Page 69 of A Taste of Grace

God could come backand take me to heaven because I’d experienced the best he had to offer with his humble servant Caleb Stallings. Caleb was all man with those hard muscles and mysterious tattoos that had him looking like a devious angel ready to punish me when he pounded my body. I wasn’t going to protest, though, because the naked version of Caleb gave off a semi-dangerous, authoritative vibe. I was willing to bow down and call him “Sir” until he beat my soaking vagina into submission. I’d never felt so tethered to another person in my life.

Caleb had me swooning so bad I thought he’d have to pick me off the rug we lay on. It was already wet, capturing all our nasty Eden cum. I couldn’t care less about that rug or anything else in my house once Caleb catered to my body. His supernatural dick had me praying in tongues under my breath. He wasn’t just a man. God must have given him a secret formula to take full control of me as his wife.

As I lay trying to gather myself, Caleb rose and walked toward the back of the house. He returned with a wet washcloth, a small container, and a fresh sheet. He put the sheet over the rug and motioned for me to roll onto it. After wiping me clean, he placed the used cloth in the container. He laid next to me and covered my chest with his arm, gently sucking my nipple closest to him.

“You good, baby?” He kissed my cheek and rubbed my stomach.

I turned to face him and smiled, stroking his cheek before resting my hand over his.

“I’m better than good. You’re exquisite. Thanks for being you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you ready for me to cook dinner? It’s the least I can do to thank you for making our honeymoon so special.”

I brushed Caleb’s lips with my thumb, honored that he would cater to my physical hunger as much as my sexual desires.

“Sounds good. What do you need me to do?”

“Sit on that counter with your legs open so I can feast my eyes on you as I cook. I might let you be my appetizer if you act right.”

“What do I get?”

Caleb lifted my leg and massaged my breasts.

“What do you want?”

I began to stroke his penis back to life.

“I can think of something that would satisfy me.”

Within seconds, Caleb was on me again, prepping my body for a new round of lovemaking that had me screaming his name at the top of my lungs before we collapsed in each other’s arms.

Thirty minutes later, I sat on the kitchen counter with my kimono robe tied loosely around my body as Caleb cooked us a meal of salmon and salad. We agreed that eating light would be best since we didn’t want to be weighed down as we romped around the house.

He flipped the two pieces of fish in my cast-iron pan with his back to me. I crossed my legs and bit my lip as the muscles of his solid back flexed. His loose lounge pants left nothing to the imagination as the fabric lay nicely over his firm backside. He turned the exhaust above the stove off and placed his spatula down, facing me with a goofy grin.

“Are you going to stare at me all night?”

“Yes.”

He walked to me and rested his hands on my ticklish thighs, causing me to wiggle.

“Why me?”

Caleb frowned for a couple of seconds, then took a big breath.

“Because God told me you were my wife.”

I wanted to know the details.

“Was it an audible voice like I’m speaking to you now? What does hearing from God sound like?”

“Hold on a second.” He looked away, then went to the stove to plate our food.

When he returned, he placed his hands around my waist and kissed my cheek before directing his full attention to me again.

“It means that in the same way the girls had a list of requirements for a mother, I made my petition known to God for a wife. He gave me sign after sign that you were the one I needed to be with.”

“Did you ask him for perfection? I’m not perfect.”

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