Divine Favor, Sacred Union

I’m thankful for the two most important people in my life—my Creator and my husband, K.
God gave me life, he conceived me before the creation of the universe, he laid out the purposes he had for me and my life’s work. He made me female for the unique gifts he bestowed upon me to bring glory to his name and to his body, the church.
I’m grateful for his creation: the sun, birds singing, the ocean and beaches, the animal kingdom, forests and streams, fresh fruit, the smell of food cooking on the stove or baking in the oven. I appreciate the gift of laughter and the cleansing of a good cry after suffering heartbreak or grief. Faithful friends and family are a blessing, especially my sister (even during the holidays! Lol). Music and the written word grace my life, as does a nice old book in front of a roaring fireplace or beneath the shade of a stately tree.
What joy in fine wine by candlelight, a gentle breeze, thunderstorms, the changes of the seasons, getting caught in the rain, luxurious bubble baths, our pets, and flowers in full bloom. Not to mention night sounds during the summer as the crickets and frogs anxiously seek their mates. Fireflies.
And being naked.
I adore walking around in the nude—indoors and outdoors.
I’m thankful for my dear husband, K, whom the Lord graciously bestowed upon me. He is my kindred soul mate, companion, confidant, my provider, protector, and defender. My comedian and partner, K is the masculine side of my being. He’s my spiritual leader and Mr. Calm when the storms of life strike, my risk-taker, and my comforter.
K is my man and my life—he completes me. K and I are one.
K also likes to be naked. He enjoys walking around in the nude too.
I’m thankful our spirits and bodies fit so perfectly together—a total God thing, not mere coincidence.
He is tall while I am more on the petite side. I have to reach up on my tippy toes to kiss him while he has to bend down. I melt when he takes me into his strong, loving arms, embracing me as my breasts press into his hard torso.
I’m thankful for the gift of marital sex and love. It’s such a mystery, isn’t it? The honesty, the completeness, the act of making love with nothing to hide. It’s all there.
I adore the intimacy of our lovemaking. Naked together, the weight of K’s body bears down upon mine, forcing the air out of my lungs and crushing my big titties as they cushion him. His warm breath escapes into my ear or my throat, the rough feel of his stubble as we kiss, and he works his mouth around the contours of my body.
“Wow, Kay, your body says you are ready to go. That sure was fast.”
“Well, what did you expect, Mister? I mean, you are gently caressing me and nipping at my throat as you play with my titties. What’s a girl to do?”
The entire time, my spirit and soul slowly melds into this man. His eyes glimmer in the darkness of the candlelight of our bedroom, and a gentle summer breeze greets our nakedness.
Where did this man learn to work my breasts like this? IDamn, Sam! Like a baker kneading dough, his large rough hands tenderly manipulate my titties. They say more than a handful is a waste, but my man doesn’t seem to mind. He gently lifts them up and down and gives softies along the sides. His warm breath brings my already sensitive nipples to life.
There is something about watching my husband playing with these private and feminine parts of my body. Sometimes, in pure bliss, I could nod off in ecstasy—other times, he ignites the fire deep within me, for he learned on our wedding night that my nipples and pussy are directly connected.
I developed early as a girl and used to be ashamed of my breasts, nips, and pronounced areola. Yet sweet K to this day is enamored by my titties, and for this, I am forever grateful.
“Damn girl, your nips resemble the ancient pyramids tonight. Look at them! I love how they stand straight up and transform from pink to red, the more excited you get. Mmmmmm.”
Throwing my head back upon the pillow, I only get half of what he said as the pleasure and temperature is building between my legs. Gently, yet with a touch of erotic pain, he bites my nipples and pulls them up with his teeth.
“Oh, K! Damn, that feels great, but not too hard now. Mmmmmmmm, just like that.”
“Shit, Kay, your entire body is covered in goosebumps. I love it. Very hot, girl!”
He wasn’t exaggerating—I see them down my arms, thighs, and tummy.
We deeply kiss, and our tongues greet one another. K’s breath is scorching as his stubbly beard rubs against my cheek. He pushes closer to me, and I feel the tip of his fully erect cock knocking gently on the door to my womanhood.
He’s made me so wet, and he hasn’t even touched my clit or started eating me yet. Sometimes without warning, at this point in our romantic interludes, he thrusts his monster straight into me, causing my entire body to shudder and quake. The restrained power of this man is incredible. So strong yet so gentle.
Instinctively I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in closer—and throw my arms around the back of his neck—holding on for dear life.
This is marital intimacy…both us together, naked. K lies on top of me with my much smaller form tightly wrapped around him as he slowly enters me.
This is marital love…the boyish smile I see on his face before he turns his head to kiss my arms and hands.
Slowly, his journey inside me continues, filling this pussy with his throbbing manhood. As he slides deeper, I feel him twitching inside. We continue, saying nothing, as our eyes communicate just fine.
He gently grunts an animal-like sound, meaning he has entered me to the hilt. With his cock having completed its journey, I now savor the sensation of being fulling connected to the man I love and will spend eternity with.
We deeply kiss again before he withdraws from my mouth and begins gently licking my wrists, delicately licking and nipping at the baby-down fuzz along my forearms—causing them and the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. Much too soon, he completes the task of marking his territory on both of my arms before moving on to the business at hand.
Gently taking my little hands into his and interlocking our fingers, he stretches my arms back over my head. Oh, how I love this. I’m completely at his mercy now, with him calling the shots.
We are one; I am his, and he is mine, the way God intended.
Slowly yet with increasing rhythm, K thrusts his incredible veiny dick in and out of my ladygarden. My hips meet his thrusts in perfect unison as our bodies and spirits unite.
We are making love, we are mating, doing the Wild Thing, screwing, K is getting laid, whatever you want to call it.
Oh, how I adore being connected in this way to my man. Sometimes he picks me up. Other times, he quickly rolls me over on top of him without warning.
But not tonight.
“Damn Kay, you feel so good. Your hairy pussy is magnificent and so wet. So tight. Damn girl, how old are you again? If you keep on meeting me with your hips like this, I won’t last long.”
“So what else is new,” I tease back while firmly slapping his cute little ass that is now hot and sweaty. Nope, he won’t last long, I won’t let him! Lol.
“Ok, woman, just for that…”
And with that, my husband dramatically picks up the pace as my hips struggle to keep up. My titties are really bouncing up and down now, slapping against my chest. The sound of pounding flesh is so erotic. Or is that the sound of his hairless balls ramming below the entrance to my hungry pussy as his penis works its magic?
And then it happens, as it so often does.
I feel him tightening up and see him about to grimace before I lose it.
“Oh, yes, K. Oh. Yes. K, I am about to cum. Don’t Stop. Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Oh yessssssssssss. Yessssssssssss!”
K grunts as he empties his balls deep within me.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, I love you, K. I love you, my dear husband. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I….Love….To….Cummmmm. Oh, shit!”
“Oh Kay, I love you, girl. I love you. Don’t leave me. I love you, girl.”
And this is of God, a husband and wife sharing this magical moment, uniting as one in Body and Spirit. Such a wonderful mystery and such an incredible gift. Nothing to hide, here together as one.
Eventually, our breathing returns to normal, yet our hearts are still racing, and we are sweaty. When my man slips out, he gets off me and goes down on my muff. “Grazing in the pasture,” he calls it. Gently, he licks and strokes my soft brown pubic hair with his mouth and runs his face through it. I love how he gently strokes it; it feels so lovely and sweet.
Finally, K lays down beside me, and we hold hands, lost in thoughts of the untold magic that just transpired. Two imperfect people, we lie naked, our bodies spent yet pressed against each other. At this moment, as we rest in the darkness enjoying the flickering candle and gentle breeze, the smell of love is in the air. I have my K, and he has his girl.
Thankful. Yes, it is moments like this, right after we are together, expressing our physical and spiritual romantic love that I am thankful for. The warm afterglow of our lovemaking.
I love it.
And I am thankful as my husband works his arm under my head, enabling me to rest my head upon his manly chest. Before slipping away into blissful sleep, I can feel his heart beating.
And in this natural state, lying naked together, my spirit thanks the Lord for the intimate beauty of this moment.

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