Protection (closed)

[heartofcourage]

“Want some company?” I ask as Maria shoos Molly back downstairs for some lunch.

Once they are gone, I kick off my heels and crawl into bed next to you, sighing as I snuggle up against your side. My lips find yours and I give you a lazy, drugging kiss. Once we part, I smile down at you.

“Have I told you how much I love you, Alan?” I ask, laughing softly as I place my head on your shoulder.

 

[garajd]

"Well, it has been at least an hour or so; so, maybe you should remind me again," I smile as you snuggle in . . . your soft body tight against mine. "Maybe you should get out of that dress and find something more comfortable to wear around here."

Checking to make sure the door is closed tightly . . afraid that if you do decide to change, seeing you half naked could lead to something instead of sleep . . . hoping so, anyway.

 

[heartofcourage]

“I think I have just the thing.” I say as I slid off the bed and move towards the dresser.

Soon my clothing is in a pool at my feet and I’m pulling on the silky, slinky nighty that I wore our first night together. Turning back towards you, I smile as you can see my nipples poking into the fabric.

“How about this, babe?” I ask innocently, slinking back towards the bed and crawling across your body until I’m pressed against you tightly and our lips meet again.

 

[garajd]

Watching you crawl toward me, your breasts gently swinging back and forth. "Mmmm, that looks familiar. Is the soon-to-be Mrs. Davidson attempting to seduce me?" The kisses quickly escalate with passion. "Young lady, do you realize that there are several men around this city that will be jerking their cocks tonight, thinking about your naked body?"

Squeezing your sweet little ass, I pull you closer, my own erect shaft pressing into your lower belly.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Uh huh.” I say with a smile as I grind down against the erection that is poking my belly. “And it seems that Mr. Davidson likes the attention. Perhaps he should show this young lady a lesson about seducing older men.”

“Well, babe, fucking me in the theater was all your idea. Those men did enjoy the show though.” I say, my lips next to your ear as I continue to flex my hips.

 

[garajd]

"I don't think this young lady needs any lessons; she could probably teach the class." Rolling you off of me onto your back and pressing your shoulders against the bed. Your nipples are standing firm against the material of your nightie; leaning over I tighten my lips around each nipple thru the material.

I love teasing your body like this; something about that little layer of material that sees to heighten the sensation for both of us.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Alan…” I moan as you flip me onto my back and attack my nipples through the nighty with your lips. I arch my back as much as I can with you pressing against my shoulders, whimpering as you tease my body and leave behind two wet spots where the nipples are straining through the material.

“I want you to bind me, Alan. Please?” I ask, feeling a little frisky as I offer you my wrists.

 

[garajd]

Standing beside the bed and looking down at you, your nipples poking against the material. Dropping my slacks and boxers . . . stroking my hard cock as your eyes fill with lust. Walking to the dresser and pulling out a couple of cords; coming back to stand beside you, playing with the cords as you watch.

Reaching down and wrapping the cord around your wrists above your head; tying your wrists together with one end of the cord and then securing the other end around one corner of the bed. Taking the other cord and tying one ankle to another corner of the bed, leaving one foot untied, but have you secured such that you can't do much but twist back and forth.

Walking to the other side of the bed . . . lifting your untied foot, and smacking you on the butt . . . no so loud for Maria and Molly to hear, but enough to leave fingerprints on your bottom.

 

[heartofcourage]

I moan hotly as you start to stroke your cock. I lick my lips, already remembering the taste of your salty cum. Shivering, I whimper as you tie my arms and leg to the bed, a yelp escaping my lips as you lift my free leg and swat my ass with your hand.

I’m gasping for air as I watch you posed for another strike, the breath leaving my lungs in a sharp hiss as you swat me again. My pussy is incredibly wet, my nipples poking through my nightgown obscenely.

“Alan, I need you.” I moan in a low voice, my lips parting as if to entice you into the bed with me.

 

[garajd]

Grabbing your nightie by the hem and pulling it up to expose your breasts and and hard nipples . . . the scent from your engorged pussy is intoxicating. As your nipples are exposed, I reach for them with both hands and pinch them between my thumb and a finger; can't wait to use those nipple clamps on you, love.

Crawling between your spread legs . . . never get tired of this view . . . spread wide, pussy dripping, clit already peeking from her cover . . . leaning up over you, my cock head immediately drawn to your wet opening . . . "This what you need, baby?" Not waiting for an answer, one long hard thrust . . . buried deep and grinding you against the bed!!

 

[heartofcourage]

As you expose my body to your view, I moan hotly and squirm in my bonds. The moment your fingers find and pinch my nipples, I arch my back and let out a cry of pleasure, one that is choked off as I struggle to remain quiet.

Whimper and moaning in constant need, it’s not a moment too soon as you settle between my legs and thrust your cock deeply into my entrance. I gasp, my lips parted as you grind me into the mattress. I let out another cry, whimpering as your hand covers my mouth to muffle the sound.

 

[garajd]

Thrusting deeper inside, your moans increasing in volume . . . my hand covering your mouth trying to muffle some of the sound . . . even with the bedroom door closed and locked, something about sex when others are within earshot increases the intensity of the moment.

Maria probably suspects what is going on, but we don't need to give her proof, babe . . .

Replacing my hand over your mouth with my lips . . tongues doing passionate battle . . .

 

[heartofcourage]

Each thrust has my body moving on the mattress, my breasts jiggling with each slap of your hips. Just short of headboard slapping, the moment is hurried and passionate, enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.

I moan against your palm as I feel you take my free leg and place it over you shoulder. Stretched out so perfectly, I let out a whimpering gasp each time your cock slides across my clit. I kiss you back passionately as your lips replace your palm, my hands tugging frantically against my bonds as I feel the pleasure building in my loins and about ready to burst.

Tearing my lips from yours, I pant and whimper against your ear. “Give me your cum, Alan. Fill my belly.” I moan, nipping at your earlobe as we move in perfect unison.

 

[garajd]

Trying to keep my emotions from erupting in a loud moan, I thrust once more, impaling your ass on the bed, and releasing a strong burst of hot cum deep in your pussy . . . gonna fill your belly with a little one pretty soon if we keep up this pace.

"God, baby . . . . I love you, babe . . . " about all I can get out . . . feeling the beginnings of your orgasm . . . the tightness of your inner walls gripping my cock . . . so fucking intense, so incredible . .

 

[heartofcourage]

I gasp out sharply as I feel the first burst of your cum bath my inner walls and I tilt my head back, groaning as my pussy starts to flutter wildly around your cock. I bite my lower lip hard to keep from crying out as I cum for you in the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Babe…” I whine, the word long and drawn out as I feel your body press heavily to mine, pinning me to the bed in a show of true, beautiful dominance.

 

[garajd]

Pressing against you until our shared orgasm eases, then dropping to the bed beside you, kissing you softly . . . I wrap my arms around you, but you are unable to respond; I sense you struggling against the cords, wanting to hold onto me . . .

Turning over, I can reach the cord that has your wrists tied to the bed and release that from your wrists . . .

 

[heartofcourage]

I sigh as you release me from my bonds, my hands going to your body as I stroke along your sweat dampened skin. As you release my ankle, I curl up against you and kiss you with an aching softness. Wrapping my arms around your chest, I lay my head upon your pillow and watch with you a lazy smile on my face.

“You sure know how to wear a girl out, old man.” I tease, gasping as you swat my ass for the words.

 

[garajd]

"Not sure who is wearing who out here . . . but I think one of us needs to head downstairs soon, before Molly comes banging on the door wanting to know what we are doing in here." As I crawl off the bed, I lean over and kiss your ass where the handprint is.

Finding a pair of jeans and t-shirt, "You probably need a few minutes to 'clean up' before you come down . . . I've made a pretty good mess of your body today," chuckling a bit as I squeeze your ass and quickly step away from the bed.

 

[heartofcourage]

“And I loved every minute of it, baby.” I say with a smile on my face as you squeeze my ass and move away from the bed. Seems like someone is still feeling playful, but I know I need to shower before Molly comes and finds us in a compromising position. “I’ll be down in a little bit.”

Molly meets you at the bottom of the stairs, bouncing like a ball of energy. “Maria is making cookies! And I get to eat the first one!” She announces as you swing her up into your arms. “And you get the second one.”

Maria looks up as you enter the kitchen with the little terror, laughing as she hugs your neck so tightly it looks like you’re choked. “I made your favorite, daddy.” She says, popping the first tray into the oven.

Molly looks between the two of you for a moment and frowns. “Why does Maria get to call you daddy and I have to call you Alan?” She asks, looking at you with a very serious look on her face for a five year old.

 

[garajd]

Looking at Maria for help with this question, "I think that is a good question for you to talk to Maria and your Mommy about. I'm going down to the basement and see what I need to do to finish up the family room remodel."

Anything to get out of the kitchen and answering Molly's question!!

 

[heartofcourage]

Soon I come downstairs and help Maria finish up the cookies, talking to Molly about what she should call you now that you’re going to be her stepfather. Armed with a plate of cookies, she carefully makes her way down the basement stairs, holding the plate up for you to chose which one you want.

“Alan, mommy says that since I already have a daddy, I can’t call you that.” She said seriously, watching as you bite into the cookie. “But she says that maybe I can call you something else.”

Molly’s eyes are bright and wide as she stares up at you and waits for your verdict.

 

[garajd]

"Well, Molly, what would you like to call me?" (I guess, 'Sir", is probably not acceptable.) "I'm going to have to think about that, Molly, but I'sm sure the two of us can come up with something we both like. How about we go back up to the kitchen so I can get a cup of coffee with my cookies and you can get some milk."

Entering the kitchen, we find the two of you enjoying some "girl talk" at the kitchen table, both of you looking up at me with a questioning look in your eyes . . .

 

[heartofcourage]

“I don’t know.” Molly says shyly as you tell her that you will both have to think about it.

Following you back up the stairs, Maria and I watch you closely and I give you a little smile as I turn and pour you a cup of coffee. Noticing the crock pot sitting next to the stove, I peek inside and discover that Maria has fixed us chili for dinner.

“Maria, you didn’t have to cook for us.” I say, turning back to her as she blushes and look at you.

“I know, but I’m so use to having to take care of daddy that it’s just second nature.” She says, walking over to give you a tight hug. “I just have to remember that he has someone to do that for him now.”

“Alan! Can I have chocolate milk?” Molly asks, ignoring the scene behind her as she’s already pulling out the chocolate bottle and struggling with the gallon of milk.

 

[garajd]

I have the distinct feeling that I am being "played" by Molly right now; turning to her, "One glass, Molly, but no more chocolate milk today." Not quite sure what to do with three women surrounding me in the kitchen. I know Maria is trying to help, and while Michaela appreciates all the help right now, I don't want this to turn into a source of conflict between the two of them.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Awww….” Molly pouts as she lets you take the milk and chocolate, pouring them yourself and then handing her the glass.

“Alright, daddy, I’m going to head home.” Maria says, giving you a kiss on the cheek before she moves to say goodbye to everyone. “I have to stop and pick up something and then I’ll give you a call later to make sure everything is alright.”

Giving you a wink, she lets you know the something she’s picking up is the wedding dress. Another kiss on the cheek and she bustles out the door.

"She's a sweet girl." I say with a smile as I turn back to the coffee pot and pour myself a mug, taking a seat across from Molly as she sips her milk. "Alright, Miss Molly, what would you like to do this evening? I think Alan's going to work on the basement, so maybe you and I can watch a movie."