Protection (closed)

“I suppose.” I say, shivering as you hold me close. “Although, it’s going to be awful hard to keep my hands off you.”

Once last kiss and I get redressed. Helping you in the basement is hard work and soon I’m sitting on a bench, catching my breath as I watch you mud and tape the walls.

“So, I hope you weren’t too upset that I suggested going to Disneyland with Molly. I thought with all the changes taking place in her life, it would be nice to give her something to look forward to.” I say, watching as you work.
 
"No, babe, I'm not upset at all; she needs to feel that she has some things to look forward to." Finishing up the wall on the family room side, I think it will be a good idea to put some insulation between the family room and office area. "How about you go with me to pick up Molly and we can stop by Home Depot on the way home and pick up some rolls of insulation?"

"Don't know about you, but I need to change before I go anywhere; this is a messy job putting up drywall. It needs to dry for at least a day before we can start painting; and I'm sure Miss Molly is going to want to help paint."
 
“Well, when we book our cruise, maybe we can book a family stay at Disneyland. See if Alex and Maria would like to come too.” I say with a smile as you mention picking up Molly and stopping at Home Depot.

“Yeah, those pants have a big old stain on one leg.” I say as I stand up and move to kiss you. Wrapping my arms around your waist, I sigh and look up at you with a large grin.

“Were you serious about me stopping the birth control on the cruise? You really want to have a baby with me?” I ask, making absolutely certain that we are on the same page before I do something drastic.
 
"Baby, I don't kid about serious things like that. Yes, I want to have a baby with you. And making a family vacation to Disney with Alex and Maria sounds like fun. I'll talk to them and see if we can work that out."

Looking at you with a smile on my face, "That's not a stain; most guys would look at that as a badge of honor, that they'vs still got what it takes to make a woman hot and horny."
 
“You always make me hot and horny, babe.” I say, kissing you as I lead you up the stairs, giggling as you reach up and cup my ass. “If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, we’ll be late picking up Molly. You had your way with my ass last night. Didn’t you get enough?”
 
"Never get enough, always leave me wanting more." Running on up to the bedroom for a quick change before grabbing my keys as we head out the door to pick up the Princess and make a stop at HD.

Picking up enough insulation for the interior wall, more as a sound barrier than anything; Molly seems to chatter constantly until we get home. Running up to change into her jeans and work sweatshirt, she hurries back down to help - by holding the stapler until I get the insulation unrolled and cut.

The smell of soup from the kitchen floats down the stairs just as we are finishing the insulation. Should be albe to drywall the other side tomorrow.
 
“Mommy, I helped Alan!” Molly announces as she bounds up the stairs as I call everyone to dinner. Kissing her cheek, I smile and help her wash her hands. “I did a really good job. He said so.”

“Well, I’m sure that he’s happy to have a good little helper like you.” Seated with a bowl of beef stew in front of her, she seems to be over the moon and I look at you with a grin and murmur a thank you for making my little girl so happy.

After dinner, we get her into bed and I end up downstairs, relaxing with a glass of wine and my feet in your lap, getting a nice massage. “Thank you, baby. That feels good. Someone wore me out last night.” I say with a smile, moaning softly as you press a point on my foot that makes me squirm.
 
"Got some help from both of my girls today, although one of them seems easily distracted," smiling at you.

Caressing, as well as massaging, your feet, "I should be able to get the drywall on the other side of the wall tomorrow. I have to work the next day, and then we should be ready to start painting the walls. Carpeting next week, and then we can think about turning the rooms into and office and a femily room.

Seem to have found a spot on the bottom of your foot that causes you to squirm . .. have to remember that.
 
I sigh as you loosen my tension, my toes wiggling as you keep hitting that spot again and again. “I was thinking about going shopping for some new clothes tomorrow. I need to get a new swimsuit for the cruise and then we have lunch at Molly’s school.”

I moan again as you hit that spot, squirming yet again.
 
"I forgot about Molly's school lunch tomorrow; that's what happens when you get old." Smiling at you as I 'accidentally' find that spot again on the bottom of your foot; guess there is something to that idea that nerves in the bottom of your feet all affect an area of your body, and I just found the "squirming nerve".

"Shopping for a swimsuit? Now that I can probably get into!"
 
“Oh, you want to go shopping with me? It’ll be pretty boring. Just me trying on different swimsuits. Maybe a couple of pieces of lingerie.” I tease you, giggling at the look that you give me.
 
"I'm quite sure that you can make it interesting if you want to. You would probably do anything to get me hard and then parade me around the store for all the other ladies to laugh at my condition, and jealous because you are the one who gets to solve the problem."

"I was looking on lne for cruises and I found a couple that have one swiming pool that is 'clothing optional'; and another that docks for a day on an island that has some 'clothing optional' beaches. How daring do you want to get after you are married?"

Rubbing back over those same spots on your feet; damn, it's fun making you squirm like this.
 
I moan softly, trying to keep myself under control as you rub my feet. My fingers flex in the cushions of the sofa, my hips already starting to squirm as you mention clothing optional beaches and pools.

“I think as long as you’re with me, I can do anything.” I moan again as you press that spot on my foot one more time. “I do have plans to fuck you on every surface in our cabin, including the balcony.”
 
"We probably won't be the only ones, babe . . . I'm sure if there are enough newlyweds on the cruise, all that fucking may start rocking the ship."

Keeping up the pressure on your feet as you talk about the honeymoon . . . "I'll try to finalize the cruise arrangements tomorrow; then we can work on the Disney World trip for Molly and possibly Alex & Maria."

Watching you squirm on the other end of the couch . . . "How late you staying up tonight, babe? Busy day romorrow . . . Molly's school lunch and finishing the drywall."
 
I’m squirming almost nonstop at this point, panting and gasping as you keep up the pressure on my feet. My thighs part under your gaze as you watch me, my hips rising and falling under the view as my body tells you in unconscious ways that I want you now.

“Well, I wouldn’t be up late if someone would take care of business now.” I say, whimpering in need as you press harder on my foot.
 
Reaching over and unuttoning your jeans and sliding them down as you lift your butt off the couch; my fingers creep up your thigh and tease around your pussy, still covered by your panties, but very wet. One finger slides under the edge of your panties and immediately probes your wet entrance, grazing you clit as you inhale deeply.

Content to sit here right now and play with your clit and dripping pussy . . . my other hand still pressing against you foot and the nerve that runs right up your sexual core.
 
I lay there and sigh as your tease my pussy with your fingers. The moment you graze across my clit, I suck in a deep breath and slowly let it out, trembling as you massage my feet and massage my pussy.

“God, baby, you’re making me crazy.” I say in a hot moan.
 
Smiling at you, my finger continues its slow fucking motion in and our of your pussy; god, it's fun to watch your face when you are aroused. I know that you are totally aroused, your pussy is so slick, yet each with movement in and out, by my finger, your muscles grip and release with the same intensity of our love-making.

I have no intention of easing up on my attack on your sex . . . waiting until that moment when you cllinch your thighs on my wrist to keep me from moving in and out . . . starting circular motions with my finger around your clit . . .
 
I gasp as you continue fingering my pussy in such an erotic way, my body trembling as I clamp my thighs down on your wrist. Another moan escapes my lips as you start to tease my clit, a hot sob leaving my lips as I buck and writhe on the couch, my hips rising and falling as if begging for more.
 
Increasing the pressure on your clit, my eyes locked on yours, whispering "I love you".

My thumb makes circular motions around the nerve endings in your foot, I have never seen the look of erotic pleasure in your face like I am seeing now. I love finding new ways to stimulate you sexually, know that it also draws us closer together emotionally.

"Whenever you are ready, baby."
 
I whimper as you whisper you love for me and you continue to make circular motions on my foot as you tease my clit. My hips buck a few more times before I feel my body give up the fight to keep the my orgasm contained.

“Alan I’m cumming.” I say in a quick rush, my hips bucking straight off the couch as I cum with a loud whine.
 
My hand was already soaked with your juices, but when your orgasm released, a flood of nectar filled the palm of my hand. Your entire body stiffened with a jolt, your head rolled back on the couch as your eyes clenched shut; god, I love having my hands on you when you cum, I can feel every tremor thru-out your body.

Once your legs finally relax and drop to my lap, I take my hand from between your thighs and lick every drop of you from my palm and fingers.
 
I sigh, panting for breath as you lick the juices from your palm and fingers. Watching you intently, I give you a small smile and sit up on the couch, leaning forward to help you clean off your hand. Taking your index finger between my lips, I suck it and look you in the eye with a lustful look.
 
"I've seen that look before . . . do we need to go upstairs before we make any more of a mess on the couch?" Your tongue and mouth are doing to my finger what you usually do to my cock when you decide to treat me to a full-out blow job.

Inhaling deeply, the scent of your aroused condition starts a chain reaction in my body . . .
 
I look at you with a slight grin as I let your finger pop from my mouth, my hands already working on getting your pants open. Once I can get a hand inside, I free your cock and then look down at it standing at attention.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at this.” I say with a sigh as I lean forward and nibble and kiss my way down the length.
 
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