Page 41 of Saint

“Tori, Beauty, we don’t have time,” I warned as I felt her remove my flaccidness from my boxers and stuff it into her mouth. “Tori,” I begged as my length stretched around the warmth and wetness between her lips, growing and hardening.

She didn’t let up, sliding me in and out until I was on board with her antics, thrusting my hips backward and forward as she made a mess with her mouth between us both.

“We’re definitely going to be late,” I confessed as my nut rose and exploded in her mouth.

Through shallow breaths, I restored air into my lungs and trained my eyes down to the beauty before me. Victoria was a straight menace when it came to topping me off. A mouth like that belonged to a husband, and I was glad to be that for her.

“Why’s that?” She asked, swiping the evidence of our deed from her lips.

“Because you’re going to have to change.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“Tori, I’m about to make a mess of that outfit if you don’t take it off right now.”

Victoria

He did make a mess.

My well-curated outfit was inexplicably destroyed by the man who maintained an insatiable appetite for me. The sentiment was shared. I couldn’t resist his advances. It was proven as my wholesome pleated skirt was gathered into a fist, my panties dragged aside, and my center split in two by the weapon he maintained between his legs.

I ended up changing into a simple white satin blouse. I unbuttoned the top few buttons of the shirt and covered my exposed chest with a host of pearls of varying sizes. I paired it with pleated rust-colored bell-bottom slacks. The color was fitting for the oncoming fall season. A bedazzled banana-shaped clutch completed the look for a pop of color, along with my banana-colored heels. It was subtle –for me– and still a nod to my fashionista style.

“Babe, can you strap my heels?”

Saint arched a brow, giving me that look that had us in our current predicament as he drew closer. In a matter of seconds, we could be tearing our clothing off one another and sexing like bunnies in heat.

“No funny stuff,” I warned.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he smirked as he kneeled to strap my shoes on my feet.

Not doing anything consisted of him stealing a few feels as he knelt to assist me. He traced circles on my ankles as he lauded me with compliments about how beautiful my feet were. Several kisses were planted, sending tingles racing up my spine. Only then did he move on to the heels. Once the task was complete, I snapped a photo of us in the mirror. We looked flawless. Saint wore a rust skinny tie against his all-black outfit. The small addition of color to his wardrobe was the perfect complement to what I wore.

Though satisfied with our appearance, we were almost an hour late to dinner. The lone fact had me cringing as the vehicle crept closer to his family’s home.

Commandeering the radio, I connected my Bluetooth to Saint’s speakers. He’d warned me of touching his radio months back, and I had yet to learn my lesson. As long as the tunes weren’t overly loud, he didn’t mind my invasion. Jhene Aiko came over the speakers, gently crooning of a void of fear when it came to falling, and I silently agreed.

Had I fallen for Saint? The internal question had yet to be answered. It didn’t feel quite like love. Not yet. This was the lead-up to it. Free of restraints, I permitted my heart to do as it pleased. Jhene transformed into H.E.R. The lyrics communicated my heart’s sentiments.

I want to love you in every kind of way

I want to please you, no matter how long it takes

If the world should end tomorrow and we only have today

I’m gonna love you in every kind of way

Closing my eyes, I rotated my head to the lyrics, allowing them to be embedded into my being.

“You want to know a secret?” Saint drifted, puncturing my thoughts. As he maneuvered the car, his free hand located mine and interlocked our fingers together. The feel of his skin against mine had become a natural occurrence. Frequently, we communicated through touch.

“What?” I asked, smiling at the invasion of his hands against me.

“I was probably more nervous than you.”

My brow crumpled with his admission. “Why would you be? These are your people.”

“People I seldom spend time with,” quickly he refuted. “My comfort is with you, Tori. With you stationed by my side, I instinctively relax. Let me be that for you, too. Relax.”