Page 74 of A Taste of Grace

“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 haveasked 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.

Steady State

Although married lifemade me happier than I’d ever been, I was concerned about Grace. Yesterday, she seemed down. This would be her first Mother’s Day without her mother, so that was understandable.

After I picked the girls up from school and got home, she looked tired and her eyes were puffy.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded.

“Just thinking about Mama and how much I miss her.”

When I opened my arms, Grace walked into them. The scent of her freshly shampooed hair entered my nostrils.

“I don’t want the girls to see me down.”

I pulled back and held her shoulders.

“Although you’re amazing, you’re not superhuman. The girls will adore you even when you don’t feel your best.”

Tears filled Grace’s eyes. She looked away to avoid my glance, but I guided her chin back to me.

“We don’t need perfection. We need you.”

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