Page 36 of Impacted by Love

"Let's see if the inferno within me extinguishes or explodes in the post-coital bliss," Onesti challenges with eyes that appear to sparkle with stars and lust.

Without awaiting my reply, Onesti lifts the bottom of her shirt, raising it with calculated precision that has my mouth watering the more skin she reveals. Tossing the garment haphazardly, Onesti moves to untie her bottoms, forcing me to slowly move backward to grant her access to remove the covering of her lower half. My chest pounds like I'm standing behind the band section of a high school basketball game, yet my eyes are razor-focused on what's happening in front of me, and my hands subconsciously roam once Onesti is bare except for her bra and panties.

A wry grin forms when I note the black lace thong struggling to cover her treasure. Her outer lips are entrancing me in a seductive game of peek-a-boo I didn't consent to, and my dick is straining against my pants.

"You're wearing far too many clothes, Mr. Harrison," Onesti declares in a sultry tone.

My breaths quicken, and heat fills my face, yet I swallow the increasing moisture before ridding myself of my clothing with unsteady hands. The sexual tension in the room is thick enough to be cut with a knife, and for the first time ever, I don't feel an ounce of hesitation about what's about to happen. It takes a minute for me to disrobe, and unlike Onesti, I also remove my undergarments to give my member a chance to breathe. Onesti's eyes balloon when my dick bounces out of my underwear like a model in a fashion show. Gripping my shaft, my jaw clenches from the veins dancing along the perimeter. Lust explodes within me when Onesti slowly slides her thong over her hips, giving me a bird's eye view of the honey glistening between her pearl.

Got damn, Onesti!

With merriment and unbridled excitement, I fight the urge to fall on Onesti when she removes her bra and her breasts make their debut. Her nipples look like Hershey's kisses, increasing my desire to connect my mouth to the pebbling tits surrounding bountiful mounds reminiscent of melons.

Beautiful! Abso-fucking-lutely beautiful!

Without permission, my hands begin easing up Onesti's body, lightly pushing her legs apart, providing me with the opportunity to see the inner lips I'm desperate to acquaint my mouth with. A low moan escapes Onesti's lips when my index finger comes in contact with the juices her desire is fueling. Dipping my digit inside her core, I swirl it around, saturating it with nectar before slowly backing out. With my heavy gaze on Onesti, I slip my digit in my mouth and run my tongue around it before sucking it completely dry.

"Asaiah," Onesti lowly purrs.

"Shh. Patience is a necessary virtue that you won't regret."

Disconnecting my gaze from Asaiah,I attempt to focus on my breathing so I don't become a victim of suffocation. My body is overheating by the minute, and my pussy is purring and whimpering with every swirl of Asaiah's finger in my tunnel. My plan to come here to get Asaiah to talk to me about his avoidance didn't include this moment. However, had I known we would end up here, I wouldn't have waited three days to make it happen.

"This has to be beneficial for both of us. Stay with me, Onesti." Asaiah's husky voice tumbles into my thoughts, and my eyes return to him.

Subconsciously, my fingers reach up and pinch my nipples until the point of pain, and I instantly recognize the butterflies within me from the stimulation. A breathy moan escapes my mouth, and Asaiah's eyes darken with passion while his Adam's apple bobs. Asaiah's eyes slowly blink like he's in a trance. Another digit joins the first, and Asaiah pumps in and out of me, increasing my juices with every push of his fingers. My hips move on their own accord, matching the cadence of Asaiah's rhythm, and I bite my lip to control the scream bubbling within me.

"Your tight walls are desperate for me, huh? Fuck my fingers, sweet baby." Asaiah's thick chords are nearly my undoing, and my eyes flutter closed while my hips continue thrusting.

Asaiah's endearment is one I've never been called before, and it nearly unravels me while making me push for a deeper connection between us.

"Jesus! I need more," I pant breathlessly, desperate for penetration and connection with Asaiah's dick.

I'm too lost in passion to open my eyes to see what's going on when Asaiah removes his fingers from my canal, yet the opening and closing of a drawer and ripping sounds have me sighing in relief when Asaiah eases into my awaiting tunnel minutes later.

At least one of us is thinking clearly.

"Ooh."

"Fuck."

The simultaneous reaction from me and Asaiah has me gripping his back when we become one for the first time. Asaiah is completely still, and his dick jerks inside of me before I encourage him to keep going.

"You can move," I urge into his neck when his head lowers. "Mm." Moans leave my mouth when Asaiah obliges me and pushes in and out of me in unhurried thrusts, which has me tightening my grip on his back.

"Best fucking pussy ever, sweet baby. Damn, your shit is tight."

In, out, in, out… Asaiah's hips move into my tunnel, and something about his calculated measures makes me feel like he's savoring and treasuring the experience.

Ooh, baby. That's it.

My mind echoes, and I have to close my eyes to keep from releasing the water bubbling within them from the care Asaiah is showing me in this carnal act. In the past, my lovers didn't consider the need to begin our exploits with slow speed, which has my chest expanding immensely. Unlike anything I've ever felt before, adoration bursts like a bomb within me and has me on the brink of shouting the three-word endearment that's too early to be spoken.

Silver and gold. Silver and gold. I'd rather have As?—

You better not finish that word lest you chance Asaiah losing his hard-on and you becoming a pillar of dried nectar.

Popping my eyes open at the chastising of the good angel residing within me, I take note of Asaiah's heavy gaze already assessing me.

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