This story contains very brief strong language. (L)
Psalms 63 (NIV)
1 You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.
2 I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
3 Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
4 I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
5 I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
6 On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
7 Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
8 I cling to you;
your right hand upholds me.
Listening to a sermon by Charles Stanley on intimacy with God, James started to cry. Everything he heard hit him hard, the Holy Spirit convicting him that he wasn’t hungering for God. “David wasn’t a perfect man, but he hungered for God. He was never ashamed of his need for Him,” James thought to himself as he looked over at his wife, who sat that there with her green eyes fastened on him.
“What are you thinking?” Ginger said with concern in her eyes.
“I feel like an idiot.”
They’d had a fight. Ginger’s mother had brought over a plate of potato salad, and James hated potato salad. His mother-in-law knew he hated it, too. He couldn’t believe he’d blown up over it, though.
“Why don’t you like potato salad again?” Ginger smiled, walking to the kitchen.
“It doesn’t matter.” James rubbed his head, thinking about the message. He looked up as his wife walked by, taking in the lovely view.
“Those sweat pants… my Lord.” James loved her normalcy. He loved her, dolled up or not, but he actually preferred not. She made his heart skip with just her dimples.
“Yes?” she asked with a half-smirk.
“Those need to come off,” he said as she slinked into his lap.
“Talk to me.” She lightly swept her fingertips on his face.
“Pastor Charles brought out a good point; when our relationship with God isn’t where it needs to be, the intimacy…”
Ginger kissed him slowly, first on the lips, then his forehead, then softly on his neck.
“Mmm-hmmm. Intimacy?” she breathed in his ear.
“We’ve got to hunger after Him.”
“Huuuunger,” she said with a kiss. “I like that…and….listen to Him?” she said, pausing between phrases to kiss James’ cheeks.
“Yeah. I need to listen to you better, too.”
Ginger looked deep into his eyes. “I fully agree. So you’ll apologize to my mother?”
“Make it up to me?” she said slyly, standing up and pulling him up.
James picked up Ginger, struggling to lift her onto his shoulder. Her butt was right near his face.
“I love the way your cheeks fit these sweatpants’ crease!” he groaned.
“Oooh, babe! Once you put me down, I’m gonna fuck you up.”
James flopped Ginger onto the bed, her bra already on the floor. She started to rub herself, then let her hands rest on her navel.
“Let’s take our time,” James said, as he lowered himself to sit next to her. “Lay back.”
Laid out, she let her bare back rest on the comforter. James followed her down, lying atop her and looking deep into her eyes. Lightly, he ran his fingers along her eyelids and whispered, “Close them for me. Let me touch you—from the inside out.”
James got off the bed and took off his shirt. Behind him, the sky had a tint of dark blue and moonlight. You could still see the faint outline of the six-pack he had from his 20s. He looked longingly at Ginger as she started to strip off her pants. James listened as she achingly took her time. He loved the sound of the fabric rubbing along her skin. James slid his hand into hers, stopping her, then softly put her arms on the bed. From there, he slowly ran his hands up to her shoulders.
“Tell me, how do you feel?” He ran his finger along her neck as she moved her hands up to hold his back. “Relax,” he said, lowering her arms again before letting his hands run down her ribs to her waist. Pulling her hip toward him, he started again from the small of her back, tracing her spine down until he could tease her butt. He lifted her leg and playfully smacked her bum, then made a u-turn back to her belly button. From there, he leaned down slowly and breathed on her abdomen. Her stomach rose as she took in a breath, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She began to squirm slightly on the bed, opening her legs.
James stopped then put both hands around the gray sweatpants, slowly stripping them down to her knees.
“Tell me, when was our first kiss?” James asked, playfully touching her inner thighs.
Ginger blinked, then smiled. “When we were 16, at the Dairy Queen,” she whispered, her eyes beginning to tear. James moved the pants to the floor, then took off his belt.
“Alright, masturbate for me,” James said sheepishly.
“Whaa, I thought you were!?”
“You take the top, I’ll take the bottom,” James said, pulling her to the edge of the bed with her legs in the air, her feet against his shoulders. He positioned her hands on her breasts, then stepped back and placed his palms on her soles, pushing her knees up and back. Leaning down, he let his face hover over her crotch while his hand pressed on her softly, letting her dampness soak through her panties. She slightly writhed in acceptance.
“Concentrate,” he said intensely. Then, as he fondled her, he asked, “What were you thinking when we first made love?”
She arched her legs, and her feet playfully swept his back.
“Come here,” she moaned.
He slowly drew her underwear toward her knees and lowered his head underneath them, between her legs. As he kissed her, her arms playfully tousled her breasts. She pressed them from side to side, then rubbed her abs slowly as James kept working. Starting with slow kisses, he began sopping, her panties still above his head.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she locked her legs around him. He grabbed her waist with both hands, rubbing along her pelvis and sweeping his fingers to the sides of her bum. She lifted a little as he emerged from her vice grip, stripping her panties down and tossing them on the floor. Ginger smacked her lips as she licked her hand, then hungrily smeared her breast.
Moving back in, James lightly kissed, then ran his tongue from her pelvis back to her honey bun. She opened her legs farther, and he felt her wetness increase. James then used his finger lightly, slowly massaging, then barely inserting it gently. Her vagina acknowledged his familiar hand. All of their practice was paying off.
“I’m a little rusty. Show me with your hand, babe…”
Ginger smiled, and hungrily licked her finger. James allowed her hand to replace his as she glided inside herself. Wetter now, her fingers started to slosh slightly as she began to wriggle. As she built up a rhythm, James took off his pants, revealing his bulge. Ginger looked up hungrily as she picked up speed, licking her lips and beginning to press her hand further. Starting to buck against her middle finger, she arched one of her legs as James moved back over her. Passionately, he kissed her on the lips twice, then moved back down.
Ginger braced up on one elbow, using the other hand on the back of his head to urge him on, breathing heavily. “Ahh…ahh..” she moaned as she let go to rub her breast.
This time, he licked her with his tongue, then full-on kissed, then sucked…and sucked some more. “Mmmm, you want that,” he growled.
Ginger smiled as she writhed her hips and began to buck, James moving in unison with her thrusts. She could feel her wetness seep around his mouth and felt the warmth begin to spread. Her vagina began to pound.
James sat up and got his briefs off as she rubbed herself harder. Her hand flapped in her juices as James climbed back over her. She pulled him in, making him plunge inside her—first slightly, then with more force. He went deeper, then deeper still, slowly, then quicker, and groaned as her legs flailed on his shoulders. Then she wrapped her legs around him as he pounded with more fury.
Moaning as he plunged, Ginger slapped his back and grabbed him as she felt him spew inside her. She let her legs flail as he gave one more thrust, their juices running down her leg.
James kissed her as they struggled to catch their breath. Finally, he collapsed alongside her.
Ginger smiled and slowly reached down to hold herself, still slightly shuddering. Taking some of their wetness, she rubbed it on her breast, then licked her finger. She looked over at James, who moved in and kissed her wet breast. As he tongued her nipple, she held his head while rubbing herself a little more.
After a moment, James got up and turned off the light, the moon peeking through the opened blinds giving a dim glow. Ginger moved under the blanket and watched as the dark blue night swarmed the room. After James climbed back into bed next to her, they both just lay there, listening to each other breathe. Without a word, she rested her head on his chest, and his arm wrapped around her. They kissed in the calm, still tasting the wetness on each other as she tucked her head under his chin. Nestled in nakedness with each other, they rested as man and wife.
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