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TEN

Silently, Saint watched me. Stalked me. Studied me.

“What is it, Sac?”

“Saint–” he corrected.

“Saint, now?”

“Call me Saint, Rome. I like the way it sounds rolling off your tongue.”

The word tongue rolling off of his forced my legs together.

“What is it, Saint?”

He tipped his chin in the direction of the food in front of me.

“You’re uninterested in the selection?”

I shook my head, still rolling the meat around the plate with my fork.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it? Is there somewhere you’d rather be?”

I nodded. “There is.”

Taken aback, Saint waited for me to continue. To elaborate. To explain where I’d rather be than with him.

“I can’t help but think about the gift I brought you– and how much I want to give it to you.”

“A gift?” He asked, partly surprised and partly intrigued.

“Yes. A very special gift,” I admitted.

He sat up straight, stiffening his spine. Curiosity led his frame toward the center of the table.

“What is it, Rome?”

I swallowed the air pocket lodged in my throat. Inhaling, I managed to contain my composure.

“My virginity.”

“Rom–”

“I’m not getting younger. And, I’ve kept myself intact long enough to know when the time has come. I’ve waited for this moment, our moment, for years. It’s always been yours to have. Whether it’s tonight, tomorrow night, or next month– you’ll have it.

“But, tonight–I need you to have it. To help me cross that line into womanhood. To make me feel good, just like the other night. To hurt me and then make it better. To break me and then piece me back together by morning.

“Just like you, Saint, I bear no interest in leaving here with a full stomach. Not when the only thing I care to stuff right now is my pussy. With that very thick, very noticeable bulge between your legs.”

As vulgar and out of character the words and requests felt to me, they felt just as truthful and genuine.

“With all sincerity, I don’t plan on ending my night without experiencing you.

Fully. I am still famished, Saint. Parched.

And, it’s only you who can replenish me.

Feed me. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.

Reduce me to a mere thread of your linen.

I want to be completely and utterly unraveled.

“I want to be held. I want to be touched. I want to be sucked. I want to call out to the heavens because it hurts so good to me. I don’t want anyone else to do that for me but you. You said I’m not one to take risks, but I want to bare it all tonight. Skin to skin. Meat to meat.

“Full submission–mentally and physically. I don’t want a single doubt to ever enter my head about your leadership and your promises of forever after tonight. I’m ready to seal our fate. Fuse our connection. Can you help me, Saint?”

He didn’t bat a lash. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t make a sound. Yet, he stood on his feet and took me by the hand. Slowly, he led me to the door we’d come through, down the stairs, and out of the front door of Yama .

And, then, suddenly, my breath was taken and my lips were stinging. Our mouths collided. Saint pulled back almost instantly.

“Is this how every date will start for us?” He groaned, still holding me closely.

“Next time, but this is how they will end.”

He nodded, exhaling. “Fair enough, Mellow.”

Everything was happening in slow motion, but still I felt as though I was speeding through an unfamiliar vortex. My lungs, limbs, and lips were moving, yet I felt nothing. Heard nothing. Knew nothing. While simultaneously feeling everything. Hearing everything. Knowing everything.

Nothing subsided until my heels tapped against the freshly polished wood. The whirlwind I was trapped inside of stopped spinning. My vision cleared and there I was.

Standing in the middle of a newly constructed home.

Standing in the middle of his home.

Feeling so small.

Feeling so large.

Feeling so good.

Feeling so warm.

Hot.

Heated.

Scorched .

I swallowed, trying to rewet my dry throat. From behind, Saint’s arm circled my waist. He planted his nose against my neck and inhaled deeply. His right hand slid down the front of my skirt, lifting it with a flick of his wrist. It rose without hesitation, creeping up my legs and butt cheeks.

With ease, he maneuvered my soggy thong, pushing it aside. Labored breathing forced my head against his chest. The moment his cool fingers grazed my clit, my nostrils swelled. I sealed my eyelids and prayed my climax was swift. Because, I’d been needing it like I did my next breath.

“Saii– nt ,” I whimpered as he pressed his thumb against my clit and dug into me with his index and middle fingers.

“Welcome home, love.”

His thumb massaged me externally. His fingers massaged me internally. I didn’t stand much of a chance. But, I didn’t want one either. I wanted to be bent up, burned out, and unable to hold my own body weight by the time I made it to sleep tonight.

“Mmmmm– Mmmmm– Mmm.”

I’d waited for this moment. The last thing I wanted was for Saint to hold back or take it easy on me. I employed him to loosen me up and stretch me out. The return of my walls would be glorious. Right now, I needed them separated.

In the warmest way.

In the worst way.

In a good way.

In a memorable way.

In all ways.

“Ohhhhhh yesssssss.”

Back and forth, he worked his fingers inside of me. The movement of his thumb was repetitive. The combination was sending me far and rapidly. He understood his assignment far too well. He was a craftsman, and he was on a mission to make a masterpiece.

“Saint…” I cried out.

My legs buckled. I could no longer withstand my own weight.

“Saint!”

His lips met the side of my neck. He kissed down my shoulder and then back up toward my neck.

“Oh f– uhhhhh– Sai–”

He placed his lips against my ear.

“Let that shit go, Rome.”

I did as I was told. The choice wasn’t mine to make. I didn’t have another option.

The galaxy twirled behind my eyelids as my stomach tightened and my treasure sparkled. At the eruption of my volcano, I fell against Saint. My lava flowed onto his hand, announcing my climax.

Deep, long, and uneven breaths hardly assisted to slow my heartrate. I rested a hand on my chest, hoping it didn’t burst. Silently, I prayed to come down from the mountain peak I’d been perched on by the man still standing behind me with a steady heartbeat and steady hand.

“I love how you make a mess of me,” he whispered against my cheek as he extracted his fingers from my pot of honey.

I dripped down his fingers.

Fluffy.

White.

Creamy.

Thick.

My cum wasn’t minimal or invisible like most of the girls I’d watched on the videos that helped me reach the heights I visited less often than I’d care to admit. It was plentiful. And, it leaked from me like semen did from the head of a man’s shaft.

I oozed. A heavy, notable flow.

“And the way you can’t ever lie to me,” he added, “I know how you cum.”

“Sai–”

As his name began to slip from my lips, I was hoisted in the air and pulled closer to his chest. He climbed the stairs while managing to keep his orbs on me. His hunger was apparent. His thirst was tangible.

The hallways felt neverending. Much like the wait for this moment. This man. And, our life together. But, here it was. Here it all was.

Carefully, Saint pressed my back into the sheets of the large circular bed that reserved one-third of the enormous room he was standing in the middle of. No words were exchanged. We didn’t need to communicate verbally. Our bodies were reading one another like a Black Romance novel.

Long slim fingers tightened around my neck as oversized lips found mine. Saint drove his tongue inside of my mouth and began spelling his name on the inside of my jaws. He hardly missed a beat. Simultaneously, my skirt was slid down my legs.

I maneuvered to finish what he’d started. My panties followed. He grabbed the tail of my shirt and pulled it upward, dislodging himself from my mouth and disconnecting his hand from my throat. Saint flung my shirt across the bed.

His clothes were next. As he rekindled the flame between my tongue and his, he unbuttoned his jeans. His shirt slipped right over his head, putting us both out of our misery before it could begin.

My world came to a screeching halt when Saint pulled away. Panting, I dug my elbows into the bed to get a better look at the culprit. He’d released me for good reason, calming my nerves.

He pushed his briefs from his waist. Behind the black fabric was a sandy monster of some kind. Of my kind . I shoved the lump down my throat in one large gulp. My lashes fluttered, trying to be sure I was not seeing things that were unreal. After a few blinks, I noticed nothing had changed.

This is real . I concluded.

This is real .

Oh God, it’s magnificent.

Perfect.

So, pretty.

“Can I–” I paused, unable to divert my gaze.

“Can you what, Rome?”

Wordlessly, I slid to the edge of the bed. I lowered my body to the floor and took Saint’s dick into my palm. I ran the length of his shaft, keeping my left hand on his meaty head where his glands called home.

Beautiful.

It was as precious as I’d imagined. As thick. As long. As memorable.

Unable to contain my intrusive thoughts, I widened my mouth and drew closer to Saint. As he laid against my tongue, he flinched. His entire body pulled backward. I pushed forward, keeping him mounted right where I needed him. And, slowly, I tightened my lips around him.

Backward.

Forward.

Backward.

Forward .

Saliva began to seep from the small open corners of my lips.

Backward.

Forward.

Backward.

Forward.

It dripped from the middle, falling onto my chin. Bubbles formed around my mouth.

Breathe .

I obliged as I found the strength to shift my gaze. Saint’s nose and mouth were both pushed upward. His eyes were low. And, his chest imploded and exploded with each very careful breath he managed.

Backward.

Forward.

Backward.

Forward.

“Fuuuuucckkk, baby.”

This is right. This has to be right.