Page 73 of A Taste of Grace

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 impeccablemanners 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 willnotremember 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?”

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