12. Blessing
“Bye yalllll!” I yelled, waving to Taryn, Symone, and Rome. Saint grabbed my hand, leading me towards the truck. Chanel and Dru were already inside, seated in the back row.
“Why’d she roll her eyes at you?” Chanel asked, confused.
“Who rolled their eyes at me?”
“Symone. She didn’t even respond when you said bye.”
I shrugged, leaning against Saint as he wrapped his arm around me. “I didn’t notice. Maybe it wasn’t towards me. She was just cool in the club.”
“I hope that was the case. I hope we don’t have to cut her off already. We just met the bitch.”
“Right..” I responded. I felt Saint’s hand slowly glide up the inside of my thigh.
My eyes met his. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on my lips, grazing a finger across the outline of my lower lips, through the soaked seat of my panties.
A low groan escaped his mouth. I told myself I was going to take things slow with him, but I couldn’t go another day without feeling him inside me.
I reached over, placing my hand in his lap.
I couldn’t help but squeeze his growing erection.
The ride home felt longer than the drive to the club. I was so anxious to make it to the house and into Saint’s bed. The truck barely came to a stop before I opened the door and climbed out.
“Damn bitch. You good?” Chanel asked.
I nodded, pulling her into a hug. “Yeah, girl.. I think tonight’s the night.” I whispered into her ear.
She squealed. “Finally! Omg, did you get a wax? Don’t give that man no hairy pussy.”
I pulled away from her, laughing. “Girl, yes, I went earlier this week. Be safe, love you. Let me know when you make it home safely.”
I used my thumbprint to unlock the front door and slowly pushed it open.
Saint was right behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, his face nuzzled in my neck, peppering soft kisses against it.
The house was mostly dark. The only light was coming from the tv in the living room where Miss Jackie was sprawled out on the couch, peacefully sleeping.
“We’re going to the master bedroom upstairs,” Saint whispered against my neck before pulling away and leading me towards the steps. I’d never been on the second floor of his home. He had been staying on the lower level due to his injury.
“Wow..” I mumbled, glancing around his room.
I could tell this room was custom-built just for him.
Upon entering the room, the first thing you see is a plush brown section in front of a faux fireplace.
There was a coffee table in front of it, similar to the one in the living room.
His tv was suspended above the fireplace on a glass wall.
Everything about the room screamed luxury.
Behind the glass wall was his actual bedroom.
There was a small set of steps leading to the platform.
His California king bed sat between two chestnut nightstands.
There was an in-suite bathroom off to the left of the room.
I noticed my pink spennanight bag sitting in the middle of the bed.
I kicked my boots off before heading towards the stairs.
As soon as my foot hit the top step, his hands were on me.
He smashed his lips against mine, kissing me hungrily.
I threw my hands around his neck, pressing my body closer into him.
I shoved my tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his.
He had a hand on my throat, lightly squeezing it as his other hand smacked and gripped my ass before pulling the bottom of my dress up to my waist. He pulled away from the kiss and tugged my dress over my head, tossing it to the side, leaving me in my olive-green bra and panty set.
“Shit.” He mumbled as his eyes traveled my body.
I climbed onto the bed, leaning up on my elbows and watching him undress ‘til he was only in his boxers.
“Wait.. what about your knee? Are you in any pain?” I asked, my voice laced with concern. He wasn’t fully healed yet, and he still wore his knee brace a few days out of the week to help with the healing process. I didn’t want to rush into sex and hurt him, undoing all the progress we’d made.
“Relax, ma, I’m straight. There’s no pain. I used some of the pain cream before we went out. If I feel any pain, we’ll stop. Now let me take care of you.” He responded, climbing between my legs. His lips were pressed against mine again as his hands gripped the side of my thighs.
I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, throwing it across the bed.
He removed his mouth from mine, trailing soft kisses across my jawline, down my neck, until he reached my breast. His mouth immediately latched onto my nipple while he slid a hand into my soaked panties.
His middle finger slid between my lips, dipping into my soaking wet hole.
My juices immediately coated his finger as he slowly pumped it in and out of me.
He switched nipples, giving the other one the same attention.
I could feel myself getting wetter as he kissed down my stomach.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, yanking them down my ankles.
My legs were pushed back and spread open as he came face-to-face with my pussy. He used his fingers to spread my lips open before swiping his tongue across my clit. My body shuddered at the feeling. Soft moans escaped my lips as he latched onto my clit, sucking it.
“Fuuuuck Saint,” I moaned, gripping the back of his head as I bucked against his face.
His mouth felt so good on me, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I hadn’t been touched like this in over a year.
I felt two of his thick fingers push inside of me, causing my juices to soak them.
Saint pulled away from my clit, curling his fingers inside of me.
“Sweet ass pussy.” He mumbled before spitting on my clit and slurping it back into his mouth.
The flicks of his tongue quickened as my legs trembled.
An orgasm shot through me, causing my juices to shoot out of me.
He pulled his fingers out of me, wrapping his arms around my thighs as he covered my entire pussy with his mouth.
His tongue shoved inside of me, not missing a drop of my essence.
He looked up at me, face and beard covered in my stickiness.
Within seconds, his lips were on mine again.
I could taste myself on him as our tongues swirled around each other while I reached between us, yanking his boxers down.
My clit throbbed at the size of him. He was so long and thick, I could barely fit my hand around him.
I swiped my thumb across the pre-cum that oozed from his mushroom-shaped tip.
He reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open.
He grabbed a few condoms from the drawer, passing them to me.
I ripped the packet open and rolled the condom onto his length.
He rose to his knees, pushing my thighs back ‘til my knees touched my chest. “Slide it in.” He said, his voice deep and husky, filled with lust. I reached between us, rubbing his tip up and down my clit before guiding him into my soaking wet opening.
We both let out a moan as he slowly slid into me.
He worked his way inside of me until his pelvis met mine.
My walls clamped around him, causing him to curse under his breath.
Our eyes were glued to each other as he gave me slow, deep strokes. Soft moans spilled from my lips. I could feel myself getting wetter each time he hit my spot. He leaned down, wrapping his hand around my throat, as his strokes grew faster.
“Oh baby this dick feels so good.” I moan into his ear, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Gotdamn Bless baby this shit so—FUCK. I need to feel you.” He groaned, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
“Take it off.” I moaned against his lips. His strokes stopped as he looked at me for reassurance. I nodded. He reached between us, slowly pulling out of me. He pulled the condom off, tossing it into the small trash bin beside the nightstand.
“Turn over. Put that ass in the air.” He ordered, climbing off the bed.
He placed a pillow beneath my stomach as I flipped over onto my knees, arching my back.
“Ass so fucking fat.” He smacked his hand across my ass before spreading my cheeks open.
I gasped, feeling his tongue swipe down the crack of my ass.
His tongue swirled around the rim of my asshole a few times before traveling down to my clit, slurping it into his mouth.
“Oh my— fuck Saint!” I moaned as his mouth attacked my clit, bringing me to the second orgasm of the night.
He didn’t give me any time to recover before he plunged into me.
I choked back a cry as he gave me long, deep strokes.
I’d had my fair share of dicks, but none of them ever filled me like this.
“Damn this shit so fuckin’ wet Bless. You hear how wet this pussy is?” He groaned, digging his fingers into my hips. I reached back, spreading my ass cheeks open as he slid deeper inside of me, his tip tapping my spot. “Creamy ass pussy.” He grunted.
“Mmmm fuck yes. I’m about to cummm!” I whimpered, throwing my ass back to match his strokes. “Give it to me, baby, wet this dick up.” He urged, stroking me harder. I could feel him in my stomach.
My stomach tightened as my walls gripped around him, coating him in my cream.
His strokes never slowed down. The sounds of my wetness filled the room as our damp skin smacked together.
He wrapped his arm around my torso, bringing my back to his chest. He gripped my jaw, shoving his tongue into my mouth as he stroked me faster.
I could feel myself about to cum again. I’d never had a man make me cum back-to-back like this.
His hand slid down my stomach until he reached my pussy.
His fingers slipped between my lips, massaging my swollen clit.
I could feel his dick swelling inside of me.
“Can I nut in this pussy, baby?” He mumbled against my ear, moaning into it. “Hm? Can I full this shit up?”
“Please, Saint. Let me feel it.” I begged. His tongue was back in my mouth as his warm nut sprayed my walls
We both fell flat against the bed, breathing heavily.
I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me.
He smacked my ass one last time, slowly pulling out of me.
He spread my cheeks, watching his cum drip out of me, onto the sheets.
He placed a wet kiss on my lips before heading into the bathroom.
I heard the shower turn on as he called me to join him.
I stood from the bed, slightly groaning at the ache between my legs as I walked into the bathroom.
His bathroom was just as beautiful as the bedroom.
Soft gray tiles stretched across the floor.
I could feel the heat coming from them as I stepped inside.
There was a large jacuzzi tub nestled beneath a wide frosted window.
There was a collection of FemmeScents candles in the corner of the tub.
A glass-enclosed shower stood beside the tub.
The walls were covered in dark tiles. There was a rainfall shower head and a bench against the wall.
Saint opened the shower door, guiding me inside before getting in behind me.
He sat down on the bench and pulled me into his lap, roughly kissing me. The kiss led to another round before we cleaned each other up and retired to the bedroom, tangled underneath the cool sheets.
Crossing this line with Saint should’ve scared me, but one hit of that good ass dick had me gone already. I just hoped this didn’t blow up in our faces.