Protection (closed)

“Fuck, baby.” I moan softly as you press your face against my swollen mound for a moment before you help me to lie on the blankets.

Looking up at you, I squirm and nibble on my lower lip. I love the way that you seem to worship my body with your eyes. Holding out my arms to you, I invite you to make yourself at home in my body with a welcoming moan.
 
Your response always seems to heighten my arousal; swiftly removing my slacks and boxers, my hard cock springing free in the air, precum already forming at the head . . . so ready for you. Kneeling between your open thighs . . . the moist pink practically begging for an assault.

Your fingers guide me to the entrance . . my thrust is met by your hips lifting off the ground . .. balls deep in you, both of us moaning at the deep contact . . .
 
Moaning loudly as you press into me and lift my hips from the ground. Having sex with you is always amazing, even more so when you like to explore with me. Lifting my head off the ground, I kiss you passionately, moaning as you start slowly making love to me. No words can express to you how much I love you.
 
We do know how to have fun, don't we, baby? Stroking gently in and out, your hips matching my every stroke. Lifting my body so that the upper side of my shaft makes frim contact with your clit, bring even more moans from you.

Slowing a bit, lowering my body so that the friction on your clit is lessened, we make love passionately, intensely, and with a purpose . . . to please each other.

Tasting your kisses, your tongue exploring my mouth . . .
 
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Looking deep into your eyes, I feel the instant connection that drew us together in the first place. It’s incredible, I think to myself, moaning as you saw your cock across the surface of my throbbing clit. Whimpering as you kiss me deeply, our tongues dueling one another, I feel tears come to my eyes. Love making with you is always so intense and the fact that you try new things with me just makes me love you even more.
 
Trying to hold back, but the intensity of your emotions starts coming thru our love-making; that increases my feelings and soon, I am feeling the beginnings of an orgasm welling up inside . .

"Now, baby . . . cum with me baby . . . "
 
Letting out a loud moan, I cling to your shoulders and cum with you. I have to bite down on your shoulder to keep from crying out any louder as my pussy clenches hard around your cock, drawing you in deeply as I feel the first spurts of your cum bathing my body.
 
I know the signs of your approaching orgasm . . and the teeth biting into my shoulder tells me this is going to be an intense one. Grinding against you as the cum spews from my hard shaft deep in your pussy, the grip of your inner muscles tight . . . damn tight!! . . . your orgasm sends your body into spasms . ..
 
Twitching and moving in your arms, I soon let out a long sigh and relax completely, looking up at you as tears trail down my cheeks. Reaching up, I touch your face gently, pulling you down into a loving kiss as we stroke and pet one another in the afterglow of our orgasms.
 
I learned a long time ago with you that your tears when me make love are a good thing. Feeling your fingers on my face, followed by your warm embrace and passionate kiss . . it doesn't get any better than this.

Rolling onto the blanket beside your, I caress your pregnant belly . . . then leaning over and planting a soft kiss on your belly button . . . a new life we are bringing into this crazy world . . . what a trip this has turned out to be since I first came over to your house to provide a security detail.
 
Running my fingers through your hair as you lean down and kiss my belly, I smile at the thoughts that must be running through your head. “You make me so happy, Alan.”

“I almost can’t believe that a guy like you could ever want someone like me.” I say softly, looking into your eyes as I make that statement. “You’re a good man and I know I’ve had my problems in the past.”
 
"Baby, we all bring some things from our past . . . and that's where they should stay, in the past."

Feeling a bit of a shiver under my lips, "Maybe we should get dressed so we can grab some lunch before picking up Miss Molly."
 
“I guess you’re right.” I say, sitting up and kissing you one last time before I stand and start to dress. Once that’s finished, I bend down and pick up the blanket, folding it and placing it back into the car.

“I’m in the mood for some Italian.” I say with a sweet smile, knowing that you can never say no to anything I request…a little like Miss Molly.
 
"Whatever you have a taste for, love; I have a feeling that before too long, that little person growing in your belly is going to tell you what you can or cannot eat."

Once we are back in the car, I slide my hand up and down your inner thigh . . . leaning over and whispering, "Have I ever told you that your are a great fuck?" Love seeing the blush come to your cheeks when I tease you with something like that.
 
Blushing, I lean over and kiss your cheek. “I’m only a great fuck because of you, babe.” Smiling, I place my hand over yours and give it a squeeze as you pull out of the secluded spot and start off towards a restaurant.
 
"Well, all I know is, we need to keep practicing and see if we can get any better." Driving back into town to a little Italian place that I used to frequent during my days as a cop. Greeted warmly by the owner and shown to a nice table by the window . . . able to watch all the people walking by as we enjoy our lunch.

After lunch, we pick up Miss Molly from her day care school . . . I'm sure every teacher and kid at the school knows by now that she is going to be a big sister; and she fills us in on the details on the way home. As much as you try to pay attention, I can see you nodding a bit before we get home.

"OK, Molly, you need to come downstairs with me and let Mommy take a nap."
 
Kissing you both, I soon grab a blanket and settle down on the couch for a well deserved nap. Molly follows you dutifully downstairs, but she’s soon restless. She tries to watch TV with you, but she’s soon bouncing around, begging to go outside.

“Can we go play in my playhouse? Please?” She asks, pulling on your hand as she tries to get you to agree.
 
"Sure, let me get a cup of coffee first, then we can go outside." Once we get to the back yard, I see Sarah outside with her girls; waving to them, they all walk across the street to our back yard. The girls are soon busy playing as Sarah and I talk for a few minutes.

"Why don't you leave the girls here to play for a while? Michaela is taking a nap inside . . . and I'm sure you could use some peace and quiet yourself. I'll bring the girls back home in an hour or so."

Sarah gives me a hug . . . more than just a neighborly hug . . . the kind that we can share because of the times we have spent with her and Tom. A quick kiss on the cheek from her and she heads home to enjoy a quiet house for a little while . . . "I owe you one, Alan," she says before leaving. "No, not at all; the only thing you owe me is some more fun time for the four of us," which brings a bit of a blush to her cheeks. As she turns to leave, and the girls are busy, I pat her on the butt . . . "Have a nice nap, Sarah."
 
Molly and the girls play in the play house for most of the hour, roping you into a pretend tea party along the way. By the time you’re finished, I’m standing on the porch with a beer in one hand, smiling at you. Kissing your cheek as you come closer and holding your hand as we both sink down into the chairs on the porch.

“I figured you’ve drank enough pretend tea this afternoon.” I tease, squeezing your hand tightly as my other hand rests lightly on my belly.
 
"Sounds good to me . . . do you want to walk the girls back across the street, or shall I? It's about the time that I told Sarah we would bring them back."

Calling the girls up to where we are sitting, "OK, time to go back home. I told your Mom I would bring you back home in an hour."
 
“I’ll walk them home.” I say, kissing your cheek as I take the girls and Molly across the street and deliver them safely to Sarah. Sarah thanks me and soon is ushering the girls back inside and I take Molly’s hand to lead her back across the street.

“How about we get on the computer and start looking at some things for the baby’s room?” I ask her and of course she’s super excited, announcing to you as soon as we enter the house just what we’re doing.
 
As you head down to the office and computer with large monitor, I settle into the couch in the living room and flip on ESPN, my form of reality TV. Only a few minutes before the cool air from being outside and the exercise from this noon with you . . . and I doze off myself for a bit; not even the excitement of Molly's voice from the basement can keep me awake.
 
Molly sits in my lap, excitedly letting her opinion be known about what she wants for the nursery. Of course, I have the final say, but it’s good to hear her opinions as well. Letting her pick out a few things, I remind her that we’ll have to wait until we hear if the baby is a boy or a girl to make the final big decisions.

About the time that we’re finishing, my cell phone goes off and it’s Alex, asking if they can come to dinner. Seems like they have a few things to talk about as far as their wedding planning goes. Agreeing, I soon leave Molly down in the basement to watch a movie as I head upstairs to start dinner for everyone.
 
Hearing that Alex and Becky are coming for dinner sounds like fun; but I'm sure you will need some help in the kitchen. Checking with you first to see if I need to run out for anything.

Making my list, I tell you that I will take Molly to cut down on your interruptions in the kitchen.

Can't leave without a quick kiss and butt grab . . . that will keep me going until I get home!!
 
Grinning as I give you a kiss and allow you to sneak a quick feel before you head off to the store, Molly in tow. The chatterbox as always, she talks nonstop about the things that she saw for the baby that she wishes we would get. It seems that she’s excited for the baby to get here.

By the time you get home, I’ve already got lasagna in the oven and I’m working on the sides that will go with it. It’s not too long after that when the doorbell rings and Alex and Becky are accosted by Molly.

“Molly, let them come in and get settled.” I say, wiping my hands on my apron as I kiss Alex’s cheek and hug Becky tightly.
 
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