Page 28 of A Taste of Grace

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The way she moved in and out of being shy and bold turned me on more than any woman I’d ever been with.

“Later but get your rest for now. You’ll need your strength.”

I meant that as I imagined all the ways I would take her across the house.

Grace’s cheeks reddened.

“I’ll give you privacy and wash up in my guest bathroom. I’m going to stick to you like glue.”

I licked my lips.

“I’ll hold you to that, baby girl.”

Grace hid her grin behind her hands, making me want to say every naughty thing I could to her.

“Do me a favor. Slip on the silk kimono in the bag by the door.” I winked at her.

“I will. Meet me in the kitchen for dinner. Enjoy your shower, husband.”

I watched Grace sashay her full hips out of the room before I entered the bathroom.

Like the other rooms, various scriptures about love were placed in small frames.

Scents of coffee and cocoa filled the room.

A monogrammed S towel set lay on the counter along with the bath items Grace mentioned earlier.

I picked up the net and brown bar soup and entered the modest-sized shower.

As I turned on the water and lathered up, unexpected tears fell from my eyes.

“Abba Father, thank you for answering my prayers. Grace is what you promised. Show me how to step up for real.” I washed and conditioned my hair and beard and finished bathing and moisturizing my body.

I exited the shower and walked down the hallway with an oversized body towel around my waist. I found Grace in the kitchen with her silky robe draped loosely around her full body.

She bent over in front of the refrigerator door, giving me a view of her thick thighs and lower butt cheeks that had me bricking up.

For once, I could do something about it.

She closed the refrigerator door and halfway turned my way.

“This robe is perfect.” She faced me directly and froze, her mouth wide open as she stared at my naked chest.

I smiled.

“Are you okay?”

She closed her mouth and shook her head, pulling what I now realized was a too-tight robe over her full breasts. Since the pink satin fabric left nothing to the imagination, Grace’s pebbled nipples poked through the fabric like little rocks.

“Yes. It’s just that…” She grabbed the base of her throat and shook her head. “You’re fine as hell. Damn.”

I chuckled.

“Thank you.”

Grace walked to me and reached for my pec, stretching her robe. It fell open to the middle of her sternum.

“I can’t believe you have tattoos. They’re so pretty against your skin. Lift your arms for me.” She rubbed her fingers across my nipples and traced the eagle wings covering my left pec, tilting her head.

From there, she traced the vertical names of Hannah down by my right side and Esther on my left. I shivered as she alternated staring at my ink and into my eyes. I rarely showed my bare chest publicly, but for Grace, I’d run through downtown Farmerton naked if she wanted me to.

“Are you going to tattoo my name somewhere?” She held my sides and bit her lower lip.

“No. Your entire essence is already tattooed on my heart.” I tapped my chest with my fingers and winked at her.

As she blushed and lowered her eyes, I picked up the edge of her robe and opened it, revealing the biggest, prettiest breasts I’d ever seen. Although I wanted to devour her, she deserved to be savored since this was her first honeymoon and marriage.

“Speaking of fine…Damn, baby, I need a taste. Remember those tongue exercises I told you about?” I lowered my lips to Grace’s right nipple and flicked my tongue over it before doing the same with the left.

Grace arched her back and lifted the bottom of her breast to feed me more of it. I gladly accepted her offer, twirling my tongue over her skin and sucking hard before biting her nipple. When she moaned, I came up for air and said, “They’re sweet just how I like them.”

“And they’re so sensitive.” Grace moaned louder as I alternated nipple play across her breasts.

“Should I stop?” I massaged the skin I sucked with my fingers and kissed her wet lips at the same time, undoing her robe in its entirety.

I paused to take in the smooth curves of Grace’s hips. The “V” at the apex of her thighs made me swallow several times so I wouldn’t spit on myself.

“You’re perfection in human form.” I placed my hands on her neck and worked my way down, cupping her breasts and kissing each of them before reaching behind her and jiggling her round butt with my hands.

I pushed Grace’s robe down her body and dropped it before I turned her around. As I promised this morning, I licked her from the top of her spine to her ass . When I smacked it hard, she reached for my neck and kissed me.

“This slick tongue is divine.”

“It’s not done yet. Let’s go to Eden.” I walked backward to the family room, never taking my eyes off Grace’s form.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat first?”

“I’m going to eat alright.” I licked my lips and brushed my fingers over her stomach.

“Save room for dessert,” she purred.

“Believe me. I will.”

Per the house rules, I removed my towel before I entered Eden.

“You’ve got a leg tat too?”

“Yeah.” I eyed Grace ogling my upper leg tattoo of a sword and shield.

Her eyes dropped to my manhood like it had her in a trance.

“The rumors are true. You are one of God’s favorites. He blessed you in every way.”

When I widened my stance, he jumped a little, making Grace wipe the corner of her mouth with her fingers.

“Damn.” She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. “I’ve seen a lot of dicks in my life, but I’ve never seen one as pretty as yours.”

Grace’s filthy mouth turned me on, but I wasn’t pleased with her comparison.

“How many dicks have you seen? Or touched? Or licked? I don’t want to beat a man’s shifty behind for turning my wife out.”

Grace knelt before me, resting her hands on my shoulders as she planted a quick kiss on my cheek.

“The only one I care about is the one on my hung, Holy Ghost filled husband.”

As Grace described me, she leaned in and planted the sultriest of kisses on my neck. She reached for my shaft and massaged it from head to tip, bricking me up harder than I’d ever been. I closed my eyes and moaned as her hands squeezed and rubbed repeatedly.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“You’re not playing fair. That’s my… spot. Oh…”

“That’s it. Forget the past. Focus on the present. Let’s make new memories…nasty ones in our Eden.”

Grace buttered me up, and it worked. My ego soared from her admiration for my body.

“Lie down.” I hugged Grace and guided her shoulders to the plush rug behind us.

It was thick like grass and reminded me of a lush forest. Grace splayed herself on the rug as I opened her pretty legs, kissing her inner thighs and then going in with rapid licks to her glistening core.

“You taste like honey.” I spoke the words in between licks, raising my eyes to meet hers before they slowly rolled back in her head.

When she squirmed and tried to close her legs, I gently smacked them.

“Don’t you dare close my treasure chest. I need my reward.”

Grace smiled then widened her legs. I pushed them as far apart as I could. When I licked her labia, her juices started to flow.

“It’s yours, Caleb. Don’t…stop.” Grace’s breaths became ragged as I increased my speed with my tongue and licked her clitoris.

“Lift your legs.”

When Grace relaxed her limbs, I pushed them back over her head and nestled my body into hers, aligning my pole to her opening.

“I’m going to slide in real slow, baby. When I slip in, I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop. Are you ready for me to enter your fiery furnace?”

Grace giggled.

“Pastor’s got jokes. In that case, that friction better make me explode.”

“It will. Buckle up and hold on. Ready?”

Grace nodded.

“I’m going to count it down for you. One.” I teased the tip of my erection near her center as the wetness coated my shaft.

“Two.” I entered as Grace’s suction took me in.

“Three.”

With a big thrust of my hips, I gave my all to Grace again and again.

“Mother of God! It’s so big.” Grace’s nails dug into my back so hard they stung my skin.

I didn’t feel the pain of her nails because the connection I made with her was like a missing piece locking into a puzzle.

Grace’s intense eyes pierced my soul. Our bodies matched rhythms as we clung to each other.

Each time I entered Grace, I saw her capacity to give everything she had to me.

I needed to mark her as mine in every way.

“God made you for me.” I held my manhood in her tunnel as our eyes connected.

Adam and Eve messed up in the Garden of Eden, but Grace and I were about to get this covenant right.

Her eyes glistened as I lowered my lips to her mouth. When I parted, she held the back of my neck and whispered, “I’m yours as long as you want me.”

“Get ready to be with me forever then.”

My heart swelled as Grace’s body seized, and so did mine.

A guttural cry from the depths of my soul escaped me as Grace took every thrust I gave her.

I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life.

I wasn’t sure how I could love Grace so deeply in such a short time, but I knew better than to try to figure something out that was bigger than I was.

“I’m going to flood you, sweetheart. You ready for my baby?”

“Yes!” Grace shouted as she came.

My seed entered her body seconds later and flooded out of her. Grace met me stroke for stroke. No devil in hell would be able to tear us apart. Like our cum, we were now one.