Page 26 of A Taste of Grace

Manifestation

I was horny as hell throughout a ceremony that was supposed to be sacred.

It wasn’t entirely my fault, though, since Grace stepped her sexy, caramel self on my deck in a form-fitting dress that hugged her curvy hips just right.

She showed the perfect amount of leg and thigh with each step she took toward me.

When she licked her sweet lips, I did the same, ready to combust.

As we held hands, I lowered my eyes and stared at her out of the corner of my eye.

She was such a beautiful woman with a big heart and even bigger breasts.

I had a front row view of her titties as they saluted me like a young soldier.

She caught me staring at her cleavage and blushed, squeezing my hand harder than I thought was necessary.

When she smiled, her dangling diamond earrings danced in the soft breeze.

Elder Peyton wasn’t a stranger to my reputation, shooting pointed looks at me when he had to repeat his vows as I low-key ogled my soon-to-be wife. I had officiated enough weddings to know the routine by heart, but today, my attention was trash.

Grace smelled and looked so good standing next to me. She declared her vows in a voice that melted my insides, drawing me back to the seriousness of this moment.

When we were declared husband and wife and her tongue finally met mine, I was ready for everyone to leave. Grace was hot and ready in a way I imagined but hadn’t fully comprehended. Only when she softly told me that she needed me did the primal hunger in me erupt.

“I’ve got you, Grace.” I declared those words in her ear as I rubbed her back.

When everyone cleared out and I reminded my girls to listen to Mama, I guided Grace to our bedroom.

“You ready?”

“Been ready.”

I closed the door and held her hands in mine.

“Then come here.”

She entered my arms, and I held her close. Grace reached for my tie and loosened it as she kissed me. I turned her around and reached for the zipper at the top of her simple wedding dress. I unzipped it a quarter of the way down her back.

“I dreamed about you last night,” she said.

“Did you now?” I finished unzipping the dainty dress to her waist and rested my fingers on her lower back, massaging her skin with my thumbs.

“Yes.” Grace twirled around, kissing my lips and throwing my tie on the dresser.

“What did you dream about, love?” I lifted her chin and pecked her lips as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt.

“All of this.” She lowered her hands to my belt buckle and loosened it with great care before unfastening my pants.

She slowly teased my growing erection with her fingertips as I pushed her dress down her shoulders. I gave each shoulder special attention, kissing and sucking them gently.

“You are so sexy.” I spoke the words into her soft skin as she unzipped my pants and pushed them and my boxers low enough for her to caress my hardness.

With each stroke of her soft hand along my length, I became more aware of her sweet scent and the steady pressure she applied to my manhood. When my member fully sprang to life, I groaned, mesmerized by Grace’s magical touch.

She lowered her eyes to my penis and bit her lip.

“He’s as thick as I thought he was. Do you like that?” she asked in the huskiest of voices.

“Oh, yes.” I threw my head back and closed my eyes as Grace continued her exploration.

“You’re soft and steely, just like your personality.”

I held Grace’s wrist to stop her motion.

“It has been a long time. I might explode if you keep that up.”

“But I want to explore you, baby.” She pouted and frowned, never stopping her motions.

I pulled my boxers up and kissed her lips again.

“You will, love. But first, tell me what you need. You were the one about to pass out in my backyard from horniness.”

Grace dropped her dress to the floor and placed it on the bed next to my tie.

I sucked in my breath, instantly aroused by the tight lacy white corset that pulled her round breasts up through the delicate material of her thigh high dress.

Her breasts were pushed so high I saw the top of her chocolate-brown areolas, which contrasted beautifully with the light, intricate design of the corset.

She turned around and thrust her almost fully exposed butt to me.

“What’s this? Another thong?” I grinned then ran my fingers up and down the string material of a lacy white thong that ate the crack of Grace’s flawless behind like a tasty lunch.

I lifted the thin string before smacking Grace playfully on each cheek as her butt jiggled.

“Another one to add to your wifey collection.” She rubbed against my crotch as she slowly bent down over the bed and lifted her butt toward me.

It looked like a succulent peach that was juicy enough to eat. She rubbed her right hip with her manicured hand and peered over her shoulder at me.

“I want it quick and rough. We can take it slow later.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I liked this aggressive version of my wife. I reached for her butt and held it firm with my hands before rubbing her skin from her waist toward her slit and back.

“Are you sure you can handle this? I don’t have lube, and I’d hate to go in too rough our first time. I want you to enjoy sex with me.” I brushed her slit with my fingers and teased her opening before planting my hands on her plump backside again.

“Then get on your knees and make me wet.”

Grace was a freaky freak.

I quickly gathered myself and smiled.

“If you insist.” I lifted the waistband of her panties and guided them down her legs, taking time to squat and tongue the back of each of her knees.

She stepped out of her thong and spread her legs so wide that my mouth watered. I massaged her thighs before getting on my knees, getting eye level with her womanly essence. I opened her lower lips with my fingers, rubbing the area in a repetitive circular motion.

Grace hissed and threw her head back.

“She’s gorgeous…all puffy and pink. You ready, baby?” I kissed her lower lips and blew cool air over them, causing her to shiver like a leaf in the wind.

“Uh huh.” She steadied herself with her hands on the bed then arched her back again, bending and thrusting her folds closer to my mouth.

One by one, I inserted my fingers into Grace’s vagina until they were coated with her juices. She moaned as I went in and out with increasing depth. She slowly rocked on my wet fingers until she dripped onto the floor below. When she was sopping wet, I removed my digits and held her hips steady.

“Now you’re ready.”

She wiggled her butt and groaned. I rose and lowered my pants, stroking my now erect penis a couple of times before lining him up with Grace’s glistening slit. I guided the tip into her hole and slid in easily. She swallowed me whole.

“Damn,” she hissed.

“Ohh…” I threw my head back and steadily found my rhythm as I thrust deeper and deeper into her. “Baby…you’re so tight.”

My mind wandered as my body took over. Grace had me losing myself with how thoroughly she grinded her body into me.

Her steady rhythm had me weak. I thought I would bust from the perfection of her technique—tap, squeeze, roll, repeat.

I grabbed her hips and held on, pressing into her hot tunnel and alternating between staying still and pumping into her as she repeated her hypnotic motions.

“Caleb, it’s so hard and deep. Don’t…stop.”

“Keep throwing that ass back. Just…like…that.”

She did as I said with an intensity that had me seeing the solar system…just like she promised when I asked her to marry me.

“That’s my spot,” she cried out as I pounded her harder.

I stayed in that position like it was my home, forcing myself not to ejaculate too soon from the sheer ecstasy of her movements. By the time I was ready to explode, beads of sweat popped off of my forehead.

“I’m cumming, Grace.”

“Me…too.” She held herself up on the bed as she shook and screamed.

I did the same and pumped into her every drop of cum left my body. I stayed in her and held her back, eventually pulling out before we both flopped on the bed. She laid her hands on her stomach and smiled at me.

“That was so good.” I lay on my stomach and rested my hand over Grace’s.

“Sorry it wasn’t slower.”

I grinned.

“It was perfect. You’re perfect.” I corrected myself. “With your freaky self.”

“Wait till I get to my house. I have lots of surprises in store for you, husband .”

“Okay, wifey . Let’s go.”

We cleaned ourselves and packed everything we needed for our honeymoon.

On the way to Grace’s house, I periodically stared at her out of my peripheral vision.

The way she threw her tail back in my bedroom had me wondering about her past relationships.

She responded like a woman who had lots of sex and liked it.

Because of her introverted nature, I had assumed she was more innocent than what I witnessed at my house.

“Uh, Grace?” I stroked my chin, trying to form words that wouldn’t sound disrespectful.

“Yes?” She rested her hand on my thigh and smiled at me, her dimples showing.

“Where did you…um…learn to please a man so thoroughly?”

Grace removed her hand and stared at me hard before tilting her head back and laughing too loudly for my taste.

“I’m forty years old. I had a life before I met you, Holy Hoe.”

I knew she was teasing me, but I didn’t like thinking her sexual past might be spotty like mine.

“I know that, but you really took control of the situation back there. I wasn’t expecting all that technique and enthusiasm.”

“You wanted me to be limp like a rag doll?”

“No. That’s not what I meant.”

She placed her hands in her lap and took a big breath.

“I was a high-end escort to rich guys in college. That’s why I’m okay with you paying me to be your wife. It’s actually lower pay than I’m used to, but since I like Hannah and Esther so much, I settled for your price.”

“What the fuck?” I shouted and swerved slightly.

Grace reached toward the wheel, her eyes wide.

“Be careful. I’m kidding. Control your mouth, Pastor.”

I clung to the steering wheel and kept my eyes on the road, ticked off that Grace thought joking about promiscuity and prostitution was funny.

“Seriously, I had an older lover in graduate school who allowed me to enjoy sex. I’m happy to share what I know and like with you. It’s also good material for the novels I ghostwrite. There’s no need to be jealous.”

I poked my lips out.

“I’m not jealous.”

But my ego was bruised. I didn’t like the idea of Grace sharing herself like that with another man, even if it was years ago. She was mine now.

“You had an entire wife before me. How are you upset with me when you created two lives with another woman? If I hadn’t come along, you’d still be with her. Their mother isn’t dead. Y’all have pregnancy memories. I only had sex.” Grace frowned as I tried to get over my feelings.

I couldn’t believe we hadn’t been married a full day before our first fight, which was about sex of all things.

Instead of enjoying my wife’s enthusiasm during our lovemaking, I critiqued her.

I was insecure, jealous, and not grateful for the gift God gave me.

I reached for Grace’s thigh and squeezed it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, holding back a smile.

“I’ll think about it.”

I nodded and resumed the drive toward our honeymoon location, determined to receive and give whatever Grace offered from now on with an open mind and heart.