Page 77 of A Taste of Grace

After a few more thrusts, Grace rocked her body harder and screamed. As another wave overtook her, I climaxed too. When we stopped shaking, she rose, facing and straddling me.

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered against my lips.

I placed my forehead on hers, trying to catch my breath.

“That was so good.” I squeezed Grace’s breasts and held them to my lips, kissing each of them gently.

She cradled me and gave me a tight hug.

“Get back to work, Pastor. You have a Mother’s Day sermon to finish.”

Lovely Day

Mother’s Daymorning was beautiful in every way as the girls and Caleb gave me flowers and cards during breakfast. On our way to church, we sang and shared how grateful we were to spend our first Mother’s Day together.

Caleb preached a stirring sermon about Proverbs 31 and the virtuous woman to a packed house. In the past, I would have beaten myself up about not being perfect, but Caleb’s perspective reminded me that being virtuous was a process.

When his piercing eyes rested on me, I was reminded of how intense he was when he touched and licked me. He followed my movements behind the lenses of his small, rimmed glasses andtilted his head down to examine my frame from the top of my head to my heeled feet before giving me a faint smile.

At the close of the service, Caleb gestured toward Taylor, the young woman who read the church announcements. Before she could stand, a voice from the back of the church shouted out.

“I have something to say.”

A hush fell over the congregation. I turned to see who dared to disrupt our church flow. A vision of elegance in a powder blue pantsuit stood and slowly sashayed up the aisle toward the front of the church.

“Who is that?” I turned to Ms. Denise, confused by the unexpected commotion.

She tapped my arm and held it tight as everyone watched the woman’s smooth motion.

“The devil.”

“Say what?”

Ms. Denise rose and pulled me up by my arm. We watched the woman as she approached our row with a mean mug on her face. I turned back to my mother-in-law for answers since none of the ushers did anything to stop her.

“Should we do something?” I jerked my head back and forth, searching for security.

Although the woman was out of order, she didn’t move as if she were demented or unhinged. In fact, she appeared poised as if it was natural for her to move freely among the congregation.

“That’s Madeline’s evil ass.” Ms. Denise didn’t bat an eye, cursing in church like she said praise Jesus.

Bile entered my throat as I took in Madeline’s exquisite body. She was slim and stunning in a form-fitting designer suit. Her ombre blonde and dark brown weave hung low as her nude stilettos elevated the daintiest of feet. I saw firsthand where Hannah got her delicate features. She may have been a crackhead years ago, but she didn’t look like one now.

She ascended the steps to the stage with the grace of a model and stood by Caleb…much like I did when we announced our engagement. She picked up the microphone from the lectern and skimmed the audience. Half of the congregation stood perplexed and silent like me. When she had everyone’s full attention, she spoke directly into the microphone.

“Good morning, saints.”

At least half the congregation said good morning back.

“My name is Madeline Stallings…the former Mrs. Caleb Stallings for those of you who are new here.”

That heifer looked directly at me. I folded my arms in disbelief.

She paused again as a murmur filled the room. When it died down, she continued speaking with her head held high.

“God is faithful. Amen?”

“Amen.” Fewer people responded this time.

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