Addicted 2 Moni

Mile High Feelings

Dewayne Pov

"Waaaayne," Moni moans out, her voice breathy and weak as she locks eyes with me. I gently loosen her seatbelt, careful not to break the moment, then guide her left leg up, propping her foot onto the shared armrest between us.

"That's it... just focus on me," I murmur, sliding my middle finger inside her with a deep thrust.

"Ah!" she cries, head thrown back against the leather seat, her thighs quivering around my hand.

Right as I get into a rhythm, the jet begins to lift. The sudden shift tilts us back and I feel her body stiffen in panic. Her chest drops and her breathing goes ragged.

"Fuck," she whimpers, eyes welling up as she grips the seat.

I double down, curling my finger and pressing my palm into her lower abdomen with gentle but firm pressure, right where I know that spot lives. I've studied her, memorized her reactions.

Her legs tremble. Her hips jerk forward.

"OOOOOH MY GOD!" she screams, her voice echoing softly off the plush walls. Her body pulses in release, and I watch her melt into the seat.

I keep stroking her slow, easing her down from her high.

Her breathing settles. I slide my finger out, dripping with her sweetness, and bring it to my mouth.

"How you feelin' now?" I ask, licking my lips.

Moni just leans over, kissing me deep and slow. Her lips taste like her. Like victory.

"I feel amazing," she whispers, her smile glowing like sunlight breaking through clouds.

I pull the window shade up. She leans over, watching the clouds drift like waves of cotton candy.

The seatbelt chime sounds. I unbuckle us.

"Come on, let's go get settled in the bedroom," I say, standing up and helping her to her feet.

"Wait... there's a bedroom?" she blinks.

I smirk.

"You really thought we were flying like regular people?" I take her hand, leading her down the plush aisle toward the private suite in the back of the jet.

"Go ahead, Moni," I whisper against her ear as we reach the door.

She pushes it open, stepping into a sleek, luxury bedroom wrapped in soft cream tones, satin bedding, and moody recessed lighting.

"Mmmm... this is beautiful, baby," she grins, bouncing onto the bed.

"I'm glad you approve," I say, kneeling down to pull her sneakers off.

"This bed makes me wanna sleep again," she says, half-laughing as she snuggles into the sheets.

"Then sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up," I strip off my shirt and lay beside her, our bodies sinking into the mattress.

She hums.

"I love you," I whisper, placing a kiss behind her ear.

She doesn't answer—too far gone—but I hear the softest sigh in her breath as she drifts.

It's been over an hour. Moni's knocked the hell out, her breathing light, that leg of hers hiked over mine. Her sleep is deep, real. She's been tired for weeks and I know work's been getting to her more than she admits.

Most people snap when they're stressed. Harmony? She sleeps. Or shuts down. Never lashes out. I respect that. It says a lot about her strength. Her heart.

She's the most loving woman I've ever known... aside from my moms. And truthfully? Moms would've loved her. Hell, she would've been proud I finally found someone who makes me act right.

I look over at her peaceful face. I'm really tryna put a baby in her ass. No lie. I'm in her guts so often I'm starting to think the condom fairy's slacking on purpose.

Boy or girl, I don't even care. As long as it's hers. Ours.

I press a button near the headboard and watch the ceiling open up, revealing a sleek flat-screen. Another tap and a wall panel slides open, revealing a stash of premium loud and a rolling tray.

I prep two fat blunts, SpongeBob playing in the background. I'm halfway through rolling when Moni shifts beside me.

She nuzzles against my chest, voice sleepy. "Hmm... you smoking without me?"

"Of course not, baby. I was just about to wake you up," I lie with a smirk.

She grins, stretching that fine ass across my lap, straddling me with her thighs.

I pass her the first blunt. She takes a slow hit, her lashes fluttering. I light mine, watching her pupils glaze over with each exhale.

"This shit hittin'," she grins.

"Yeah, I know. Only roll the purist." I chuckle.

She's gorgeous. I take a hit, then ash the blunt, letting my hands drift down to her thighs. Her body is like home.

"Them sexy ass green eyes," I murmur, caressing her softly.

"Mmm. You like my eyes?" she teases.

"I love 'em. Same way I love them lips," I kiss her bottom one, slow and sweet.

We fall into another kiss, one of those deep ones that makes your chest ache and your dick jump. Her tongue finds mine. My hand finds her ass.

"Oooh, you talkin' about this ass right here?" she giggles, grinding it slow.

"Mhm. The way it drips... grips... got a hold on me." I groan, smacking it loud.

"Ugh, you so nasty." She laughs, laying her head against my chest again.

"You love my nasty ass."

"Yeah... you right." She settles, our high hitting both of us like a weighted blanket.

We watch a few episodes, just vibing, until I hear her stomach rumble.

"Baby, you hungry?"

"Nooo... I'm alright," she lies.

"Final answer?"

"Okay, maybe just a little..." she pouts.

"Thought so." I smirk, pressing a button above the bed. The headboard splits and opens, revealing shelves stacked with her favorite snacks.

She gasps. "Oooh shit! Baby, you got dill pickles!"

She climbs over me to grab one, tearing into it with joy. Her eyes light up as she munches and watches SpongeBob like a big-ass kid.

My big-ass kid.

"Why you starin' at me like that?" she blushes.

"Just lookin' at my girl."

She finishes the pickle and curls up beside me. "Thank you, baby."

"Always, mama."

We lay there for a while. Danny Phantom comes on. She knocks out again.

I laugh quietly to myself, brushing a curl out of her face.

Sleeping's her new favorite thing to do... besides me.