Page 55 of A Taste of Grace

She was as cute as could be as she sought my approval.

I unzipped my robe and placed it on the nearest chair.

“Sweetheart, the people love you.”

And so do I, I wanted to say but didn’t.

“Good. I’m glad Elder Peyton shared with the congregation that our wedding would be private. We’ll have a big reception after our honeymoon.”

I hung up my robe and placed it in the small closet in the corner of my office. When I turned around, Grace stood before me with her heels off.

“You okay?” I took in her picture-perfect form.

She slowly raised the hem of her dress, displaying her legs and the top of her thighs. She bent and took her time rolling down her stockings before stuffing them in her purse. I suddenly felt warm.

“Yes. I feel better having met everyone. I see why you give them so much. What a blessed congregation.”

I stared at Grace’s lower body as she shifted her clothes.

What is she doing?

“They are precious.” I nodded like a robot.

Grace reached under her dress and lowered her panties to the floor, lifting them and dangling them in my face.

My mouth fell open. When I gathered myself, I received them and instinctively lifted them to my nose. The smell of her womanly essence had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Woman, don’t start nothing you can’t finish.” I dropped the panties to the floor then pounced on her.

I drew her to me, kissing her full lips and lifting her skirt before grabbing a handful of her juicy, naked behind.

She squirmed and reached for the side of my head, which I lowered to hers. When our lips touched, she inserted her tendertongue in my mouth. My head swirled as I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the floor. She looked into my eyes.

“Your mama told me about that woman who sent you panties. I wanted to give you a sample of what’s to come.” She bit her lower lip.

“Why is my mama so doggone messy? I knew she was the one who told you.”

When I lowered Grace to the ground, she rested her hands on my chest. I couldn’t believe this demure woman would be so bold with me…at church. As much as I tried to stay focused and controlled around her, I couldn’t resist temptation.

“Do you know how sexy you are?” I massaged her back and grinned at her.

“No. How sexy am I?”

“Come here.” I sat in the chair closest to me and ushered Grace toward me with my finger.

She came to me, her eyes focused on my lips. I planted my feet firmly on the floor. When she rested her arms on my shoulders, I circled my arms around her waist and made sure she was steady. I sucked in my breath and lifted her dress, taking in the beauty of her neatly trimmed honey pot.

“You’re beautiful everywhere, love.” I traced her jewels with my fingers.

I inserted the tip of my index finger in her channel.

“And wet.”

“Caleb,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

The way she said my name had my mouth watering.

Grace moaned low and thrust her body toward me, forcing my finger deeper. I closed my eyes and inserted a couple more, concentrating on her pleasure.

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