When Saint Goes Marching In (2 page)

Tom’s face lit up as Cree dug her fingernails in the sheets while her orgasm, the first in over six months, began to work its way up her spine and down to her pulsating pussy.

“She’s getting ready to come,” Saint said as he observed her from the corner of his eye. “Now you want to hit her clit more. The next thrusts, push into her clit harder and faster – her body will tell you when to speed up. The woman is always in the lead, regardless if the man is on top or not. We have to follow her lead when we are trying to give her an orgasm. If she speeds up, you speed up, but just a little – you always want to maintain what you’re doing to get her going in the first place until she tells you to move faster or you know her well enough sexually to sense what she wants. If she slows down, you slow down, just a little, even if you don’t want to. If it’s cumbersome, use your hand to rub her clit but get to it, and get to it quickly.”

Tom eagerly executed Saint’s instructions. Saint popped his gum and gazed briefly out the window. He looked back at Cree, watched her expression as that “O face” took over. She screamed out as she lost complete control. “Tom, don’t stop. Keep moving, this is the time to move faster, how you like it, do it now!” Saint yelled. Tom thrust deeply in and out of Cree, smacking into her with all his might.

“Tom, don’t come,” Saint warned sternly as he watched Tom’s eyes roll in the back of his head. “Practice self-control. Concentrate on her pleasure. Just because you feel it bubbling up, doesn’t mean it’s too late yet. Redirect, slow down a bit if you have to, but don’t stop moving. Think of something else if need be. In your case, turn away from her. You’re getting excited by seeing her like that but it’s going to make you come too fast again.

“It’s the noise, too!” Tom pressed his eyes firmly closed. “It’s how she sounds, the moans.”

“I understand but you’ll have to get through it. Let her go first. Ladies first. It takes them longer than us to come and many men need a longer period of time in between erections. Never stop completely, it could mess up the intensity of her orgasm.” Tom looked away from Cree as she visibly quaked, panted and moaned. The orgasm hit her hard. “That was vaginal and clitoral. That is what you’re aiming for. You want her to have both, preferably at the same time or back to back with little space in between. OK, once she is at the end of her orgasm, then you can go, Tom.”

Tom began to thrust quickly in and out of his wife again, eager to climax. Soon, he shook violently, his suppressed orgasm finally out of the gate. “Now even
your
orgasm was better because of the build-up. It was more powerful and that is why waiting is not just helpful to the woman, but to you as well. Also, if she likes how you sound when you come, lower your face close to her ear so she can hear you make those noises that turn her on, too.”

Tom and Cree smiled and kissed one another as his orgasm subsided. Saint sat down and waited for Tom and Cree to get dressed.

“Dr. Aknaten, thank you so much for coming out and helping my wife and I,” Tom said as he looked at Saint with appreciation. “We know how busy you are and we were so happy to hear that you were willing to make a house call, like you said you used to do in New York.”

“Well, I’ve been working with you and Cree for a while on the phone; it was time for a bedroom visit. I appreciate you asking me for help and for understanding the importance of being able to please your Goddess. If you have any questions, give me a call or email me. I’m sorry but I do need to get going.” Saint stood up from his chair and made his way towards the bedroom door.

“Wait! Let me write out your check,” Tom said as he got ready to leave the bedroom.

“You can give it to me later; I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“Your check will be in the mail then. You can come to my office tomorrow and pick it up if you wish.”

Saint grabbed his laptop bag. “Just mail it. That’s fine. Look, call me later. You two take care.”

Cree waved happily as Tom walked Saint to his front door.

“Thanks again.” He said partially out of breath.

“No problem.” Saint bent down and whispered in Tom’s ear. “If you want another round, right after I leave would be a great time. Trust me, she’s ready. She’ll come again, stronger.”

Tom nodded excitedly, smiled and patted Saint on the back. “Will do. I better get to it then. Thank you, Saint. I sure wish you still had your private practice. You’ve helped us so much it saddens me that your work schedule is now so busy I may not be able to get any counseling like this for a long while.”

Saint opened the front door to the expansive mansion. “Duty calls and with the new projects I have there just isn’t any time at all. You know how my schedule is and of course your secret is safe with me. I would never tell the brothers that I am working with you and Cree. Besides, it may be seen as a sign of disrespect since I’ve seen her without clothing. You know our creed, our rules. Some people still don’t understand that when I’m in doctor mode, it’s strictly professional. There is no sexual arousal going on. Anyway, one day, when I’m older, I’ll get back to the private practice but for now, we have too much work to do.”

The men said their final goodbyes. Saint walked briskly to his silver Lamborghini and hopped inside. He hit the Bluetooth button on his car dashboard and sped down the street.

“James, I will be approximately twelve minutes late for today’s meeting. I apologize. I had a…meeting and we ran a bit over on time,” Saint explained as he made his way to the downtown L.A. office building.

“You’re never late so I’ll excuse this. Thank you for letting me know. Get here as soon as you can. Your seat will be waiting.” James hung up the phone. By now, the White Knights of the Round Table would have begun to gather in the conference room at their new headquarters.

Saint pressed another button and waited as the phone rang.

“Hello,” Xenia said, while the sounds of their youngest child whining in the background muffled her voice.

“Baby, it’s me. What’s going on?” Saint asked while he switched gears on the stick shift as he approached a red light.

“Nothing, just me and the boys in a three-ring circus. They are running wild,” Xenia laughed. “I’m supposed to do an interview tonight though. You promised to be home by eight.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m trying to make good on that. How are my little princes doing? Did Hassani get his room cleaned up? I told him to pick those toys up this morning,” Saint said sternly.

“Saint, he’s only four, for goodness sake.”

“Four and a half, as he is always quick to remind us,” Saint corrected.

“He did the best he could, I suppose.”

Saint envisioned Xenia’s smile and could picture her walking to the kitchen, carrying their son Dakarai on her hip. The sound of his baby boy’s voice reached him through the line, happy and bubbly.

“You’re too soft on him, Xenia.” Saint got onto the expressway. “He’s going to walk all over you when he gets older. I’m tired of playing good cop bad cop with him. He knows what he’s doing, trust me.”

Xenia
laughed. “Yeah, because he is
just
like you. You have it in for him, I swear.”

“He
is
just like me, a carbon copy. That’s how I know what he’s up to. You
know
what I’m saying, Xenia.” Saint’s thoughts briefly drifted to the fact that Hassani was conceived on the very day that his parents were scheduled to die.

“I know, Saint. That is why I baby him so much.” She hesitated. “He’s different. I don’t want him to feel awkward. You had such a hard time with it, especially as a little kid. I’m his mother. If he can’t feel OK with me, then who can he trust?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. Of course I want him to be a regular kid, but he isn’t like everyone else and I’m not saying don’t love or protect him; it’s just that he can get into a lot of trouble. He is still too young for me to talk to him about what is going on because he wouldn’t understand no matter how I tried to explain it but he is already having the dreams and telling us things that come to fruition only days, sometimes hours, later.” Saint sighed. “It’s happening and I’m not going to let him struggle with it, the way I did. I have to keep him safe, from his own self.” Saint paused, his brows knit in a frown. “Anyway, what’s Dakarai doing?” He smiled as he thought about Dakarai saying, “Dada, I lub you.” a couple of days prior. “I miss my boys,” he added sorrowfully.

“Dakarai is just sitting here smiling, waiting for his orange slices. You know he likes to keep his routine,” Xenia teased.

“Yeah, and I wonder where he got that from?” Saint asked sarcastically. Dakarai also favored Saint physically, but his personality was more like Xenia’s. Slightly lighter than his older brother, they looked like stair-step twins.

Xenia
laughed. “Baby, I think actually you’re doing a great job. You beat yourself up all the time but you’ve cancelled and postponed so many engagements. You are here for all the doctor appointments. You come home from a hard day and immediately start to play with them and jump in to give me a break. They couldn’t ask for a better dad, honey, so please don’t be mad at yourself.”

“Thank you, baby. I appreciate that. I still wish I could spend more time with them though. I feel like we’re all being robbed. What about you? Is there something I’m not taking care of that I should? I know you’re tired. I’m actually surprised that you’re still doing the interview tonight.”

“No babe, you’re fine. I have to do this interview, though. If I’m going to go ahead and have my own show again, this is a great start. I’m just honored that Queen Latifah wanted me to do it. She asked for me, specifically. I was just thrilled!”

Saint smiled. “I know you were baby, and you deserve this. You’re a great mother. Hassani and Dakarai couldn’t ask for better and you’ve been home all this time with them. It’s time you start transitioning back into doing what you enjoy so much, your career. I understand, really I do.”

“If I need to though, I can call my mom again and ask her to come over.”

“Just call her as back-up, in case I’m a few minutes late,” Saint said with hesitation.

“Saint, I knew it!” Xenia hollered. “I know you plan to be late! What if I hadn’t said anything?”

“Then I guess I’d be in the dog house again. Baby, I’m sorry. I’m really going to try to be there on time, I promise. I love you, baby,” Saint added, trying to soothe the wounds he had caused by excessive tardiness as of late due to work obligations.

Xenia
sighed. “I love you too, Saint,” she said weakly. “You’re still in trouble though.”

“After your interview tonight, I have a surprise for you.”

“What kind of a surprise?” she asked, her voice perking up.

“I think you know what I’m talking about, and of course it has an added twist.” Saint smiled devilishly. “Oh yes, baby, I can’t wait. I picked up a little something for you to wear. Of course, the crotch is cut out for me to have easy access. Whew shit, I can’t wait,” he laughed.

“That’s a surprise for
you
then!” Xenia laughed. “You ain’t slick. Oh that reminds me, how did the session with Cree and Tom go? Saint, that is so weird,” she sighed. “I know you told me about this when we first met, about these house calls you sometimes do but I couldn’t imagine having someone standing there while you and I are making love, giving pointers. That would be so damn uncomfortable,” Xenia cracked up.

Saint smiled. “You’d be surprised, actually. Everyone is nervous at first but then they tend to relax, especially with how much they have to pay, they better relax. Time is money!” he laughed. “It went well though. I think they’ll be fine for a while. Cree doesn’t speak up enough and Tom has been watching too many hardcore pornos. Well baby, I have to go. I just pulled up to the office.”

“OK. Saint, I love you,” Xenia said wistfully.

“I love you too, baby. I’ll be home soon and I promise you, when I get done with you tonight, you’ll sleep for five days straight,” Saint teased before he hung up the phone.

He exhaled noisily as he looked up at the large fifteen floor, modern building with light blue glass mirror windows. From the outside, it looked just like an office building, and on paperwork for the IRS, it was listed as a small independent accounting and banking firm. It in fact was, from outward appearances. People could in reality do their banking, update their portfolios, talk to seasoned, international world trade advisors and get personal counseling from stock mentors here. But under the surface, behind the mask, was the lair of the White Knights of the Round Table. It had been years in the making, but finally, they no longer had to meet at hotels under disguised names. Now, they were able to conduct business still under a cloak of secrecy, but also out in the open.