Love in the Afternoon

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“It’s good to be home,” Joel said as they let themselves into their condo unit. “I don’t think I could eat anything else for the rest of the day.” It was just after 3pm on Saturday (Sabbath) afternoon and they were now coming home from having lunch with another couple after church.

“It was sweet of Jeff and Coleen to invite us for lunch.”

“Yes, it was.” He hung their coats in the closet and then headed straight to the bedroom to get changed. Kira followed him.

“I feel so blessed by this morning’s sermon,” she said as she took off her nylons. “At first, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear a sermon about infertility but when Pastor Morris started talking, I was all ears.”

“What hit home for me was that he and his wife are experiencing the same thing. They’ve been married for seven years but still don’t have any children.”

“He talked about how different people dealt with Hannah’s infertility. Her husband’s second wife, Peninnah who mocked her much like Hagar when she mocked Sarah. And Elkanah’s was very insensitive when he asked her why she was making such a fuss over having no children and if having him wasn’t better than having ten sons. He could said that because he wasn’t the reason why they couldn’t have children. He had children with Peninnah. And it was unfair of him to question Hannah’s love for him because she desperately wanted to have children. And, Eli, who’s supposed to be a man of God, accused Hannah of being a worthless drunk. Poor Hannah, she had so much to deal with.

“And like Hannah, you have to deal with Gina who has no clue about what it’s like to struggle with infertility.”

“No. She has no idea of how hard it is to go to baby showers or hear other women being wished Happy Mother’s Day or to pass by the children’s section in the store, wishing that one day you could be one of those women you see shopping there. Or how hard it is to see pregnant women or watch mothers with their children or to sit there in the church pew during a baby dedication. She has no clue whatsoever.”

“I think that you have been handling the situation very well, Kira. You’re not giving up, despite what Gina or other people may say. You continue to hope and trust in God. I know that you have been praying and fasting. And you’ve left the situation in God’s hands. That’s the best thing to do.”

“Pastor Morris also said that although many women who struggling with infertility like are eventually blessed with children, not everyone who prays for children will receive them. Many go though their childbearing years like Sarah and Elizabeth and don’t have children. That could happen to me.”

“And it might not. Let’s leave the miracle of childbirth to God who blessed Sarah and Elizabeth with sons when they were past their childbearing years.”

“Can you imagine the two of us having a child when I’m old and grey?” She chuckled at the thought.

“Yes, that would be very interesting,” he replied. Then, his expression grew serious. He walked over to her and taking her by the shoulders, he said, “Kira, I don’t want you to ever feel that you’re worthless unless you have children. Having a child doesn’t determine a woman’s value or worth in God’s eyes. And I want you to remember and never ever forget that you are and will always be my special woman–my beautiful queen, my world and the love of my life.”

With tears glistening in her eyes, she reached up and pulled his head down to hers. She kissed him long and hard on the mouth. Then, she drew back to loosen his belt and take his shirt out of his trousers. She unbuttoned and removed it. Next, she unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. His underwear followed. They fell at his feet in a heap. He stepped out of them, his breath harsh and unsteady and his eyes dark with desire. “Lie down,” she instructed him breathlessly.

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“Are we trying again?” he asked as he stretched out on top of the covers.

“No. We’re making love on the Sabbath day for the first time. Let’s not think about conceiving. Let’s just enjoy pleasuring each other.”

“That sounds good to me,” he murmured, watching her as she got undressed.

She joined him on the bed. Lying down between his spread legs, she lowered her head and kissed him on the mouth, moaning when she felt his eager response and his hands moving down her back to grip her buttocks. They kissed for a long time before she broke it off to press little kisses against the side of his neck, across his chest, down his torso and stomach.

He felt her warm breath on his arousal and he closed his eyes, moaning when he felt her lips close over it. He lay there for several minutes as waves of pleasure swept through his body and then, muttering under his breath, he reached down and pulled her up. He rolled over so that she was lying on her back.

He kissed her hungrily before dragging his mouth down her body, making her groan and writhe against him. He took each nipple in his mouth, loving the way each one felt. Then, he kissed her stomach and she cried out when she saw him put his face between her legs. Her head fell back on to the pillows, closing her eyes when she felt the sweet caresses of his lips and tongue. For several exquisite minutes she lay there, her fingers gripping the sheet and then, she convulsed against him.

His breath harsh and unsteady, he gripped her legs, his fingers digging into the flesh as he penetrated her. Her hands rested on his back as he thrust his hips fast and furiously against her. She pushed all thoughts of the sermon, her desire to have children out of her mind and just enjoyed making love with her husband. Lovemaking, like children, was also a gift from God.

Source: Sermon Central;

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