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Their gazes locked
.

“That was nice, honey. Thank you
,” she said softly.

“It’s a way of honoring you.
Of telling you how much I love and appreciate you. To wash someone’s feet and kiss them means you adore that person—that they mean the world to you. I’m your student and teacher.” His love for her caught in his throat. “I’m in awe of you and don’t ever think I’m too good to kneel before you. It means, I humble myself to you. I love you so much, baby.”

The apple of
Xenia’s cheeks turned several shades of crimson. She reached downward and stroked the top of his head, his black, silky tresses slinking through her fingers. Saint pushed his hands roughly up her legs, pressing hard into her skin, lifting her gown further along the way. He kissed her knees, then made his way up between her thighs. Xenia shuddered when he burrowed his face snuggly between her legs.

“All I need is your legs spread and my head buried between them,” he murmured.

He worked his tongue back and forth over her creases, tantalizing her clit. Then, he took her all in. He gently sucked her labia, bringing the soft, feminine folds gently into his mouth. She began to moan louder and scoot up the bed. He caught her, pinned her down and flicked the tip of his tongue all of her pussy.

“Ahhh,
ohh, Saint!” Xenia fell flat on the bed, shaking her head back and forth.

Enjoying the show and feeling turned on, he didn’t slow down.
He didn’t dare slow down. He grabbed her ass, bringing her fully to his lips, not leaving a slither of space unattended as he drove his tongue in and out of her. And she rained into his mouth, screaming out his name as she twisted and contorted in the tangle of sheets.

“Mmmm
... mmmm, baby,” he murmured as he swallowed her juices. “Your pussy tastes so damn good...”

He held
her trembling body until she came down her high, then prepared for a second assault.

“Oh, no,” she gasped. “Not again...”

Lights out.

When she
awakened some time later, he kissed her inner thighs and tasted the last of her pussy liquor for old time’s sake. He stood and gently rubbed the tip of his erection, removing the pre-cum with his thumb—but he pushed his needs aside. Tonight, he wanted it to be all about her. It was a daunting task, but he managed to take it slow and easy as he walked around the bed. Xenia immediately got comfortable, the want clearly defined in her eyes. Sliding under the sheets, he nestled her close to him and kissed her forehead.

“I love you
, baby.” He squeezed her as she ran her fingers down his heaving chest.

Xenia
flung the covers off of her. “No way, Jose. What do you think you’re doing?” she said in mock horror.

S
aint shrugged. “I was just doing something for
you.
I wasn’t sure, you know, that you’d want that. I know sometimes you, well, with the pregnancy and all, I just thought... ”

“Boy, stop playin’. You better give me that
damn thing!”

Before he could respond, he watched her
gaze at his thick dick and maneuver over his legs. He opened his thighs, letting them fall lazily wide, to match the size of his eyes as she put her hot mouth on his cock.

“Uhh! Baby, fuck!” S
aint gripped the pillow next to him. She was sucking his dick so deliciously, so nastily, he was sure those jaws could remove dried paint from a concrete wall. “Goddamn it!” He flung his head back on the headboard when she twirled her long tongue around the head then took him deep in her mouth, playing with her breasts in the process. “Shit!”

“You know
... just how ... I like it,” he said breathlessly as his eyes rolled back. He gripped the back of her head and gently thrust in and out of her mouth. “Xenia, damn! You’re trying to drive me crazy!”

She continued on, gripping the base of his rod. The wet, slurping noises were
pushing him over the edge. Finally, she pulled off with a popping noise. A slim trail of saliva and pre-cum hung like a cityscape clothes line from the bottom of her lip to the tip of his cock. The nastiness of that sight turned him on even more. He balled her hair in his fist and waited for her next move...

“Come on
, baby, don’t stop! Keep sucking my damn dick! Don’t tease me, Goddess.” he panted, knowing she was working him up.

With the smile she was giving him, she had him by the balls
. He was completely at her sexual mercy. There were a few things Saint didn’t play about. Food, cars, his family, fucking, giving his Queen head, and getting dome. He was serious as a heart attack about it—and a master of the oral game. He had a black belt from ‘Eat Rite’ University and he was proud to have been her Professor. She went from a C student to straight As and cum laude, and boy did she make him cum loudly. Because of her, he now craved dome more than ever in his entire, extensive sexual history. She was a quick study, and it didn’t hurt that she loved every damn throat gagging moment of it.

Finally she stopped teasing and swept him in her mouth, up and down. Down and up.
She popped it out of her mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip and running her tongue along the thick, rigid veins.

“Fuck baby
... fuck!”

She sucked the head like a crawfish, causing him to groan throaty and loud. “Ah
hh! Don’t make ... don’t make me... ” He slid further down the bed, completely losing control. “Don’t make me ... cum ... ahhh! I’m going to ... bust! Xenia, shit!”

She gently stroked his balls, trying to get that creaminess right out of him. Instead, he snatched his cock out of her mouth, held his dick
and rolled her on her side with his free hand. Lifting her leg, he dove deep inside of her, burying his dick in her pussy until his pelvis was flush with her soft ass cheeks, making her scream out to the angels, sun and moon. He rode her body as if his life depended on it.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!”

He thrust into her repeatedly, driving them both mad. He was close; there was no turning back. He could see the finish line and he knew—it would soon be covered in snow...

“I’m cu
mmin’ again, baby. Saint!”

S
he jerked, her ass pushing back against his groin as he continued to pound her from the side. Saint dropped his head on her shoulder, humping her diligently, his pelvis smacking into her ass and his hand on her breast.

“Uhh!
Xenia! Here I cum ... Here I cum, baby!” he roared as he exploded inside of her, warm semen leaving his body and flowing into hers. His balls tightened and his abdomen contracted with each lunge. It felt so good; he wished he could bottle the sensations and rewind time whenever she wasn’t around...

“Ahh
h, shit ... woman.”

Gently, he kissed her shoulder and
pulled away. He sat up, his inner ears ringing, then fell back onto the bed, dazed but definitely not confused. “Whew ... shit.”

Xenia
laughed lightly and sat up, grasping part of the sheet and holding it to her warm body.

“Your head game
... woman, goddamn!” He laughed as he ran his fingers up and down her arm. “You’ve gotten so good at that ... make a man ... go crazy,” he gasped.

He
closed his eyes briefly, trying desperately to catch his breath. “Whew, I almost didn’t make it. It caught me by surprise.”

He smiled lazily at her.
Xenia grinned at him, showing a slight blush then rose from the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. Saint could see her through a slither of the partially opened door. He watched as she ran water in the sink basin, feeling like a peeping Tom, and it turned him on. It was her customary way and he enjoyed it immensely. Sometimes she’d look over her shoulder and wink at him, and sometimes he’d tease her, saying that he put a quarter in the slot, and expected her to bend over and let him see her candy.

He liked watching her run a fresh washcloth under the water and clean her pussy from top to bottom.
She stopped allowing him to do it as much—clean her up. He’d run the warm cloth along her, gaze into her eyes, do it again and then before long, he would be back inside of her. It always led to more sex. Therefore, he was fired from pussy clean-up detail due to bad behavior. He smiled at the thought and stared back at her while she opened her labia and worked the cloth over his favorite meal, knowing it would be good and ready for his tongue again a little while later, and she’d pretend to resist. There was no such thing as one time; he had to have her again and again...

He pulled his fixated eyes away from her and
let his thoughts drift. Pushing the incredible sex aside, he focused on his daughter, what had happened with Brooks, and his father’s woes and deceit. At times he felt overwhelmed, but not for long. He didn’t have time to drift in self-pity, and it wasn’t his thing. He was proactive; there was no sense in getting upset about things he couldn’t change, and the things he could, he made sure he tackled them like a linebacker.

He looked back at the bathroom
, where Xenia was now playing with her hair.
That woman
was his whole world. Saint understood that he was fanatical about her—she was his manic obsession, but he didn’t care. His heart thumped loudly in his chest at the sight of her. He felt his tightfisted, possessive nature over her increase, rise to the top of his lungs like cream in soup. He could barely focus when he was inside of her, around her, or in the same room.

Xenia, you belong to me
, baby. You aren’t going anywhere, ever again. My daughter and my sons belong to me. I’m a daddy and a husband, provider and lover; and no one, I mean no one, is going to jeopardize what we have. Nizsm isn’t done. I know he isn’t. Once he finds out he’s been duped, he is coming after me and our baby—and I’ll be ready. This is one blood bath I will enjoy immensely...

***

Three weeks later...

“
Keep tickin' and tockin', work it all around the clock! Everybody keep rockin' and clockin' ... and shockin' and rockin'!”

S
aint continued to rap and dance to the music, shuffling his feet to the beat in the large, sleek finished basement. He was listening to the favorites in his classic hip hop collection for the third time that evening. Xenia was upstairs drying the boys off from their bath, and he’d decided he wanted some alone time with his mistress, Rap music. It had been a long day and he was eager to be home and unwind. He kept moving, until he thought he heard someone calling him from the top of the basement stairs.

“Saiiiiint!”

The music continued to blare.

“S
aint!” She came to the bottom of the steps, her hand on her hip and her other hand gripping his cell phone. He walked to his computer and shut off the music. “I’ve been calling your name for a while, baby. Beset is tucking the boys in. I wish she didn’t feel the need to do that every night. Anyway, I even paged you down here on the intercom. You must be zoned out and the music was so loud, you’d think we had Afrika Bambaataa here in the flesh. I see you’re in an old school mood.” She handed him the phone with a smirk on her face.

He reached for it and kissed her cheek
. “Thanks, baby.”

“Hello?”
He craned his neck, watching as she made her way back up the steps, his focus tight on her rear end until he could no longer see it sway from side to side.

“S
aint, it’s Lawrence.”

“Hey, man! You didn’t get enough of me today, huh?”

Lawrence laughed on the other end of the phone. “Actually, I did. I’m not sure why you felt the need to get into such detail about the female orgasm during a meeting about the recent jump in interracial marriages since year 2008. Your explanation was rather graphic.”

S
aint burst out laughing. “I made it pertinent. Weren’t you paying attention?” he teased.

“Of course
... of course I was,” Lawrence said shyly. “You gave some good information. Uh, but that isn’t the reason I’m calling.”

Saint
leaned against the leather sectional sofa. “What’s up?”

“
Xenia is what? Like five months pregnant now?”

“Almost six.”

“I’m surprised Nizsm hasn’t tried anything, I’m worried for you guys. He must know that Xenia is still pregnant. This could get dangerous.”

Saint
had deliberated several times on whether he should tell Lawrence about the heartbeat spell, but had talked himself out of it at each and every turn. Xenia was protected. Beset had explained in great detail that the thoughts of the woman he had entered, and gotten pregnant, would be blocked for all but him until the birth. It was a convenient side effect of the spell and it worked like a charm—but only for an Angel Child’s
soulmate ...
and that’s what she was. He had had Lawrence ‘test her’ some time ago, with no explanation as to why. Lawrence confirmed it, saying her energy was like Fort Knox.

Regardless of all of this
, Lawrence may not be so lucky. He surely wasn’t a soulmate, and his level of energy wasn’t up to par to fight a long haul with the likes of Nizsm. It was just too risky. One false move and the entire plan could unravel. The less he knew about the new developments, the better.