Addicted 2 Moni

Oil & Affection

Dewayne POV Continued

< Present Time - 2:19pm >

I lay in bed flipping through Netflix, trying to find something decent to throw on while my baby finishes up in the shower. I finally land on Martin — her favorite show.

When we got back to the office after lunch, my pops had Harmony running all over the place, picking up files, meeting with clients. I could see it in her eyes that she was worn out. So I already got a plan. Soon as she lays that pretty body down, she getting a full-body rub down. I grab the baby oil from the nightstand, setting it next to me.

A moment later, she steps out the bathroom in a pink sports bra and some soft-looking short-shorts, towel-drying her hair. Her skin glowing and fresh, little droplets still clinging to her thighs. She folds the towel and sets it neatly on the dresser.

"Aww, my fav," she grins when she sees Martin on the screen, then crawls onto the bed, laying her head on my chest.

"Mmhm. Turn around, mama. Let daddy rub you down," I murmur, kissing her forehead.

She giggles, lifting up to straddle me for a second before settling down on her stomach. I shift her over to the middle of the bed so her leg's not hanging off the edge. She scoots her ass back a little until it rests right on top of my shit. Then, as if on purpose, she starts rolling her hips.

"Uh uh, quit that. Not tonight," I chuckle.

"Maan, whatever," she mumbles, folding her arms as she focuses on the screen.

I unscrew the cap to the oil and warm it between my palms, then slowly slide my hands up under her shorts to her lower back. Her body melts beneath me.

"Mmm... that feels good, baby," she hums.

"That's all I wanna do, Moni. Make you feel good," I whisper, my dick already hard from the way she just lays there, all relaxed and trusting.

"You always make me feel good," she sighs, and my chest tightens from how real that hits.

Fifteen minutes pass and I'm still kneading her hips, thighs, and lower back. But now... her shorts are damp. Not from the shower either. My hands trail to her cheeks and I notice how the oil and her slick are blending together.

"Fuck," I mutter.

"Baby, lift up a sec," I say. She raises her hips, and I slide a pillow beneath her.

When she drops back down, the view damn near kills me. Her pussy's peeking out the side of those shorts, glistening under the TV glow. I don't move at first. Just watch. I start massaging the cheeks slowly, thumb tracing every curve until I naturally find myself exploring lower.

My fingers glide gently around her lips, not even trying to finger her — just massaging. She moans, low and sweet.

"Wayne," she breathes.

"Shh... I know you tired, baby. Relax," I say.

I gently spread her lips with my thumbs, exposing that perfect little rosebud center. The scent hits me next. Fucking heaven. My tongue dips out before I can stop it, licking away the drip sliding out of her.

Harmony moans again, this time looking up through the mirror across the room.

"I'm just getting a little taste," I grin, my voice low.

She watches me. I press a soft French kiss to her clit, slow and deliberate. She bites her lip, but I sit back like nothing happened and keep massaging.

Two Martin episodes later, and her ass looks like a glazed cinnamon roll. She's fast asleep, lips parted, breath even.

I quietly move the oil back to the nightstand, then slide out from under her, careful not to wake her.

I scoop her up into my arms, and instinctively, she wraps her legs around my waist, resting her face in my neck.

I pull the covers back and lay down with her on top of me, tucking us both in. My hands stay wrapped around her waist.

"I love you, baby," I whisper into her hair. Her only reply is the soft sound of her sleeping breath.

I smile to myself and hold her tighter.