Page 84 of A Taste of Grace

I stepped back and pulled out my phone, dialing Grace’s number. When she didn’t answer, I shook my head at Aunt Nita.

“She’s not answering.”

“Go to your wife.” Aunt Nita’s elevated voice worried me.

Grace’s house was a short drive away. If Grace were there, the possibility of her being pregnant might be very real since Aunt Nita was a seer.

“Give me five minutes to pack some stuff. The girls are in their rooms. You know the routine.”

“Okay. Treat your rib with care, baby.”

If Grace was still in town, I would prove to her that she would always be my priority, even when the storms of life came our way.

The Great Escape

I wentto bed earlier than normal that night with a plan to get up at 5:00 a.m. My flight left at 9:00 a.m., and the airport was only fifteen minutes away.

I was deep in my sleep when I dreamed of Caleb. Even with my eyes closed, I smelled his cologne as he reached under the covers and lifted my flimsy nightshirt. His warm lips sucked on my breasts with tenderness that had me moaning. As always, he applied the right amount of pressure to my mounds, making me squirm.

“Caleb!” My eyes shot open to see my husband kneeling beside my bed.

Even in the darkness, the moonlight from the window drew me to his hooded eyes. He held my breasts and sucked them as I lay on my side. As he assaulted my nipples with his long tongue, I put a barrier between his lips and my breasts with my arm.

“Why are you here?”

“You told me your home was my house too. It’s not fair that you still have a bachelorette pad where you can hide out from me, love.” His low voice made me tingle.

“Where are the girls?”

“At home with Aunt Nita. She’s keeping them until I get back.”

I loved Nita, but she was a snitch.

“You need to leave. I’m flying out early.”

“I’ll leave after we talk.” He resumed his licks to my nipples, twirling his tongue around them like they were lollipops.

“This…isn’t talking.” I groaned and lifted my hand, leaning back despite my reprimand.

Caleb knew sucking my breasts weakened me. I reached for his head and held it steady as he kneaded and massaged my tender mounds, smooshing them together to put both nipples in his mouth.

“Shh, baby. This is what you need.” He kissed a nipple. “I was wrong. Let me make it up to you in your titty sucking love language.”

Pools of moisture formed at the apex of my thighs. Caleb held my breasts high as he licked my collarbone and traced kisses back and forth over my sensitive skin.

“Sex can’t fix all our problems. It’s not normal.”

“What’s not normal to others may be normal to us. Do you want me to stop?”

I stroked his cheek and grinned.

“You know I don’t, with your touchy-feely self.”

“Then enjoy how I make you feel.”

I nodded and raised my body, patting the space beside me to usher Caleb to the bed. He released me and stood beside me with a bare chest and underwear. Like the stripper I suspected he was at Morehouse, he lowered his tight black briefs and stepped out of them one leg at a time. He then eased my pajama bottoms off, dropping them beside the bed. He hoisted his body on the bed and climbed on me, slowing down to let his manhood linger on my thigh as he straddled me and kissed my neck.

“Boy, you ain’t slick. I’m still mad.” I pushed him to his side of the bed as he chuckled.

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