Protection (closed)

Intense . . . absolutely! I may have had a total release, but going to the mall with the remains of your saliva on my cock may make it difficult to focus on the task at hand, namely, finding curtains and bedding for Molly's repainted room.

Your "naughty" kiss is no help either . . . walking around with Molly and you with that taste lingering in my mouth . . . and just "me" under my jeans, not used to being "commando" in public . . . I'm sure you will enjoy my discomfort . . . fucking tease that you are!!
 
“You brought this on yourself.” I whisper against your ear, my lips taking a moment to kiss your earlobe and then tug it between my teeth. Giggling at the noises that you make, I pull away and grin at you, another kiss stolen before I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
 
"Can't argue with that . . .but, baby, you do enjoy keeping it going . . . and I'm going to make damn sure that I don't walk very close to you at the mall." Laughing as you head toward the bathroom with that grin!!

Walking downstairs, "OK, Molly . . . let's get going here. Mommy will be right down." Helping her with a coat and hat, grabbing my jacket . . . out to the car and getting it started, waiting for you. The drive to the mall is the usual drive with Miss Chatty in the back seat.

I follow the two of you as you start showing Molly her options for new curtains and bedding. Damn, this could take a while.
 
Shopping with a five year old is never a treat and shopping for a five year old is just as stressful. Molly has her own opinions about what she likes and I try to let her express herself in any way that she wants, but that means dealing with the agonizing decisions.

“What about this one, Molly?” I ask her, pointing to a pretty white comforter and matching curtains.

“But I want the purple, Mommy!” She insists, holding your hand tightly as I look at the bright purple creation that she seems to have her heart set on.

“Are you sure?” I ask her as she nods and looks very serious about her decision. “Well, I guess purple it is then.” I say, pulling out the bag that contains everything we need.

“Papa, can we go look at the toys now?” She asks, looking up at you with those innocent little eyes. “Please?”

“Molly, you don’t need another toy.” I say as she looks up at you with her lip in full pout.
 
Looking at her, "Today is for shopping for the bedroom, Molly. If we are going to get your bedroom all put back together, we need to get back home before too long. So, no toy shopping today." As the pouting continues and the tears start to well up, "We can always go home without the purple bed spread if you can't be happy about what we did today."

I was going to suggest stopping for a bite to eat, but if we want her back in her own bed tonight, we need to get home. I have a feeling that a certain young lady is going to need some extra attention tonight . . . I'm sure I will be reminded that I "got mine" earlier today!
 
The look on Molly’s face is priceless as you tell her that we might go home without the bedding. It’s nice to have someone there that knows that five year olds need boundaries and I don’t constantly need to be the bad guy with her.

Leaning down, I whisper something in her ear that instantly has her lip sucked back in. I smile as I straighten up and look at you with a smug look as I motion that we need to head to the check out line. A swipe of the credit card later and we are buckling ourselves back into the car.

“Molly, wasn’t there something you were suppose to ask Alan?” I ask as I glance over my shoulder at her.

“Can we stop and get some ice cream please?” She asks in the sweetest voice that she can muster, her eyes batting at you with that little puppy dog look.

“Stop by the store, babe, and I’ll run in and get some. I’ll also grab something to whip up for dinner too.” I say, a smile on my face.
 
Like mother, like daughter . . . what have I gotten myself into? All I can do is smile and say, "Yes, dear," . . . pretty sure that you know my sarcasm is a tease . . . you know I will do anything for you and Molly.

Pulling into the store, "We'll just wait her, Molly, while Mommy runs into the store and does her shopping." As you turn to slide out of the car, my hand sneaks over for q quick pinch of you butt.
 
Swatting your hand as I slid from the car, I enter the store and try to make short work of the list in my head of what I would like to serve for dinner as well as the things I need for sundaes.

Molly sits in her car seat, her little legs swinging back and forth as she asks you all the questions she has in her head. Finally, she gets down the one that she really wants to know.

“Papa, if you and Mommy have a baby, does the baby have to sleep in my room?” She asks, wrinkling her nose at the very idea of sharing her space with a baby brother or sister.
 
"Well, to start with, the baby will sleep in our bedroom; after that, we will have to figure out where he or she will sleep. Maybe we can turn the guest room into another bedroom. What would you think if Mommy and I have another baby?"

Obviously, you and I have already had this discussion . . . now we need to bring another person into our thoughts. All the time, thinking, "Hurry up, Michaela, the water is getting a little deep out here and I need some help."
 
“I would be a big sister!” She says, a smile on her face as you mention another baby. “I would like being a big sister.”

Grabbing all the things I need, I check out and head to the car, seeing the look that you’re giving me through the windshield. Placing my sacks beside Molly in the backseat, I slide into my seat and look at you.

“What did I miss?” I ask, giving you an innocent look as you narrow your eyes.
 
"Just some interesting family chat . . . fill you in later." Driving on home with no further questions from the back seat about babies . . . until just before we get home. "Mommy, Papa says I can be a big sister . . . and the baby won't have to sleep in my room."

Not sure who jumps more with that comment . . . but you just about die laughing when you see my reaction . . .
 
I start laughing and find it hard to stop as your face falls at Molly’s comment. Reaching out to take your hand, I squeeze it and give you a smile as I look over my shoulder at Molly.

“Well, Molly Suzanne. I’m sure that you’ll be a great big sister.” I tell her as she beams at the compliment.
 
Finally gaining some control, I grab the bags from shopping and follow the two of you into the house. "While the two of you start dinner, I'm going upstairs and put Molly's bedroom back together. Then after dinner, you can put the new bed spread on and it will be like sleeping in a new room." Watching you bat your eyes at me as I head upstairs, "I know a couple of 'girls' who need to be pretty nice to me after all this."
 
Molly is all giggles as she patiently tries to help me with dinner. She is extremely excited to get back into her bedroom and every bump and movement from upstairs has her dancing with anxious energy.

“Alan! Dinner!” I call as I put the finishing touches on a Mexican feast. “Molly, let him get his plate first.” I warn her as she takes her seat and is instantly reaching for some beans and rice.

“But, Mommy…”

“No buts, Molly.” I say, kissing the top of her blonde head as I pour her a glass of milk and place a beer next to your plate.
 
"Looks wonderful, ladies . . . thank you for helping your Mommy, Molly." As we eat our dinner, I can see that Molly is trying to be patient, but definitely wants to see her new room. Enjoying the meal, I know this is very difficult for Molly; looking at you, "Go ahead, Molly; you can run upstairs and see what the room looks like with the furniture moved back in. I'll clean up the kitchen so you and Mommy and put the new bed spread on."

She is gone in no time and we can hear her giggles and screams of delight. "You better hurry up there and help with the bedding, babe. I'll get the kitchen."
 
I lean over and kiss your cheek before I head upstairs to deal with my little monster. She’s so excited that she’s beside herself as I help her to make her bed and hang up her new curtains. She’s already pulling out her dolls and rearranging them, her new lion sitting on the pillows of her bed as she gets all settled in.

It seems like an eternity as my night with her drags on. I manage to get her into a bath way after her normal bed time and then into bed shortly before the news comes on. Wondering if you’re still awake by the time she’s asleep, I come downstairs and smile as I see you watching TV.

“I have no idea where all that energy comes from.”
 
"Don't know either, but wish I could use some of it . . . I'll be ready for bed in just a few minutes, babe. I need to get the coat of primer on the family room in the morning, so that I can get it painted before the wedding and before we get away on our honeymoon."

Look over and see you starting to settle in just a little too comfortably on the couch beside me . . . "Let's go, babe . . . don't think this couch would be the most comfortable to sleep on, at least not sitting like this. I'm sure bed will be a whole lot more restful."

Standing, I pull you up and watch your butt start moving up the stairs as I turn off the lights and set the alarm.
 
Already in bed by the time you make it upstairs, I’m stark naked on top of the covers. Giving you a small grin and parting my thighs to let you see my wet pussy, I give you a little come hither look and crook my finger.

“I want to make love, baby.” I say softly, knowing that you would hardly deny me anything I asked for.
 
"Are you sure you're not too tired? It's been a pretty busy day." I know very well what the answer is, so I don't even wait for your reply. Tonight is a 'love-making night', but that doesn't mean I can't tease a little before I take you and make us one.

Starting to undress, "Touch yourself, Michaela, spread those lips for me." Tossing my shirt into the laundry hamper in the closet; kicking my shoes off. Walking across the room, I turn the light off, then open the drapes just enough that light filters in from the outside. Standing beside the bed, I start taking off my jeans . . . still 'commando' under neath. Gotta be careful pulling the zipper down.

As my cock springs free, I hear a slight gasp . . . "Guess you like that, huh?" That's about all the teasing I can handle . . . "I need you, babe . . . more than that, I want you, love!"

Tossing my jeans toward the closet and crawl between your legs . . . gotta have a taste of my "sweetness" before making love.
 
I moan as you tell me to touch myself and my fingers instantly find their way to my wet folds, pulling them apart for your gaze as my thighs part. I follow you movements around the room as you come to stand next to me, gasping as your cock pops free from your jeans.

“God, Alan, you make me so wet.” I whimper as you crawl between my legs, your head burying in my pussy as my fingers hold the lips open for you. “Baby!” I whine as my hips instantly start to buck against your lips and chin.
 
I know that if I keep this up, you will cum . . . and cum soon. I want this to be a nice, slow, passionate love-making time tonight. Pulling back from your pussy, I begin to kiss my way up your body. Trailing kisses across your belly , , , such soft skin . . . even those kisses cause your body to tremble.

Reaching your breasts, I take time to kiss around each breast, suckling at each nipple . . . causing more moans pf pleasure. By now, my cock is full erect and rubbing against your thighs, almost like a heat-seeking missile homing in on its target . . .
 
Whimpering as you pull back from my pussy, I tremble with each kiss that you press to my belly. Each breath from my lips is a whimper or a sigh as you tease me with those fleeting kisses before you reach my breasts. I love the way that you worship them, kissing around each breast before you start suckling on my nipples. I’m in complete heaven

No words are said as I feel you cock pressing against my thighs, seeking my entrance as it throbs. I let out a moan, my thighs falling further to the side in welcome to your hard cock.
 
Making love to you is incredible . . . enjoying every bit of your naked flesh . . . how do we make this last forever? My lips hesitating as I leave your breasts and trail to your neck . . . but that movement alone is enough to bring the head of my cock to your waiting opening . . . wet, warm, inviting. . .

Pressing forward just enough to break thru and rub against your clit . . .my urge is to thrust deep inside quickly, but no, not this time . . . slow movements . . .

My lips eventually find yours, that spark of a kiss is electric . . .
 
The moment you rub against my clit, I am completely lost in pleasure. My eyes squeeze shut and my hips lift automatically, ready for your entrance. I moan into your kiss, my fingers finding their way into your hair and pulling you close for the intimate moment.

“God, baby, I love you.” I whisper as our kiss breaks and I feel the head of your cock teasing my entrance.
 
That special moment, “God, baby, I love you.” . . I lose all thought of taking you slowly and slide completely inside, feeling every ripple of your inner walls as I probe deep . . . really deep. Once encased, I press down with my hips and grind your bottom against the bed . . . is it possible to be any closer than we are right now?

Looking into your eyes . . . "I love you too, babe . . . more than I ever thought possible." Once more pressing my lips to yours, the passion of our kiss and love-making increases . . . both of us seeking the ultimate pleasure for the other . . .
 
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