Page 31 of A Taste of Grace

Distractions

After our honeymoon, we settled into a steady routine where the girls got used to me living in the house with them. I prepared them for school and led the bedtime routine every day since Caleb hosted ministerial conferences and traveled to visiting churches for revivals.

If anyone were to ask me if Caleb was a breast, leg, or thigh man, I’d say he was an everything man. He stayed on my body like white on rice, humping and pumping into me every chance he got. I never knew a man could be so clingy and horny, no, make that attentive.

Our post-marriage courtship continued as we played icebreaker games like “Truth or Dare” and “Two Truths and a Lie.” I enjoyed our simple conversations, where I shared more about who I was and how I had evolved over the years.

“I want to put your skills to use, Grace. You’re so intelligent.” Caleb sat at the foot of the bed, massaging my feet as I typed on my laptop.

I looked up from my screen and smiled.

“Let me know what you need. I’m happy to help.”

“Tell me about your new career.”

I bit my nail, wondering how much of my freelancing I wanted to share with Caleb.

I was still trying to build my clientele, so my income wasn’t as steady as my monthly government checks.

Fiscal instability was why I accepted Caleb’s generous allowance.

I could save up and buy more time if I needed to heal.

“Since I’ve always loved to write, I freelance mostly as a romance writer.”

“I see.”

Caleb loved to probe me when I gave vague responses, so I decided to use one of his tactics on him.

“What do you see?”

“There’s more to you than meets the eye. It’s like removing a veil. Second Corinthians 3, verse 18 says, When the veil is removed, the glory of God shines through. I enjoy seeing what else is under the veil that covers you.”

My cheeks heated. When Caleb spoke about me in a spiritual way, his words were often suggestive, flirty, and wise. He had the unique gift of drawing me to him as a woman but also as a child of God. Even now, I was slightly aroused.

“You interpret and apply the word like poetry. When are you writing your book?”

He chuckled.

“I never thought about it, but since I sleep with an in-house author, it shouldn’t be hard to push them out, should it?”

His humility was endearing, making me want to offer my writing and editing services to him if he ever needed them.

“If you give me the content, I’ll help you write your books. Let me know when you’re ready, Pastor C.”

I settled back into writing as Caleb positioned himself at the head of the bed. As was my habit when I wrote in bed at night, I put in my headphones so I wouldn’t disturb Caleb when he read before bed. He picked up his reading glasses and one of several books on his nightstand.

Within half an hour, I was in my groove, typing away and tuning out everything around me as low strains of Tank’s R&B Money album played through my headphones. In typical Tank style, he sang about licking body parts and getting women wet during nasty sex.

A light tap on my shoulder and a whiff of Caleb’s Versace cologne entered my nostrils, pulling me from my work zone. I paused my music and met Caleb’s eyes.

“What’s up?”

“Why’re you biting your lip like that?” He took his reading glasses off, peering into the screen of my laptop.

I straightened my face, unaware that I wore my arousal so openly when I wrote. I reached for the lid and attempted to close it, but Caleb gently removed my hand.

“Let me see.”

I held his wrist and leaned toward his cheek.

“No . Please go back to your nighttime reading.”

“If I’m going to be a published author, I need to know my wife’s writing style.” He rested his hand on my thigh. “Invite me into your world, sweetheart.”

I licked my lips, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Writing was my sacred space. I closed my eyes and steadied my mind, preparing myself for any criticism he might give me.

“I’m writing a scene for a second-chance romance. The protagonists have reconnected, and they’re going to make love.”

“Are they married?”

“Not yet.”

“Hmm.” He stroked his chin and held it in his hand, frowning as if he were deep in thought.

“Hmm, what?” I snapped at him defensively, sounding harsher than I intended.

Caleb’s voice sweetened.

“You don’t write Christian romance?”

“No. Why would you assume that?”

“That’s my world, so it’s what I know.”

“How would you rate it?”

“R. Sometimes X.”

“So they freaky like us. My baby’s explicit . Read a scene to me. And let me hear what’s in your headphones.”

“Tank’s too nasty for you. It’s inappropriate.”

“You do know my nicknames, right?”

“Holy Hoe ain’t a hoe no mo, so I said what I said. Go back to your…” I looked at the title of his book. “Men’s devotional.”

Caleb placed his devotional back on the nightstand and lifted his T-shirt over his head. He stood and removed his shorts and returned to the bed as naked as the day he was born. I held back a grin as he reached for my hand and held it.

“I might get some new ideas for ways to please your body and not get caught having vanilla sex.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it, making my heart flutter.

“Never vanilla sex.” I teased, biting my lip.

“I want to please you so thoroughly that all I have to do is look in your eyes and you’ll gush like a broken fire hydrant.” He kissed me on the cheek. “And…I want to know how your writing brain works.”

My heart warmed at Caleb’s thoughtfulness. My clit thumped a little too. No matter how freaky we were, I’d never played explicit music around him. It seemed like the proper thing to do, especially since we had little girls in the house.

I opened my laptop. When I stared at my screen, Caleb said, “Play the song, baby.”

I sat silently, pondering what I would read to him. When I decided, I pulled up the passage took a deep breath before playing Tank’s song with J. Valentine called “Slow.” When the music began, I started reading.

“Raven opened her legs wide and ushered Storm closer with her fingers. He brushed his slightly calloused hands up her legs and between her thighs until they reached her core. Her breath caught. As she tried to gather herself, he placed the pad of his fingers at the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. Moisture pooled as he inserted one, two, and eventually, three fingers in her.” I inhaled and exhaled quickly before closing my eyes and placing my hand over my heart. “Then she sucked him off.”

“Let me put that song in the speaker.” Caleb’s voice caught as he picked up his phone, searched for it on his music app, and hit play.

The opening strains of the song filled the room.

He pumped hand sanitizer from the nightstand into his hands and rubbed them together before closing my laptop and placing it next to his book. With his face inches from mine he asked, “May I?” His fresh breath tickled my nose.

“May you what?”

“Do what Storm did to Raven.”

My heart thumped at Caleb’s willingness to explore new ways to be intimate. I nodded, also impressed with his impeccable manners at garnering my consent for the games he played with me.

He straddled my body and placed his knees on either side of me. When he rested his hands on my waist, I placed my hands on his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” His gentle voice soothed my heart as it raced.

Tank sang about going deep and touching his woman’s soul. When he got to the part about making her scream and not letting her go until she released, a shiver ran down my spine. The piano and beat took me away to a fantasy that replaced Storm with the sexy man in front of me.

“Yes.”

His finger toyed with the lace on my cheeky panties.

“You’ve done a great job learning our house rules, but I have one more for you.”

“What’s that?”

“No panties or bras under your clothes at home.”

I shook my head vigorously.

“No, sir.” I lifted my heavy breasts through my T-shirt and dropped them. “These would be a droopy mess, wiggling and shaking like they don’t have home training. Hannah and Esther will not remember me as their saggy-breasted mother.”

Caleb didn’t flinch as I ended my rant.

“You’re showing them how to be free,” he said calmly.

“Our kids don’t need to see swollen nipples every time they talk to me.”

“But I do.” He lifted my T-shirt and kissed my breast. “Take this off.”

He reached for the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms and allowed him to pull it over my head.

“See?” I pointed to my full breasts, which drooped without the support of a bra.

“They’re perfect, baby.” Caleb licked his lips and circled my nipples with his fingers.

“Take your panties off too. Raise your hips.”

I did as he instructed. Caleb removed my panties and tossed them on the floor.

He lowered his body and positioned his palms inside my knees. He opened them slowly, snaking his body and keeping his eyes on mine as my legs widened. The way he moved didn’t scream preacher’s kid.

“Still good?”

“Yes, Caleb.”

My husband had me whimpering.

“I like how you say my name in that little sexy way.” He showed his perfect canines.

Caleb inched his fingers higher, never taking his eyes off mine.

“Is your breath catching like Raven’s?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Seduction is a lost art.”

Within seconds, I felt Caleb’s fingers near my vulva, teasing me ever so lightly before he kissed then flicked his tongue quickly over my thigh.

“You’re an amazing writer, very vivid and descriptive. I can feel that wetness you wrote about.” He inserted one, two, then three fingers, pumping in and out of me as I squirmed.

He thrust inside me so much that I thought I’d explode.

“That’s enough. Let me pleasure you. Come up here so I can suck you.”

He lifted his body and did as I asked, grinning the entire time. I stroked him to life, leaned in, and tasted him, causing him to hiss as I took him in my mouth.

For the next ten minutes, Caleb was putty in my hands. By the time his seed slid down my throat, I probably could have asked him for anything, and he would have given it to me. When he composed himself and I wiped us off with tissues, he collapsed on the bed with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Your mouth is anointed.”

“Go to sleep. I have another chapter to write.” I inserted my headphones back in my ears for Tank to finish serenading me as I wrote.

Within seconds, Caleb was out like a light.

I stayed up another hour, processing how quickly my life shifted. When I finished my nighttime routine, I lay beside Caleb and placed my hand on his smooth back.

“Thank you, God, for a second chance at life.” I spoke the words and drifted off to sleep.