Page 54 of Impacted by Love

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After laying Onesti on the bed, I lightly stroke her cheekbone and lips, taking my thumb and rubbing it over the bridge of her nose, tweaking it before leaning down and sucking Onesti's lips into my mouth. The action causes her to moan. Gazing into her eyes, I undress her, and her nipples harden into pebbles once I unclip the red bra she's wearing. Taking one of her breasts into my hand, I pull it to meet my mouth and suck it like it contains my next meal.

Pushing me backward, she starts removing my clothing. She pulls my underwear off with her teeth before taking my dick into her mouth, moaning lightly. Licking all around my shaft with her tongue, she takes my balls in her mouth, sucking gently. The action causes me to shudder.

"Fuck! We got all night, sweet baby. Come here and sit on my face."

Straddling my face, Onesti holds onto the headboard as I lick her front to back, sucking her clit into my mouth.

"Oooh, baby, just like that," she purrs.

I feast on Onesti's clit, enjoying the juices oozing out of her. "Damn, you taste good."

"I need you inside of me," she pants, trying to hold off her orgasm while attempting to move off my face, but I suck her pearl harder, causing her to explode. "Shiiitttt!" Onesti screams.

"Mm," I groan, licking my lips, lifting her up and placing her on my throbbing dick.

Onesti grimaces while adjusting to the feeling of me slowly moving inside of her. My tongue licking and sucking inside of her minutes before made her walls slick. A few minutes into stroking, I pick up my pace, and Onesti meets me stroke for stroke. As I stroke up, Onesti thrusts down, creating a synced rhythm. Taking hold of my hands, Onesti clasps them together, riding me harder.

"Shit!" I cry, feeling Onesti's walls tighten around my dick, and the tingling in my toes runs up my legs like a marathon runner.

The way Onesti's gushy honeypot is snapping and gripping my dick like new money has me giving her a bear hug when my legs shake uncontrollably.

"Yesss!" Onesti cries when our releases happen simultaneously.

Maybe today is the day to seal the deal and secure my future.

How can you propose without a ring?

The blaring reality of my predicament echoes in my mind on the heels of what feels right at this moment.

Ring or no ring, securing my future will be the perfect way to conclude this trip.

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I feel like I'm in a tale of two scenarios as my brain flows in and out of what's currently happening. Mama and Pop Layton, along with the senior Jeffries, Onesti, and I, are having dinner, making it slightly rude for me to be so unfocused. Yet, I'm sitting here feeling like an impostor intermingling with the couple who have no blood connection to me with Onesti's parents. Oddly, I have been sitting here daydreaming about an impossible possibility where Mom and Dad are teasing me about the goofy grin I was wearing upon entering the restaurant while holding Onesti's hand.

What's worse is the vivid image of Mom wearing an elegant V-neck army green jumpsuit with cape sleeves. A silver belt surrounds her waist and complements her outfit and the open-toe heels on her dainty feet. Dad is wearing a tan two-piece linen getup that fits him like it was custom-made to fit his body. A pair of tan loafers are on his feet, and I smile at how dapper he looks. My heart rate and pulse begin to elevate, spots dance in front of my eyes, and my breaths start to shorten when my mind transitions to Mom and Dad lying lifeless in two borrowed caskets. Before a gasp can escape my mouth, I feel a warm hand lovingly rubbing my hand.

Onesti.

My eyes blink rapidly, coming out of the fog I unconsciously let myself fall into, and I look over to see the vivid yet assessing gaze of the love of my life. Pasting a weak smile on my lips, I lift her hand to my mouth and gently kiss it. My lips linger momentarily, and my eyes flutter to a close in appreciation of God's provision in my life.

God, thank you for knowing what I needed even when I wasn't conscious of it.

"So, will this be a short or long engagement?" Mrs. Lachelle asks when I open my eyes after my brief offer of thanks to the Most High.

"Whenever she's ready," I exclaim with intense pleasure when the memory of my proposing to Onesti replaces my lingering melancholy.

Follow your heart and trust that everything else will work itself out. You got this.

Fifteen minutes later, I carry a tray back to the bedroom. An omelet with bacon, spinach, mushrooms, and cheese, in addition to sliced pineapples, strawberries, toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Rise and shine, my sleeping beauty," I declare, leaning down to kiss her lips after placing the tray at the end of the bed.

"Aw, Asaiah. Thank you! You didn't have to do this," Onesti utters, noting the tray of food.

"My pleasure, sweet baby," I reply, positioning the tray in front of her, and my heart rate increases when her eyes bounce from the note card to me.

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