Page 45 of Impacted by Love

"Why did you stop me?"

Damn, she looks hot!

Onesti's mouth is dripping with saliva around the rim, and her hair is disheveled from my hands. Yet she couldn't be more beautiful than she is right now.

"I need to feel you, sweet baby. Climb on," I huskily request.

"Ooh," Onesti moans when she lowers onto my dick, and the tightness of her walls causes me to grip her hips tightly.

"Damn," I pant as my dick throbs when Onesti takes leisure strokes up and down, slowly riding me.

My hips rock rhythmically, meeting her stroke for stroke while I use her waist as leverage to move her the way I need. The noises coming from Onesti practically cause me to rocket off in her before I'm ready.

"Ahh, you feel sooo good, Asaiah," Onesti whimpers before leaning into me for a kiss.

"You feel better," I return throatily before clenching my teeth to fight off the tingling from my toes up to my thighs.

"I want to cum. I want to cum, Asaiah," Onesti moans.

Increasing the tempo of my strokes, I guide us to our mutually beneficial climax while pulling Onesti's bottom lip into my mouth and sucking hard.

"Ahhh, shit! I'm cumming!"

"Damn," I growl when Onesti's release incites mine, allowing us to reach our peaks at the same time.

Father, forgive me because I fell into temptation once again. Please allow your blood to still speak on my behalf and justify me. Not only that… help me to be worthy of Your justification.

It might be the wrong time to be pleading for God's forgiveness, yet it's not without merit on the heels of my conversation with Pastor Reece.

"I needed that. Today was a long and stressful day. A patient died while I was taking their X-rays," Onesti discloses.

See, this is why you were supposed to do what you came over here for.

"I got something for you. Let's shower first because this wasn't a part of my plans."

"Maybe not, but thank you for being a willing participant."

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"Oh, God! This feels amazing. I've never had someone do this for me before," Onesti lowly purrs.

Onesti has been taking care of my mind and body, but I wanted to take care of her soul. While I could have paid someone else to do what I was doing, I wanted to be the one to provide a soothing experience for my love. After hearing the type of day Onesti had, I'm glad the idea hit me because, clearly, my sweet baby needed some pampering. Soft music is playing around the room, the lights are off, and lit aromatherapy candles enhance the relaxing atmosphere I'm hoping for. Trying to get Onesti acclimated to this experience with me, my oil-covered hands are simply gliding and caressing over her body.

"Hm. No one else will, but I'm happy to be your first. Are you ready for more?"

"Mhm," Onesti confirms in a dreamlike state, making me smile from how even her voice is, allowing me to continue.

"Tell me if the pressure is too much or not enough."

Using long, sweeping strokes, my hands glide from the top of Onesti's neck to the middle of her back. When Onesti doesn't protest, I gently knead her muscles, focusing on the knots in her shoulders.

Poor thing is holding onto all the day's stress. I can't have that.

Biting my bottom lip, I work out the kinks in Onesti's shoulders before moving to her back, where I begin using short, firm strokes across those particular muscles. A smirk fills my lips when a deeper moan sounds from Onesti.

"Oooh."

"Feel good, sweet baby?" I say as more of a question than a statement, to which Onesti nods subtly and wordlessly.

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