When Saint Goes Marching In by Tiana Laveen

then lifted her lips to his and jammed her tongue in his mouth. Saint’s hold tightened on the back of her head as he kissed her back passionately, running his fingers through her thick, soft tangles. He roughly pushed her back on the bed to kiss and suck on her breasts feverishly as he ran his fingers up and down her body.
    “Oh yes,” Xenia hissed. “Give me your dick back.”
    Saint lifted up and fed himself to her. She welcomed him back into her mouth and sucked enthusiastically.
    “Shit, baby, like that,” Saint moaned as he looked down and watched his wife handle his cock like a pro. He thrust gently in and out of her mouth as she took as much of him as she could inside.
    “You’re too good at this,” he smiled.
    Xenia looked up at him and winked.
    “Let me fuck you,” Saint gasped as he pulled himself out of her mouth.
     She reached down and rubbed her clit as she waited for Saint to get situated and plunge his long, thick cock inside her. Saint covered her and rubbed himself over her engorged pussy. Xenia wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. He loved teasing her; he wanted to hear those magic words.
    “Come on, Saint,” she begged.
    “You want this big dick in your wet, little pussy, baby?” he asked as he licked his bottom lip.
    “Yes, come on.” Xenia’s eyes grew wider and larger. He never got enough of making love to his wife. They made love as often as possible, rarely missing the time together unless Saint was out of town on business, but it was never enough for either of them. He would find himself resisting the urge to jack-off at work while he’d talk to her on the phone or look at her photo on his office desk. Sometimes he couldn’t fight it and would lock his office door and release his frustration as he stared dreamily at her photographic image. Their sexual, physical, mental and spiritual addiction to one another only grew worse as each year passed.
    “Come on, baby!” Xenia screamed as she spread her legs wider in an invitation he couldn’t refuse.
    Saint looked down at her pussy and then into her eyes as he covered her body with his and slid his tongue into her mouth. He pushed deep inside her, making her moan, cream and scream as their bodies instantaneously melted together.
    “Ahhh,” they sighed in unison, holding on tightly to one another. “Fuck that dick, baby. Yeah, keep those legs spread and those hips moving just like that.” Xenia grinded upwards and met Saint’s rhythm as he danced inside her, swaying and dipping his hips like a professional salsa dancer.
    “I swear your pussy gets even better with time, like wine. Fuck!” Saint yelled as he thrust in and out of her. “So wet, so soft. I love it, baby.”
    Xenia held onto his back tightly as he drilled her with all of his might until she cried out and dragged her nails up and down his back, leaving four long reddened streaks.
    “Your dick feels so good. I can’t wait ‘til you get home. You make me play with myself when you’re not here,” Xenia bucked against him.
    “Mmmmmm!” Saint groaned, turned on by her confession. He opened his eyes, knowing instinctively by her breathing and heart rate that she was reaching her much awaited volcanic orgasm. He loved watching her large, dark sexy eyes slowly roll back in her head, her full, moist lips part and her head fall back as she reached her climax. Saint worked his dick, his eight pack stomach rippling back and forth as he dipped in and out of her, rotating counter clockwise, brushing bumpily against her clit with each forceful thrust. He panted as he went in and out of her, her pussy whisky glazing his stiff tool. Xenia watched him as he struggled to keep his climax at bay. Saint felt her body shake beneath his. He grabbed her thighs, putting them over his shoulders as he continued to thrust deep within her, moving so fast the smacking noise of their bodies echoed in the room.
    “Yes! That’s it! Yes!” Xenia yelled, placing her hand on his