Whispered Southern Secrets (Magnolia Grove #11)

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

John David

Every wedding is a beautiful occasion. I don’t believe mine could’ve been more perfect.

Standing before my hometown, family, friends, and God. Landon as my best man and James as my groomsman. Honey chose Livy to be her matron of honor, Emma, and Laney are bride’s maids. Mama played the piano. Having my father spiritually unite me to the woman I know that God has intended for me – well, I can’t think of anything more beautiful. This truly is a glorious occasion. At the reception Daisy sang a couple of songs. Then she announced to the guest that since Honey and I fell in love while performing karaoke, what better way to celebrate us than opening the room up to karaoke.

The guests have been singing and dancing all night. It’s one in the morning and I can’t wait any longer. I walk over to Honey who is exiting the stage after her dedication of “Silver Wings,” to Mrs. Minnie.

Mrs. Minnie rushes up and kisses Honey on the cheek before I can get to her. “Oh baby doll that was beautiful!”

“Only there won’t be any airplanes taking me away any more Mimi. I’m here to stay.”

I make my move to slide up to Honey but then one of the guy’s from Mimi’s Gasoline Grove steps up and asks her to dance. Seriously. That’s my wife. I’m ready to have her all to myself. Next James pops up and the smug smile on his face has me gritting my teeth. He twirls her around the dance floor. My own father hogs her from me. Finally, I’ve really had enough.

I walk up to the stage and tap the microphone. “I’m so honored and happy y’all are here tonight. The party is still going strong and I don’t want to interrupt anyone’s fun. So y’all keep on enjoying yourselves. However, I’m ready to have some time with my wife. Will Honey Brewster please step forward? Ma’am you’re late for your honeymoon.”

I could barely get Honey to the car fast enough. Our first time as husband and wife will be in our home. I open the car door for her and extend my hand to help her out. As soon as her feet touch the ground I swoop my arm from behind her knees, and carry her up the porch steps and over the threshold.

“What are your plans tonight, pastor?” Her smile is coy.

“Worship.”

I lead her to what is now our bedroom and begin unzipping her elegant fitted white dress. “Now wife, I’m going to undress you. I hope you hydrated because it’s going to be a long night, darlin’.”

The material comes loose and I slide it down her body. “What does the Bible say about boasting? Isn’t there also something about pride before the fall?”

She yelps when I pinch her tight nipple. “There’ll be none of that sass tonight.”

“Are you going to pinch my nipple each time I do it?” Her eyebrows bounce up and down in delight.

“Trouble.”

“You’re about to be in Trouble.” She tries hard to maintain a serious face after her ridiculous cheesy and horrible pun. Honey loses the battle and snorts with laughter.

Seeing her standing there nude, wearing a wedding band, and being so vulnerable with me after knowing her history has me overcome with emotion. I place my hands on her waist and hold her tightly for a minute as I regain my composure. What I said earlier wasn’t me being cute or funny. I have every intention of worshipping her body rather than using it for my own release. Her last marriage was degrading and humiliating for her. This one she will know every day what it's like to have a husband who thanks God for her. I will treat her for the blessing that she is.

Warmth filled me as I maintained eye contact with her. I kept one hand on her hip as the other one slid up to cover her breast. “Kiss me.” I tell her.

No sooner are the words out of my mouth are her hands caging my face. His soft lips are on mine. I lift her up and her legs automatically wrap around my waist. Her greedy little hands rips my shirt open. Buttons fly off and a low groan comes from somewhere deep in my chest. Her tongue masterfully massages mine. Her fingers sink into my hair. Honey’s action are both wild and controlled.

“Slow down,” I moan. “I’m going to need a minute if you keep rubbing that hot pussy against me and sticking your tongue down my throat.”

She whimpers when I lay her on the bed. If I wasn’t so desperate to catch my breath I might laugh. I crawl up the bed to hover over her. My eyes trace the lines of her beautiful face. I don’t think angels could compete with this face.

Soft tender hands pull my shirt the rest of the way off. I assisted in removing my pants. Wordlessly we continued to undress me until nothing would be between us. Honey let me know before our wedding that she was on birth control. Nothing will be between us. Not even secrets.

Time to claim my wife.

I positioned myself between her legs. She’s so wet. The heat radiating from her has my eyes rolling back. With one single thrust I’m buried deep inside.

Praise. The. Lord.

She feels even better than I remembered. I thought for sure I’d built it up in my head. No. This is pure euphoric.

“Oh God.” Honey calls out.

“Yes. I am all for giving the glory to God, but give me a little credit too.”

Honey tights around me and the room starts spinning. I begin moving faster desperate to for this woman. I can’t get enough of her. Bending down I trail kisses everywhere on her body. Her breasts. Her neck. That delicious smart mouth. Being so close to her not only spiritually but physically has my body quaking.

I lift her legs to prop them on my shoulders to bury myself deeper. I’m seconds away from exploding but I need her to come first. My voice is shaky as say, “I love you.”

“I love you, J.D.” She says in that breathless voice of hers.

I bend forward and kiss her. I hope she can feel what I’m trying to convey in that kiss. That I promise to always worship her.

Her body tightens around me in a borderline painful grip. I lose all control. I completely lose myself in her. My hips bounce off hers with each deep and forceful throat. She calls out my name. Yes. Yes. Finally my release comes and comes and comes.

When I’m able to move a muscle I open my eye lids. I give Honey a lopsided smile. “I’m okay.”

She giggles. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah. I think my soul left my body for a minute, but I’m good now.” I lend down and place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

“I love you.”