Divine Sunday Rituals (L)

The insistent chirping of the alarm ripped me from a blissful, half-formed dream. Sunday mornings were sacred, a refuge from the week’s relentless demands. A quick glance confirmed the time: 8:00 AM. Time to get ready for church. This day, blessed by the Lord, would be one of rejoicing and gratitude.

I swiftly whipped up a protein shake, a concoction of whey, banana, and a generous dose of creatine, and gulped it down. Then, without hesitation, I plunged into the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of sleep, as I decided on my outfit for the day. My peach sweater dress, a favorite, hung in the closet, its delicate pleats trimmed in sparkly gold, reaching just above the knee. Paired with my worn brown riding boots, it was a look that felt both feminine and powerful.

We hustled, eager to arrive at church before the service began. We didn't want to miss the sermon or the uplifting hymns. After the service concluded, my husband, Daniel, suggested a leisurely lunch at one of our favorite local eateries. The food was delicious, a comforting blend of flavors that always seemed to hit the spot. On the drive home, the atmosphere shifted subtly. Daniel, his hand resting lightly on my thigh, began to rub his hairy chest against mine. I instinctively reached out, placing my hand in his shirt to reciprocate, a silent acknowledgement of the growing heat between us.

As we navigated the city streets, we found ourselves lost in conversation, discussing our happiness and lamenting the plight of those facing marital struggles. We spoke at length about MarriageHeat, a concept we’d discovered together, and how it could reignite the flames of passion in even the most stagnant relationships. It had certainly worked for us, pushing our connection to a level we hadn’t thought possible.

Once home, Daniel changed into jeans, preparing for a quick errand. I remained in the living room, taking my time to savor the lingering warmth of his touch. I walked to the front door, determined to give him a passionate kiss before he left. It was a lingering, demanding kiss, filled with a desire that begged to be fulfilled. As he leaned in, I pulled his hand down my waist, stripping away the last vestiges of modesty.

He could tell immediately that I’d removed my panties. Standing at the front door, we continued our intimate exchange, locked in a world of shared pleasure and anticipation. Daniel’s fingers gently explored my pussy, and a smile spread across his face as he felt the dampness of my arousal. He thrust his finger inside, and a moan escaped my lips as I began to writhe in anticipation.

“Baby, I’m going to cum!” I gasped, my voice thick with pleasure.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he replied, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

With a final, desperate thrust, I released a torrent of ecstasy. “You still need to run that errand? Would you rather have yours now or when you get back?” I asked, catching my breath.

“I don’t think I can wait until I get back,” he answered, his voice laced with urgency.

I grinned, recognizing his desire for immediate gratification. “I was hoping you would say that!” I grabbed his hand, and we hurried into the bedroom.

We swiftly discarded our clothes and shoes, stripping ourselves bare in a flurry of anticipation. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to initiate the pleasure, sucking deeply on his cock. It wasn't gentle, not even remotely. I wanted the full force of his manhood, demanding its attention with an intensity that bordered on frenzied. The rhythmic sucking became more frantic, driven by a primal urge, as he moaned, “Fuck, baby, your good!”

Laying back, I allowed him to take control, letting him lick my pussy from back to front with a flat tongue. Next, he gently circled my hard clit, followed by a slow, deliberate thrust of his tongue deep inside. The pleasure intensified, building with each movement. It didn't take long before I succumbed to the overwhelming sensations, releasing a moan that vibrated through the room.

“You still need to run that errand? Would you rather have yours now or when you get back?” I asked, breathless and on the verge of another wave of ecstasy.

“I don’t think I can wait until I get back,” he replied, his voice strained with anticipation.

I smiled, savoring the moment. "I was hoping you would say that!” I grabbed his hand and we moved to the bed.

We ripped our clothes and shoes off, completely exposed and vulnerable. I settled onto the edge of the bed, leaning forward to begin the ritual, sucking deeply on his cock. This time, there was no restraint, no holding back. I unleashed my pent-up desires, demanding every ounce of pleasure from his body. His moans grew louder, more desperate, as he struggled to contain his mounting excitement.

As he continued to provide the stimulation, I pulled myself up to meet him, clinging to him with all my might. He lifted me onto the bed, and we locked lips in a passionate embrace. Then, without hesitation, he took control, plunging his cock deep into my pussy. I arched my back, allowing him to fully explore my depths. As he continued to stroke, I gripped the control for the adjustable bed, raising the bottom to increase the intensity of the experience.

With every thrust, he hit my G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned, lost in the sensation, as he kissed me hard, his lips stained with my juices. I responded in kind, sucking his tongue hungrily, pulling him closer and closer. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

“Oh, God, this is so good! Yes, baby. Let me feel your balls slap my pussy! Oh, you’re so good! Give it to me! I want to feel you cum so hard. Shoot me, baby! Fuck me!” I cried out, my voice reaching a fever pitch.

Finally, with a final, desperate thrust, I came hard, releasing a torrent of ecstasy that shook my entire body. The warmth of my juices ran down his balls, eliciting a simultaneous climax from him.

He continued to ride me for several minutes, his movements becoming increasingly frantic as we both reached the peak of our pleasure. Then, as his cock began to soften, he pulled out and plunged his finger deep into my pussy while his thumb rubbed my rosebud. I writhed on the bed in ecstasy, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations.

I came again, but he didn’t stop there. He started to twist his finger inside me slowly followed by pushing as deep as he could and holding it a few seconds. Then he’d pull back very slowly as I writhed on the bed in ecstasy. He knew I couldn't stand much more; I was begging to cum! So he plunged the finger into me faster for a few thrust, then slow-and-hold again.

Oh. My. God. What pleasure! I came several more times; I couldn't count how many because I was lost in the moment. Then I had the Big One! I yelled, “Fuuuck, fuck, fuck,” as I clenched the extra pillow and bit into it to muffle my loud screams.

When I came down, I was literally trembling all over. I pulled him up to kiss me and he held me as I trembled. We enjoyed the afterglow until our dog jumped on the bed wanting to play.

I smiled at him and said, “I need to take the dog for a walk — if I can stand! My legs are jello right now.” But I was grinning from ear to ear.

He got dressed to run his errand and I took the dog for that walk, smiling the whole way. I was so relaxed and full of joy!

Thank you God for this wonderful man you gave me!

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