18. Asaiah
"This might be an inappropriate conversation to be having with a man of your stature, but I value your opinion."
"Believe me, it's probably not the worst conversation I've had. What's on your mind?" Pastor Reece asks.
"As a single man, how do you maneuver through the urgings of your flesh? For the first time ever, I'm in a place to slip into my woman's nirvana every time I'm in her presence. How do you do it, man?"
Pastor Reece and I are in his office after Sunday service, and I shouldn't be discussing this topic with him after he's fresh off a powerful Word of God. However, the memory of Onesti's satisfied face from last night had me fighting an erection during the entire service. A chuckle escapes Pastor Reece's mouth, which raises my brows in question.
"What makes you believe I'm single?"
My eyes balloon, and I lean forward, staring at the man responsible for governing my soul. I have never seen Pastor Reece with a woman or heard rumors about him.
"Hold up, you're hiding a woman, Pastor?"
"Private doesn't equate to hidden. I'm strategic in how I move so God's word will never be tainted by other's blasphemy regarding my life."
My mouth opens and closes while I process the words Pastor Reece hasn't spoken. I begin scrolling my mental Rolodex of the possible candidates Pastor Reece could be engaging with.
"Who is she?"
"To answer your question, I have to pray without ceasing lest I fall into divers temptations where my beloved is concerned. If you're struggling in that area, my advice is to do your best to stay out of situations that could cause you to fall. If that doesn't work and you feel like she's who God has graced for you… marry her and remove Satan's hold on your life."
"Are you gonna marry your lady?" A sneaky grin accompanies my question as an urge to dive deeper into my pastor's personal life takes root within me.
"I guess you're gonna have to wait and see. Now, how are things going? I know we've been touching base about the situation with your parents, but I have a question for you."
Oh goodness. Tingling sprouts in my chest, and I run my hand across my chin before giving Pastor Reece a subtle nod.
"Breathe, Brother Harrison. I'm just wondering if you would be open to seeing a professional."
A burst of air escapes my mouth when the last word is spoken because the inquiry isn't as bad as I had been expecting.
"Honestly, I haven't. Why do you ask?"
"I have someone I'd like you to meet with. She's great at what she does and?—"
"Aw, man. Don't tell me you want me to talk to your lady so you can win some brownie points with her," I say, cutting Pastor Reece off and sitting back in my chair, crossing my right leg over my left.
"Even if it weren't incestuous, I wouldn't use you for bait or brownie points. Trust me, I'm very capable of handling my woman without scheming to give me any advantages with her."
"Oh, you're big Lorenzo, not the little one, huh?" I ask, smirking.
"You better know it," Pastor Reece confirms, letting his spiritual crown momentarily slip.
"I see you, man. Alright, for you, I'll consider meeting with your people."
While I have been dealing with the issues my parents have subjected me to, it can't hurt to have someone else to discuss my mess with. Bonus points for the person being a licensed professional with a personal connection to Pastor Reece.
"Perfect. Here's her card. Let her know I referred you, and if there ever comes a point where you need me during a session, I'm always a call away."
Uncrossing my leg, I lean forward and take the business card from Pastor Reece before reading the woman's name.
Dr. Letitia Baxter, LPC, LPC-S, LCSW, LMFT
380-517-3994
Dang, this woman has a lot of initials behind her name.
* * *
"Fuck!" I groan.
The grip Onesti has on my dick has pre-cum beginning to ooze, and my brain is on the brink of combusting. In a millisecond, Onesti lowers and sucks my dick into her warm mouth. My hands search for something to hold on to before resting on her head. The moisture gathering in Onesti's mouth has a gasp escaping my mouth from the dizzying feeling her ministrations are causing. In all the times I've had sex, I have yet to experience such a gratifying and pleasurable experience from receiving head. Removing my dick from her warm mouth, Onesti licks my hard mushroom head like a blow pop, purring with every swipe of her tongue.
"Just like that," I groan, as she eases my dick in and out of her wet mouth.
The wetness of her tongue while taking measured swipes up and down my shaft has me ready to propose right here and now.
I had plans to give Onesti a massage to show my appreciation for her unwavering support, concern, and love for me, yet my sweet baby clearly had a different plan for tonight because she pounced on me the minute I walked through her front door.
"Sshhiitt." The more she bobs her head in my lap, Onesti's wet mouth has me sounding like a wounded animal.
Sensations and tingling in my toes make it imperative for me to stop this to prevent myself from releasing in her mouth.
"H-on-fuck-Onesti," I stutter while using my hands to remove her mouth from my protesting shaft.
"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."
* * *
"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.
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."