** ORAL SEX **
YN'S POV
Stressed and exhausted.
Was the best way to describe how my baby felt.
He's been so stressed lately with figuring out what team he's going to and at the same time stressing about the moves and trying to sign deals with his past team endorsers.
I just hate seeing him like this, i mean i know he's working and I got that three " baby I can't spoil you with no money " ago. But i keep trying to convince him that the man of the house should not look like that especially if he has a wife, and if that wife is me.
He sighs opening the door, walks over to me behind the kitchen island and places his big hands on my hips, laying a few kisses trailing down my neck to my shoulders and i giggle at the feeling of his beard on my skin.
" Hi mama " he greets pulling my hair up into a pony tail as he saw me struggle to get my hair off my shoulders earlier when he walked in " Hi papa " i turn around wrapping my arms around his neck intertwining my fingers as i place a kiss on the forehead of his bowed head.
He pulls me in for a hug, nuzzling his face in my neck and i brush his head as he releases an exhausted sigh that even I felt. We stand like that for three minutes until he pulls apart kissing my forehead and hanging himself over the couch.
I switch off the stove and walk over to him with a single malt whiskey on the ice with a halfly squeeze lemon slice floating in the fluid, i hand him the glass and bend down , i take off his shoes along with his shirt.
I walk behind him trailing my hands up his arms that are spread along the sofa head from the back and kiss his neck as he takes a sip of his drink, i start massaging his evidently tense shoulders.
" how was your day " I sneakishly ask and he chuckles with his eyes closed enjoying the massage " we ain't finna do that " he says placing his empty glass on the table and falls back, back into my hands as they continue massaging his broad sexy shoulders trailing to his arms here and there.
" do what " I innocently ask massaging his ears " you ask how my day was and when i tell you, you start going off on a nigga on how hard he's working " he admits.
That is a thing i would do.
" that's because you are working yourself to the brim " I say " see don't start okay, I'm tired and I'd just like to relax " he says as i walk over in front of him sitting on the class coffee table in front of him.
" then okay, if you want to relax we'll relax " i walk over to the kitchen, dishing up for both of us, after we got finished I washed the dishes and grabbed his hand leading him upstairs.
Making sure to sway my hips because i know he's most likely staring at my ass.
And a smack to my bum conformed it, I giggle leading him to our bedroom and I push him gently onto the bed bench and he rests his forearms on the bed. I walk over to the nightstand grabbing one of his ready-made blunts and a lighter.
I kneel in front of him handing him the blunt and i place the flaming lighter close to the blunt in his mouth and he inhales lighting up the blunt as smoke sweeps out his nose.
There's something so sexy about watching him smoke.
It turns me on.
I stand up watching as he smokes on his blunt and start stripping out my clothes. " what are you doing" he smirkishly asks and i innocently bat my eyes at him " catering to my man " I say unbuttoning my shorts " turn around and slowly take them off " he takes one more puff of his blunt as i turn around.
