetie ...”

She whimpered, that kind of whimper he knew all too well, the one he waited on, the moan he relished. Her lovely orgasm was building and he wanted it, needed to feel her shaking beneath him in the little death. Finally, she soared with unbelievable back to back orgasmic waves—and her climax electrified his own body, giving them both the beautiful shock of their lives.

“
Oh my God, Saint. You’re so deep inside me,” she panted. He was throbbing inside of her, his dick holding them tightly together—keeping them truly as one.

Saint
pulled his hips back, then lunged forward forcefully, sticking in position then retreating, causing them both to scream in the cloaking winds while their bodies blended amongst the twinkling city lights.