15. Onesti
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.
"Welcome back." Leaning down, Asaiah pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking softly and pushing me into an orgasm I hadn't seen coming. "Damn, I didn't know your mouth and nectar would equally taste so sweet. Thank you for this opportunity, sweet baby."
"Ohh," I moan while my legs shake uncontrollably as Asaiah's thrusts pick up automatically, lengthening my release.
Damn. I have never cum from something like this. Either I'm long overdue for a release, or Asaiah has the dick powers my pussy needs.
* * *
"Let me help you with that," Asaiah offers as I lather my washcloth a few minutes after showering.
"Okay."
Taking the cloth, Asaiah starts cleaning me from head to toe. I have never had a man wash me before, and I'm not sure that I know what to expect, but it isn't what this man is doing with me. I mean, who makes bath time so sexy? Asaiah, that's who. He glides the washcloth over my breasts sensually. Then he tweaks the other one, causing it to pebble before he rubs it with the cloth. When his legs part mine, and he slowly walks the fabric down my body, I think I'm gonna die. I suck in air when he gets to my nether region and gently caresses me with the cloth. I'm pretty sure the liquid pooling isn't solely from the water streaming. "Asaiah…" I whimper.
"I think I need to rinse you off." He huskily groans as he grabs the showerhead and aims it at my pussy.
Feeling the water hit me as I watch the look of pure lust in his eyes, I whimper. "Baby. Please."
"Shhhhh. I got you," he says, backing me into the shower wall and lifting me as my legs wrap around his torso. He grazes his dick back and forth across my outer lips, providing just enough friction.
"Oh God," I cry after a few passes across my clit. It's embarrassing, but I can't help it… I cum against the silky tip after several more passes.
Damn, the man made me climax before I even knew what was happening. I think I also squirted a little too.
Kissing me softly, he holds me up. "I thought you might need something to get you through the night. Let's finish up so we can get to bed."
We quickly clean up, and Asaiah provides a shirt for me to sleep in before we tumble into bed. Sleep found me seconds after my head hit the pillow.
* * *
"From the radiance shining through your features, I don't have to ask if you and your man have obliterated the biblical teachings you've grown up practicing," Necia teases, smirking.
"Okay," Jarielle co-signs while giving Necia a high-five before continuing her spiel. "Looks like our sanctified bestie has re-discovered how the unholy continue populating Hell."
Necia, Jarielle, and I are having lunch at Nightingales on a busy Saturday, where nearly every table is occupied. Needing to catch up with my girls and craving some shrimp and grits, I sent a message requesting Jarielle and Necia's presence. I should have known they would notice the clear and bright beam reflecting from my face because I have been unable to contain my merriment.
"His name is Asaiah," I provide with a goofy grin, causing Jarielle to snicker.
"Hm. Well, I also need to know if Asaiah fucks on the up or downbeat of your pussy's drum or does he need a few more tries to figure it out." Necia's right brow raises, and her pointer finger rests on her chin, causing me to fight the smirk begging for entrance on my lips.
Up, down, in and out… Asaiah has zero problem with beating the lining outta me and my drum. Shid, I need to start calling him Little Drummer Boy.
The sensual thoughts in my mind have me feeling giddy and jovial, causing me to increase our banter, providing confirmation without directly uttering the words.
"Come, they told me," I declare in a singsong voice, and Jarielle immediately catches on.
"Well… pa rum pum, pum, pum," Jarielle sings before Necia adds on.
"Oh shit! You better honor him, pa rum pum, pum, pum," Necia says before the three of us laugh hysterically, bringing attention to our table.
"On another note, the glow looks amazing on you, bestie. So, how are you feeling about this thing? I know you haven't been here since Roy, but tell us how you're fairing with this man?" Jarielle asks.
My mind flashes to the conversation between Asaiah and me the day after we had sex, invoking a smile.
"Good morning, Asaiah," I say when the call connects.
"It is now. How's my sweet baby?"
A blush fills my face with heat, and warmth surges throughout my body at hearing the sexy and firm delivery of Asaiah's pet name.
"I'm okay. Feeling a little guilty about tempting us into falling short of God's goodness, though," I bashfully utter.
My conscience has been tormenting me since arriving to work about showing up at Asaiah's house and falling into bed with him.
"No need. We all fall short of God's mercy. I don't regret anything. However, I need to fix something I've neglected."
"What?" I whisper, looking around the empty office I'm occupying.
"You're not random, and neither is what's between us. Therefore, I need to know if you will be my woman. I want to pursue something significant and long-term with you. Are you up for being mine, sweet baby?"
"What's the dazed and silly expression about, Onesti?" Necia's question snaps me out of the memory and back to the present conversation.
"We're official," I dreamily announce before something tugs at my senses, causing my eyes to roam around the room.
Asaiah?
My brows wrinkle, and the smile previously taking up residence on my lips falls at the sight of Asaiah and a mystery woman being led to a table not far from ours. A frown forms upon seeing Asaiah standing behind one of the available chairs before pushing it closer to the table once the woman sits down.
What the hell? Who is that bitch?
My conscience screams with a sister-girl flare, sounding like ole girl from Friday after Felicia approached her car. When Asaiah sits while displaying a beaming smile, my frown deepens, and my mood sours.
"Ut-unh. What's causing your face to grimace like this?" Jarielle questions, forcing me to disconnect my gaze from Asaiah.
Pain pinches my chest, and my lip trembles while my leg bounces under the table as I attempt to keep it together in front of my girls.
Fake it till you make it, girl. You can't draw attention to Asaiah after damn near singing his praises. Fix your face and be cool.
"Girl, an image of a man with a hickey on his manhood I saw at work this week has picked the wrong time to invade my thoughts. My bad. What were we talking about?"
It takes Herculean strength to keep my eyes from returning to Asaiah and the woman who looks nothing like me. The woman is fair-skinned with big, curly black hair that has bangs. She's smaller than I am, but it doesn't take away from her beauty. The short maroon dress covering her body contours her shape without apology. However, it's shorter than anything I would wear, stopping at the top of her thighs, and a black belt rests around her slim waist. The thigh-high boots on her feet highlight her exposed thighs, making me wish I had a blanket to wrap around her body to hide from Asaiah's eyes.
Oh, you saw a lot for someone pretending to see nothing.
Sadly, I had memorized the woman's appearance, much to my chagrin. Jarielle and Necia's voices fade into the background, and I lift my fork, deciding to drown my sorrows in my meal's buttery, savory yet cheesy goodness. Not even five minutes into my unknown forkful, a tingle hits my core, inciting a need to visit the restroom. Sighing, I place my fork down before addressing the table.
"I'll be back. My bladder is rudely interrupting my food-gasm." Pushing back from the table, I prepare to walk away when my eyes return to the man who's supposed to be mine and mine alone.
Don't go over there acting out of character, Onesti Michelle Jeffries.
Tuh. Go flip the table over and show that ninja why playing in your face isn't safe. Who does he think he's playing with?
Don't do it, Onesti. Don't do it. It ain't worth it. I promise you, it ain't worth it.
The internal battle of my inner thoughts increases my heart rate, and I fight the laughter in the pit of my stomach when a rocking, emotional Oprah's voice sounds off. Subconsciously, my steps lead toward Asaiah's table with my heart pounding in my chest, the closer I get to reaching him. Staring intently at Asaiah, my heart stammers when his eyes connect with mine when I'm a hair's throw away. Plastering a smile that doesn't reach my eyes, I nod subtly and continue toward the bathroom.