Page 46 of Impacted by Love

When I'm happy with the absence of knots or tension in Onesti's back, I continue to her legs. My hands glide and knead her legs and calves with care and precision, which strangely causes my dick to jerk.

Down boy. This ain't about us. Besides, we already got a turn that we shouldn't have.

Mewls and kitten noises echo around the room when my hands move to kneading and massaging Onesti's feet.

Hm. Have I located an erogenous zone?

Lowering Onesti's left foot, I focus on her right, kneading and massaging before similar noises escape Onesti's mouth. I mentally pound my chest like a proud parent at their kid's sporting event.

"A-mm-Asaiah," Onesti moans, causing my dick to twitch and harden.

Fuck this shit.

Lowering Onesti's leg, I abandon my will to stay the course and allow two digits to slip between Onesti's slippery folds. Onesti's body shakes slightly upon feeling the invasion of my fingers.

"Shh—"

Whatever Onesti had been about to say gets suspended in her mind when my fingers move in and out of her slippery tunnel.

Onesti's tunnel is beyond wet, letting me know I had already been turning her on with my massage. Gritting my teeth, I focus on bringing Onesti another level of pleasure while attempting to control the urge to replace my fingers with my dick.

Hold strong, champ. Pleasure for sweet baby is just as pleasurable for us.

Onesti moans, opening her legs wider, allowing me to continue my efforts. The sight of her juices glistening on her inner perimeter has my dick crying in protest while jutting like a traffic cop with a stop/slow paddle.

"P-puh-please," Onesti begs.

"What do you need, sweet baby?" I ask without slowing my thrusts into her pearl.

"P-p-put it—shit! Fuck me, baby," Onesti whines.

"With pleasure, sweet baby." Climbing on the bed, I lift Onesti's hips and sink my dick into her crying pussy. "Damn." Onesti's pussy immediately puts my dick in a full Nelson, and I don't move or breathe for a minute or two.

My breaths come out in spurts because I'm scared to move lest I blast off prematurely and before either of us can enjoy this ride.

Tonya. Gina. Constance. Natalie. Sabrina. Dor—Karen. Dorinda. Mattie… fuck!

I silently recite the names of the chicks I had slept with who didn't allow me to reciprocate pleasure before my mind shifts, and the name of the gospel group, the Clark Sisters, moves those women out of the way.

"Move, please," Onesti begs, pushing her ass into me and encouraging me to honor her request.

Nodding, I pull out to the tip before thrusting back into my favorite place on earth. As a kid, I didn't have the pleasure of making a statement about Disney World, yet even as an adult, Onesti's pussy would still trump that magical place. Leaning down, I kiss Onesti's back, inciting a shiver, and my hips continue moving in and out of her. Plan or no plan, I'm hoping my sweet baby knows that taking care of her is also a part of my mission as the man lucky enough to have her.

"I-I-I love you, Asaiah."

"I love you more, sweet baby."

"It will be worth it.Worth it. It will be worth it," I sing while holding Onesti's hand with my right and steering with my left.

The lyrics of this James Fortune song give me hope that even though my life has been full of trials and tribulations, it'll all be worth it.

"Adding Zacardi Cortez to this song was genius because that man can blow. I love hearing him minister," Onesti adds.

After having an early dinner out, we're cruising through the city with no destination in mind while enjoying each other's company. My chest tightens, and emotions bubble within me when James mentions prayer requests turning into praise reports. Over the years, I have often thought God forgot my address and lost track of the hairs on my head. Waiting for Him to answer and deliver me out of the battles I've been fighting has been suffocating most of the time. To hear the reminder in this song that everything I went through and am going through will be worth it has me on the brink of falling into uncontrollable sobs.

"Sheesh. Waiting for God to turn things around is… whew, the struggle," Onesti declares as if she has a magnifying glass on my unspoken thoughts.

"You ain't gotta convince me. I've been waiting all my life for my parents to shake the stronghold of drugs. Or for them to at least give me credit for holding them down while they shorten their lives with the mess they inhale daily." A lump forms in my throat, and my stomach twists at speaking my thoughts aloud.

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