Saint, p.11
Saint, page 11
“I bought a few plants to liven up the place.”
Stepping toward the car, he opened the door and removed the two plants I’d purchased, giving them a long look. One of them was as tall as he was. “Where are these going?” He asked with an unreadable expression.
“So… I was thinking it would give the place some color. I didn’t want to encroach on your–”
“Tori, baby, I don’t care. I just want to know where to put it. And here.”
He reached into his pocket and removed his wallet. I’d expected a wad of cash to be shoved into my hand, but instead, I was awarded the sleek black card bearing his name.
“Next time, spend on the card. Buy yourself something, too.”
There were many next times. The newest edition to my wardrobe was the Chanel bag I’d been eyeing for the last two years. Void of the nerve to purchase the pricey purse, it remained on my vision board until the day I’d gotten ahold of Saint’s black card. The singular purchase was the only thing I indulged in strictly for myself. Everything else was for the home. I may have purchased ten plants in total –most of them fully grown– to invite color into the blasé color scheme of the home. Dull light fixtures were swapped for more extravagant statement-like fixtures. Large vases were purchased to add subtle art to corners. There was only one thing left that I needed to rectify by the end of my expensive home shopping spree.
The bite of cold tile pierced my skin, reminding me that rugs were a necessary addition. The hallways were wide, and the lower floors coated in concrete. I wasted little time locating Persian rugs similar in color to the home’s décor to line the offending halls. Saint was skeptical upon their arrival, fussing about them housing dirt because heated floors would have been a better investment, although pricier and blah, blah, blah. Once the rugs were placed, we tracked down the halls several times until I’d made him a believer.
“See? Now you can comfortably take me down on the ground,” I flirted, causing him to shove his bottom lip between his teeth.
Saint
“So, my parents want to meet you.”
Leisurely, I introduced the topic as Victoria, and I lounged outside on the beach. Where the rest of Paramour was ripe with overcooked souls from the unrelenting heat, Paramour Beach issued a calming breeze and shaded palm trees. Technically, it was rainy season, but today, the weather was mild. With our bowl of fruit and her bottle of wine, we indulged in the hospitable day.
“Okay, when?” She asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
“Next weekend, Beauty.”
My announcement caused her to sit up in her seat. I’d spent the last few months getting to know my spitfire of a wife. I knew what was coming and prepared myself for it. No stimming required.
“Saint! My hair isn’t done, my teeth aren’t whitened, and oh my gosh, what should I wear? Are they conservative? Are they liberal? You haven’t told me much about them. I don’t even have a ring!”
One by one, I’d lay her concerns to rest, even if it meant making arrangements to have her hair done and her teeth whitened. Lifting my arm, I scrutinized the timepiece on my wrist, noting the time.
“Someone should be pulling up to fix that right about… now,” I announced.
Against the synchrony of the beach, I heard an engine churning in the driveway before its cessation was summoned. Freeing my phone from my pockets, I opened the texting application and sent a message to our welcomed visitor.
A few minutes later, we were joined by a suited man. He trekked toward us with a briefcase in tow and two bulky men flanking behind him. The unrest stemming from my request to meet me on the beach painted the trio’s faces in a uniform fashion.
“Saint,” he nodded upon his approach. “I wasn’t dressed for the beach. You should have told me.”
“Ain’t shit wrong with digging your toes in the sand Jasper. Anyways, this is Victoria, my wife. Tori, this is Jasper, the jeweler.”
“Nice to meet you, pretty lady,” Jasper lusted in her direction but swiftly schooled that shit under my glare.
Once the formalities were out of the way, one of Jasper’s men unlocked the briefcase with a concealed key. He stood between us both, opening the case to reveal an array of diamond rings ranging from platinum to yellow gold and white gold.
“Take your pick, Beauty,” I encouraged, watching as Victoria’s eyes bloomed at the request.
“Are these – are these all real?”
Jasper scoffed. “Don’t insult me, pretty lady.”
“Don’t insult us, I amended.”
Victoria’s head whipped from Jasper to me in astonishment. “Saint, I can’t accept something so big. All of these are so huge.”
“Per your husband’s request, pretty lady.”
Victoria wasn’t the only one who required evidence of our union. There were at least five male wedding bands Jasper brought along for my selection. After briefly discussing the modest specifications for myself, he’d chosen from his extensive collection. My selection was simple as I slid the unpretentious silver band onto my ring finger.
Victoria was still sitting upright in an incorruptible daze with her eyes glued to the selection of at least thirty or forty diamond rings.
“You can get more than one, Beauty.”
As if thawing from the perpetual frozen state she’d fallen victim to, Victoria blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice, she swatted her lengthy lashes but didn’t move. Grabbing a random rock from the assortment, I reached for her long and slender hand and slid the ring onto her ring finger. I didn’t miss the way she cut her eyes at me, logging that in my Tori manual as irritation.
“We have to start somewhere. Make a few selections, Victoria.”
Unthawed from the clutches of whatever rocks froze her attention, she removed the ring I’d chosen and handed it to Jasper. Once her finger was free of the jewelry, she picked a halo diamond and slid it onto her finger. She turned her hand this way and that, tilting her head as if it would alter the look of the ring. Then, she slid it off her finger and gave it to Jasper.
“That one is a maybe,” she announced.
Victoria made several more selections, repeating the same process as the first until her gaze went rigid on the fourth pick. She swallowed hard, and I witnessed her eyes grow misty as she fell in love with the ring.
“This one,” she whispered, nearly inaudibly.
“Do you want a second one?” I asked her while nodding to Jasper.
“No. No, this is the one I’d…” She trailed off.
Jasper lingered with his briefcase for several minutes, questioning us both with his eyes before he finally asked, “Are we sure about our selections? Nothing else?”
Never mind that the motherfucker had made five figures on Victoria’s selection alone. I pivoted my attention toward her, directing her to provide the final answer. Confirming her content, she nodded her head.
Once Jasper and his team left, Victoria and I remained planted in the chaises positioned toward the beach. I knew she was mulling through her thoughts. Everything had occurred so swiftly that she’d barely had time to process it all. It was how I often felt when my surroundings overstimulated me.
“It’s a beautiful ring, Saint,” finally, she revealed the station of her thoughts.
“For a beautiful woman,” I flourished, dragging my eyes away from the shore to land on her.
Undoubtedly, Victoria was beautiful, and she was mine for the remainder of our year together. There were things I’d begun to feel for her, though I didn’t permit myself to do so thoroughly. Trepidation kept me from doing so.
I had yet to discern if she was authentic in her words and feelings or if they’d arisen from our agreement. It was the reason why I hadn’t granted myself permission to dive into the emotions I’d developed concerning her. They were far too complex and bottomless for my liking. Her rejection of them would be inscrutable. For the time we shared, I preferred to keep things simple and enjoy myself while it lasted.
Still a student of issuing comfort, I had much to learn. Thus far, I’d mastered that physical closeness could help ease mental or emotional discomfort. Victoria had taught the burgeoning lesson. She was always in perpetual pursuit of a hug. I had yet to understand the perfect words to say, but the evidence of misty eyes inspired my desire to draw her closer to me. Tearing a page from her book, my arms outstretched.
“Come here.”
Slowly, she rose, erasing the space that kept us separate, and sat on my lap. My hands fenced around her frame as I relaxed in the chaise.
“Tell me what you were going to say about the ring when Jasper was here.”
Shaking her head, she refused my request.
“Tell me,” I petitioned, sliding my palm up and down the back of her swimsuit cover.
“It’s the ring I’d choose if I were staying married.”
“Staying…” I trailed off, getting lost in the tide in the distance. The idea of forever with her seemed like such a dream. I was falling deep into something with her. Hard and fast, it was something I hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing with any soul before her. The forsaken life I lived was my norm. No one ever stayed. As much as I desired it, neither would I expect it.
Hooking my hand around her chin, I brushed her lips with my thumb. “Come closer. Gimme those lips.”
Victoria lowered her head until she was on top of me, using the palms of her hands to keep her body up. My lips covered hers, prompting her moans. I swallowed those, searching the depths of her mouth for the truth I craved.
Would she stay?
I’d fashioned a world of my own here with no desire to depart from it. For so long, I’d lived alone, basking in my slice of paradise. For the first time in forever, I had someone to share it with, and I wanted to share it with her.
Severing our exchange, my eyes trailed the length of her frame. The way her breath raced, the way her eyes glazed, the way she was looking at me… She was trying to hold back – trying to hold on to the narrative that she didn’t want me in such a public setting– but pebbled nipples told of a tale that differed.
“Take those bottoms off,” I demanded.
“Saint, we can’t.”
“Don’t ever let that word fall from those pretty ass lips. We can do whatever we want, Beauty.”
Against her protests, I was already freeing the strings that held her bikini in place. Can’t didn’t exist in my vernacular. If I desired a thing, I made accommodations to obtain it. We were on a secluded part of the beach where many didn’t venture right behind the house. Privacy was assured. If she wanted to ride my dick until the sun winked at the moon, I had ample supply.
“No one can see us, Tori,” I coaxed, grazing the pads of my fingers over her drenched pussy lips. “Now gimme those lips,” again I demanded possession of her top and lower set. It was ridiculous the way we spent nearly every day having sex. Even amidst the minor differences, my dick found a way to bury itself inside her depths.
“Mmmmh. I want you, husband.”
The confession tumbled from both sets of lips, free of hesitation. She rubbed her hands across my chest before drifting lower and brushing across my length.
“Put him in and ride, wifey. If anybody comes, it’ll just look like you’re sitting on top of me. Your swimsuit cover is hiding us.”
Removing my dick from my trunks, I tapped it between her legs, requesting entry. Knock, knock.
“Let me in,” I insisted.
My hands thumbed her nipples –the pair begging to be freed of the fabric covering her breasts. I wanted nothing more than to suck them into my mouth and listen to Tori moan in content. She sighed as my thumb and index finger were used to give each one a pinch.
“Saint…” Her chest deflated as she released a breath and lifted, dropping the fabric that covered her pussy lips. When she sank back down, my tool was buried inside her slippery warmth, and we both sighed in relief.
Victoria didn’t move instantly. Instead, she shifted her head left and right to clock the scenery for anyone who might see us. Apprehension made a dwelling of her being, summoning my words of reassurance.
“I got you. Nobody’s here but us, Beauty.”
I could feel the collapse of her internal muscles around my girth before she thrust her hips forward in acknowledgment. She committed to a slow grind, allowing me to feel every curve and ridge her pussy housed exclusively for me. My eyes locked on her lips, refusing to connect with one another, her lowered lids near glued to one another, and her titties swaying to her immaculate rhythm –still obstructed from my view by the bathing suit top.
The pulsing heart of the sea caused a gentle swell in the ocean. Inside Tori’s sea, I, too, swelled, getting harder as the waves cascaded onto the shore and Tori’s suppleness cascaded into me. As she quickened her pace, her contents spilled onto my base and seeped down my balls. She was a fucking mess below.
Tugging the tie that held her breasts, I freed them from their hiding place, wasting no time hungrily stuffing my mouth with a nipple. Victoria moaned, cheering me on as my teeth grazed her skin. Switching sides, I repeated the feast, listening to the roaring of the waves and the frequent roaring of my name.
Everything was so intense, from the gust of wind on the beach to the feel of her ocean drowning me. The shawl she wore fell from her shoulders, and before I knew it, my feet were digging into the sand where my shorts rested in a puddle nearby as I dug into her from behind.
Both heavily exposed, we carelessly laid waste to our lust amidst palm trees and a cool breeze. Victoria rocked into me from behind, slowly announcing her zenith. Reaching forward, I thumbed the firm bulb between her legs, sending them shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck Tori. Cum on that dick. I feel you,” I whispered, still thumbing and stroking.
“Baby, it’s cumming!”
“Let it go, Beauty.”
The announcement of her arrival wasn’t needed. I could feel her pussy spitting up, contracting against me. Her shit squeezed and sucked my dick of all it held inside while encouraging me to let off and do the same. Removing myself from her warmth, I was met with the cool breeze of the ocean as my seed spilled into the sand beneath us.
The long pleated black skirt paired with a black bejeweled bustier was fitting for Victoria’s style. She wore a houndstooth blazer bunched at the elbows to cover her partially exposed bust. Platform Gucci penny loafers finished the look. Swaying her frame this way and that, she looked on in the mirror, inspecting her reflection of any disarray.
“How do I look?”
She lobbied for my opinion as I pulled a Margiela button-down over my limbs and proceeded to button the shirt.
“Gorgeous, Beauty as always,” I spoke, never swaying from my task of securing my shirt.
Cool to the touch, slender hands covered mine, stilling my movements.
“You didn’t even look at me, Saint.”
Freeing a sigh, my eyes connected with hers. It wasn’t a simple task, and most people weren’t rewarded such attention from me. Focusing on an individual in such an intimate way wasn’t in my arsenal of strengths. With her, it was different. With her, that connection gave me strength.
“Step back. Let me see you.”
As requested, she stepped away and twirled slowly, permitting me to see her entire ensemble. She stilled and bucked her neck at me, awaiting a response. “Well?”
“You look like a fashion designer, Beauty.”
Her face crumpled at that as she closed our distance and proceeded to button the remainder of my shirt. “What is that supposed to mean, Saint?”
“Was it supposed to mean something else? I meant what I said.”
“So, not conservative? Not trying too hard? Not excessive?”
The barrage of questions was the way she revealed her nervousness. It was yet another fact I’d logged in the Tori manual created from our time together.
“Don’t ever adjust yourself at the behest of impressing another soul, Beauty. Be you.”
She stepped away from me, returning to scrutinizing herself in the floor-length mirror. The knowledge I’d dropped was meant as I uttered each word. Victoria had never been concerned about what anyone thought of her or her appearance. Meeting my family wouldn’t instigate the start of such behavior.
“I see a vibrant, confident, wholesome but sexy woman that I’ve been blessed to call my wife.” Readily, I confessed the words weighing on my chest cavity.
Puppy dog eyes found me alongside trembling, pouty lips. “Saint,” she fussed, inching closer.
“What? I’m serious.”
“I know,” she whined right before dropping to her knees.
Wholly exposed, without pants, she had access to my crown jewels. I could feel her fingers graze over my boxers as she looked up and eyed me greedily.
“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.
Stepping toward the car, he opened the door and removed the two plants I’d purchased, giving them a long look. One of them was as tall as he was. “Where are these going?” He asked with an unreadable expression.
“So… I was thinking it would give the place some color. I didn’t want to encroach on your–”
“Tori, baby, I don’t care. I just want to know where to put it. And here.”
He reached into his pocket and removed his wallet. I’d expected a wad of cash to be shoved into my hand, but instead, I was awarded the sleek black card bearing his name.
“Next time, spend on the card. Buy yourself something, too.”
There were many next times. The newest edition to my wardrobe was the Chanel bag I’d been eyeing for the last two years. Void of the nerve to purchase the pricey purse, it remained on my vision board until the day I’d gotten ahold of Saint’s black card. The singular purchase was the only thing I indulged in strictly for myself. Everything else was for the home. I may have purchased ten plants in total –most of them fully grown– to invite color into the blasé color scheme of the home. Dull light fixtures were swapped for more extravagant statement-like fixtures. Large vases were purchased to add subtle art to corners. There was only one thing left that I needed to rectify by the end of my expensive home shopping spree.
The bite of cold tile pierced my skin, reminding me that rugs were a necessary addition. The hallways were wide, and the lower floors coated in concrete. I wasted little time locating Persian rugs similar in color to the home’s décor to line the offending halls. Saint was skeptical upon their arrival, fussing about them housing dirt because heated floors would have been a better investment, although pricier and blah, blah, blah. Once the rugs were placed, we tracked down the halls several times until I’d made him a believer.
“See? Now you can comfortably take me down on the ground,” I flirted, causing him to shove his bottom lip between his teeth.
Saint
“So, my parents want to meet you.”
Leisurely, I introduced the topic as Victoria, and I lounged outside on the beach. Where the rest of Paramour was ripe with overcooked souls from the unrelenting heat, Paramour Beach issued a calming breeze and shaded palm trees. Technically, it was rainy season, but today, the weather was mild. With our bowl of fruit and her bottle of wine, we indulged in the hospitable day.
“Okay, when?” She asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
“Next weekend, Beauty.”
My announcement caused her to sit up in her seat. I’d spent the last few months getting to know my spitfire of a wife. I knew what was coming and prepared myself for it. No stimming required.
“Saint! My hair isn’t done, my teeth aren’t whitened, and oh my gosh, what should I wear? Are they conservative? Are they liberal? You haven’t told me much about them. I don’t even have a ring!”
One by one, I’d lay her concerns to rest, even if it meant making arrangements to have her hair done and her teeth whitened. Lifting my arm, I scrutinized the timepiece on my wrist, noting the time.
“Someone should be pulling up to fix that right about… now,” I announced.
Against the synchrony of the beach, I heard an engine churning in the driveway before its cessation was summoned. Freeing my phone from my pockets, I opened the texting application and sent a message to our welcomed visitor.
A few minutes later, we were joined by a suited man. He trekked toward us with a briefcase in tow and two bulky men flanking behind him. The unrest stemming from my request to meet me on the beach painted the trio’s faces in a uniform fashion.
“Saint,” he nodded upon his approach. “I wasn’t dressed for the beach. You should have told me.”
“Ain’t shit wrong with digging your toes in the sand Jasper. Anyways, this is Victoria, my wife. Tori, this is Jasper, the jeweler.”
“Nice to meet you, pretty lady,” Jasper lusted in her direction but swiftly schooled that shit under my glare.
Once the formalities were out of the way, one of Jasper’s men unlocked the briefcase with a concealed key. He stood between us both, opening the case to reveal an array of diamond rings ranging from platinum to yellow gold and white gold.
“Take your pick, Beauty,” I encouraged, watching as Victoria’s eyes bloomed at the request.
“Are these – are these all real?”
Jasper scoffed. “Don’t insult me, pretty lady.”
“Don’t insult us, I amended.”
Victoria’s head whipped from Jasper to me in astonishment. “Saint, I can’t accept something so big. All of these are so huge.”
“Per your husband’s request, pretty lady.”
Victoria wasn’t the only one who required evidence of our union. There were at least five male wedding bands Jasper brought along for my selection. After briefly discussing the modest specifications for myself, he’d chosen from his extensive collection. My selection was simple as I slid the unpretentious silver band onto my ring finger.
Victoria was still sitting upright in an incorruptible daze with her eyes glued to the selection of at least thirty or forty diamond rings.
“You can get more than one, Beauty.”
As if thawing from the perpetual frozen state she’d fallen victim to, Victoria blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice, she swatted her lengthy lashes but didn’t move. Grabbing a random rock from the assortment, I reached for her long and slender hand and slid the ring onto her ring finger. I didn’t miss the way she cut her eyes at me, logging that in my Tori manual as irritation.
“We have to start somewhere. Make a few selections, Victoria.”
Unthawed from the clutches of whatever rocks froze her attention, she removed the ring I’d chosen and handed it to Jasper. Once her finger was free of the jewelry, she picked a halo diamond and slid it onto her finger. She turned her hand this way and that, tilting her head as if it would alter the look of the ring. Then, she slid it off her finger and gave it to Jasper.
“That one is a maybe,” she announced.
Victoria made several more selections, repeating the same process as the first until her gaze went rigid on the fourth pick. She swallowed hard, and I witnessed her eyes grow misty as she fell in love with the ring.
“This one,” she whispered, nearly inaudibly.
“Do you want a second one?” I asked her while nodding to Jasper.
“No. No, this is the one I’d…” She trailed off.
Jasper lingered with his briefcase for several minutes, questioning us both with his eyes before he finally asked, “Are we sure about our selections? Nothing else?”
Never mind that the motherfucker had made five figures on Victoria’s selection alone. I pivoted my attention toward her, directing her to provide the final answer. Confirming her content, she nodded her head.
Once Jasper and his team left, Victoria and I remained planted in the chaises positioned toward the beach. I knew she was mulling through her thoughts. Everything had occurred so swiftly that she’d barely had time to process it all. It was how I often felt when my surroundings overstimulated me.
“It’s a beautiful ring, Saint,” finally, she revealed the station of her thoughts.
“For a beautiful woman,” I flourished, dragging my eyes away from the shore to land on her.
Undoubtedly, Victoria was beautiful, and she was mine for the remainder of our year together. There were things I’d begun to feel for her, though I didn’t permit myself to do so thoroughly. Trepidation kept me from doing so.
I had yet to discern if she was authentic in her words and feelings or if they’d arisen from our agreement. It was the reason why I hadn’t granted myself permission to dive into the emotions I’d developed concerning her. They were far too complex and bottomless for my liking. Her rejection of them would be inscrutable. For the time we shared, I preferred to keep things simple and enjoy myself while it lasted.
Still a student of issuing comfort, I had much to learn. Thus far, I’d mastered that physical closeness could help ease mental or emotional discomfort. Victoria had taught the burgeoning lesson. She was always in perpetual pursuit of a hug. I had yet to understand the perfect words to say, but the evidence of misty eyes inspired my desire to draw her closer to me. Tearing a page from her book, my arms outstretched.
“Come here.”
Slowly, she rose, erasing the space that kept us separate, and sat on my lap. My hands fenced around her frame as I relaxed in the chaise.
“Tell me what you were going to say about the ring when Jasper was here.”
Shaking her head, she refused my request.
“Tell me,” I petitioned, sliding my palm up and down the back of her swimsuit cover.
“It’s the ring I’d choose if I were staying married.”
“Staying…” I trailed off, getting lost in the tide in the distance. The idea of forever with her seemed like such a dream. I was falling deep into something with her. Hard and fast, it was something I hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing with any soul before her. The forsaken life I lived was my norm. No one ever stayed. As much as I desired it, neither would I expect it.
Hooking my hand around her chin, I brushed her lips with my thumb. “Come closer. Gimme those lips.”
Victoria lowered her head until she was on top of me, using the palms of her hands to keep her body up. My lips covered hers, prompting her moans. I swallowed those, searching the depths of her mouth for the truth I craved.
Would she stay?
I’d fashioned a world of my own here with no desire to depart from it. For so long, I’d lived alone, basking in my slice of paradise. For the first time in forever, I had someone to share it with, and I wanted to share it with her.
Severing our exchange, my eyes trailed the length of her frame. The way her breath raced, the way her eyes glazed, the way she was looking at me… She was trying to hold back – trying to hold on to the narrative that she didn’t want me in such a public setting– but pebbled nipples told of a tale that differed.
“Take those bottoms off,” I demanded.
“Saint, we can’t.”
“Don’t ever let that word fall from those pretty ass lips. We can do whatever we want, Beauty.”
Against her protests, I was already freeing the strings that held her bikini in place. Can’t didn’t exist in my vernacular. If I desired a thing, I made accommodations to obtain it. We were on a secluded part of the beach where many didn’t venture right behind the house. Privacy was assured. If she wanted to ride my dick until the sun winked at the moon, I had ample supply.
“No one can see us, Tori,” I coaxed, grazing the pads of my fingers over her drenched pussy lips. “Now gimme those lips,” again I demanded possession of her top and lower set. It was ridiculous the way we spent nearly every day having sex. Even amidst the minor differences, my dick found a way to bury itself inside her depths.
“Mmmmh. I want you, husband.”
The confession tumbled from both sets of lips, free of hesitation. She rubbed her hands across my chest before drifting lower and brushing across my length.
“Put him in and ride, wifey. If anybody comes, it’ll just look like you’re sitting on top of me. Your swimsuit cover is hiding us.”
Removing my dick from my trunks, I tapped it between her legs, requesting entry. Knock, knock.
“Let me in,” I insisted.
My hands thumbed her nipples –the pair begging to be freed of the fabric covering her breasts. I wanted nothing more than to suck them into my mouth and listen to Tori moan in content. She sighed as my thumb and index finger were used to give each one a pinch.
“Saint…” Her chest deflated as she released a breath and lifted, dropping the fabric that covered her pussy lips. When she sank back down, my tool was buried inside her slippery warmth, and we both sighed in relief.
Victoria didn’t move instantly. Instead, she shifted her head left and right to clock the scenery for anyone who might see us. Apprehension made a dwelling of her being, summoning my words of reassurance.
“I got you. Nobody’s here but us, Beauty.”
I could feel the collapse of her internal muscles around my girth before she thrust her hips forward in acknowledgment. She committed to a slow grind, allowing me to feel every curve and ridge her pussy housed exclusively for me. My eyes locked on her lips, refusing to connect with one another, her lowered lids near glued to one another, and her titties swaying to her immaculate rhythm –still obstructed from my view by the bathing suit top.
The pulsing heart of the sea caused a gentle swell in the ocean. Inside Tori’s sea, I, too, swelled, getting harder as the waves cascaded onto the shore and Tori’s suppleness cascaded into me. As she quickened her pace, her contents spilled onto my base and seeped down my balls. She was a fucking mess below.
Tugging the tie that held her breasts, I freed them from their hiding place, wasting no time hungrily stuffing my mouth with a nipple. Victoria moaned, cheering me on as my teeth grazed her skin. Switching sides, I repeated the feast, listening to the roaring of the waves and the frequent roaring of my name.
Everything was so intense, from the gust of wind on the beach to the feel of her ocean drowning me. The shawl she wore fell from her shoulders, and before I knew it, my feet were digging into the sand where my shorts rested in a puddle nearby as I dug into her from behind.
Both heavily exposed, we carelessly laid waste to our lust amidst palm trees and a cool breeze. Victoria rocked into me from behind, slowly announcing her zenith. Reaching forward, I thumbed the firm bulb between her legs, sending them shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck Tori. Cum on that dick. I feel you,” I whispered, still thumbing and stroking.
“Baby, it’s cumming!”
“Let it go, Beauty.”
The announcement of her arrival wasn’t needed. I could feel her pussy spitting up, contracting against me. Her shit squeezed and sucked my dick of all it held inside while encouraging me to let off and do the same. Removing myself from her warmth, I was met with the cool breeze of the ocean as my seed spilled into the sand beneath us.
The long pleated black skirt paired with a black bejeweled bustier was fitting for Victoria’s style. She wore a houndstooth blazer bunched at the elbows to cover her partially exposed bust. Platform Gucci penny loafers finished the look. Swaying her frame this way and that, she looked on in the mirror, inspecting her reflection of any disarray.
“How do I look?”
She lobbied for my opinion as I pulled a Margiela button-down over my limbs and proceeded to button the shirt.
“Gorgeous, Beauty as always,” I spoke, never swaying from my task of securing my shirt.
Cool to the touch, slender hands covered mine, stilling my movements.
“You didn’t even look at me, Saint.”
Freeing a sigh, my eyes connected with hers. It wasn’t a simple task, and most people weren’t rewarded such attention from me. Focusing on an individual in such an intimate way wasn’t in my arsenal of strengths. With her, it was different. With her, that connection gave me strength.
“Step back. Let me see you.”
As requested, she stepped away and twirled slowly, permitting me to see her entire ensemble. She stilled and bucked her neck at me, awaiting a response. “Well?”
“You look like a fashion designer, Beauty.”
Her face crumpled at that as she closed our distance and proceeded to button the remainder of my shirt. “What is that supposed to mean, Saint?”
“Was it supposed to mean something else? I meant what I said.”
“So, not conservative? Not trying too hard? Not excessive?”
The barrage of questions was the way she revealed her nervousness. It was yet another fact I’d logged in the Tori manual created from our time together.
“Don’t ever adjust yourself at the behest of impressing another soul, Beauty. Be you.”
She stepped away from me, returning to scrutinizing herself in the floor-length mirror. The knowledge I’d dropped was meant as I uttered each word. Victoria had never been concerned about what anyone thought of her or her appearance. Meeting my family wouldn’t instigate the start of such behavior.
“I see a vibrant, confident, wholesome but sexy woman that I’ve been blessed to call my wife.” Readily, I confessed the words weighing on my chest cavity.
Puppy dog eyes found me alongside trembling, pouty lips. “Saint,” she fussed, inching closer.
“What? I’m serious.”
“I know,” she whined right before dropping to her knees.
Wholly exposed, without pants, she had access to my crown jewels. I could feel her fingers graze over my boxers as she looked up and eyed me greedily.
“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.
