Eden's Echoes

If you have been saved and believe in Christ, your heaven has been extended back into your life,” Pastor Charlie told us one Sunday. “Live life as if you are in heaven. Glorify God and seek those to join you.”

Mel and I reflected on these words returning from church. They were calming, and the thought of living in heaven now sparked an in-depth conversation over lunch. The kids were gone, and as often happens on Sundays after church, my mind drifted to my wife, her body, and our intimate and spiritual relationship.

“Can we step back into Eden?” I posed this question to her as she placed our lunch dishes into the dishwasher. I liked to wade in towards intimacy with thoughtful questions, and this time, I had done some preparation.

“What?” she said, latching the door of the dishwasher, turning the machine on, and drying her hands. “I think I know where your mind is going.”

“True, but today is a little different,” I said. “Just think about Eden for a moment. Besides nudity, what were the conditions there?”

Still perplexed, she walked out into the living room and sat down. I followed and held my comments, leaving both questions dangling in the air. Her face showed a mix of confusion and thought. I picked up the local paper and took my eyes off of her. After several minutes she started with an “Ummm…” then an “I suppose…” before pausing.

“Donnie, we can’t step back into Eden. Hear that dishwasher? That how my thoughts are running right now; what we have to do to get ready for my parents next week; my imperfect body…” She hesitated and didn’t know how to summarize the rest of that thought.

“What were the conditions before and after Adam and Eve took the bite?” I reworked the question.

“Shame appeared,” she retorted. “Life as WE know it began.”

I looked to the living room where her meditation and prayer pillow lay on the floor. Then I stood up and walked to Mel, extending a hand which she curiously took. Finding my gaze, she rose from the couch. I guided her to the pillow and lowered her onto it with a hand on her shoulder. There I joined her, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“Close your eyes,” I said, and she smiled sweetly, doing what I asked. “Dear Heavenly Father, transport us through my words into your paradise, Eden, one that you made for us and created us into.”

We had been practicing meditation with our prayer, working to control our breathing and thoughts, trying to escape the grip of racing thought. I took those lessons and began to apply them to our afternoon.

“God loves us as we are. God forgives our sins. Our imperfections are only cause for the greater celebration of Him,” I said, amazed that the words were flowing so easily. I spoke at the pace I wanted her to breathe, pausing between each phrase and sentence. “Release your fear and self-awareness. Show me the gift God has bestowed on me, the gift of your heavenly body.”

Eyes closed, she slowly crossed her hands and reached down to the edges of her blouse. Without unbuttoning, on her slow exhale, she pulled it up and off in one movement. She gracefully, on her inhale, reached back and released her bra from behind then let her breath go.

Quoting scripture (Song of Songs 7:7), I said. “Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.” My hands made their way to her, and I sat closer. She gasped a little on her inhale, then we began to breathe in one rhythm. She cooed, her face relaxing and tensing to the different sensations my fingers and hands brought her.

I pulled back and removed my polo and undershirt before reaching out again, taking her hands and guiding them to my chest. Together we reveled in each other’s skin. Our fingers and palms explored each other’s torsos from our waistbands to shoulders, neck, and down the arms a bit.

“Join me on a journey to Eden,” I whispered before kissing her deeply, tugging her a little off her pillow as I leaned forward but kept my legs crossed for now. Pulling back, I began a series of affirmations.

“Our bodies glorify God.” I began, keeping the slow, soft tempo in my voice. “He created them in his image. Love it and be glad in his work. Let us stand before him.” I spoke at the pace I wanted her to breathe, pausing between each phrase and sentence. “Release your fear and self-awareness. Show me the gift God has bestowed on me, the gift of your heavenly body.”

Her eyes remained closed as she rose and swiftly slid the waistline of her skirt down and off, then her panties. She stood frozen and waited for me to continue. I slipped off my shorts and boxers and stood naked within an inch of her body.

“Feel my breath,” I said. I closed my eyes and took in a long, deep breath before exhaling. Our stomachs almost touched as the air filled our lungs and lowered our diaphragms. “Imagine the exotic flowers and the beasts of the garden living around us, naturally existing in harmony.”

I opened my eyes to better sense what she was feeling and guide her as we continued to take long, deep breaths together.

I had started a Sentsy fragrance generator even before our conversation, and the smell had finally made its way to the front room. I had also browsed online earlier for a meditation app that would elicit a calm, peaceful, Eden-like environment. I had found one that could transform my voice into calming sounds. Now I started the app and set my smartphone aside. In the background, we could hear lapping waves and the occasional soft cries of a gull.

At my command, a female voice first guided us through some more simple breathing exercises. Then it directed us, “Open your eyes to your Eden.”

I immediately saw my Eve—made just for me, beautiful and bountiful with love and grace. She was smiling at me, affectionately, not embarrassed. I can honestly say that neither of us was conscious of our nudity, only of each other.

The soft, gentle voice had us reach out and touch each other’s forearms and hold each other “as if you were sitting in a field of grasses and fragrant blossoms.” We looked only into each other’s eyes as our fingers stayed fixed on the skin of our arms, rubbing a little back and forth.

“Explore with your hand the length that rises from him,” the voice said, raising my growing flesh even more. “And slide under her wetness, making sure your fingers part the flesh that is to be yours.”

Our eyes fixed down for a moment as we each found the other’s genitals, her gripping and then opening her hand to rub. My fingers grazed her outer folds with the slightest penetration before finding the space behind and sliding forward again. The waves crashed in the background then receded and crashed again as we stroked and fondled each other to delight.

Her eyes were closed now, the voice telling us to grip harder or penetrate deeper. “Feel the flood of desire, the rush of power to your area,” it said as we built up to the point of almost ending this time early.

“Lay back for him,” the voice calmly spoke. “Open her legs and, as it was said in Song of Songs, ‘Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.’”

Her head swung back as my breath spread across her flesh, and the moist fragrance did fill the air. My tongue led the way, and my mouth filled with her flavor. Penetrating deeper with my tongue, up to my lips, helped spread her so that I could lap at her in-depth.

“Ohhh, yesss,” Mel whispered as my face, mouth, tongue, and lips made love to her and brought her to a quick orgasm. She spewed forth a slight release. Now that my senses were filled, my cock wanted.

“Now rise and stand before your God,” the voice said. “The world is your Eden, explore it without shame.”

We walked into the living room, then kitchen, naked and unashamed. We held each other and kissed playfully in several places as if the world was just ours. We went upstairs and sat, talking and caressing, in bed until I could start again.

We made love in our Eden before reentering the world of shame and clothes.

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