Protection (closed)

"Love you too, babe . . ." feeling your head on my shoulder and your body relaxing against mine. Turning over when the wake-up call from the front desk rings in the morning; crawling out of bed and getting the in-room coffee maker started. Leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek, "Time to wake up, babe. I'm going to hop in the shower. We need to be ready to leave for the airport in 2 hours." I think you heard me, but I really do expect to find you still in bed when I finish my shower, so I make it a quick one.
 
I hear you wake me up in the morning, but I’m still burrowed beneath the blankets by the time that you’re finished with the shower. I pout as you try to wake me up, shaking my head as I pull the blankets over my head.

“Just ten more minutes.” I moan, curling up in the warm spot you made by leaving the bed.
 
"OK, ten more . . . . but that's it." Finishing up in the bathroom and getting my cup of coffee and walking toward the bed. Setting the cup down on the nightstand, I lean in and nibble along your neck, finally getting some movement out of you. "If someone doesn't get up and start getting ready, she just might have to be disciplined a little bit." Unfortunately, you seem to enjoy that just a little too much.

Reaching under the covers and squeezing your butt . . . "Hmmm, nice . . . but no time to enjoy it now . . .let's go, love."
 
I moan as you lean in and nibble my neck, squirming beneath the covers as you threaten to discipline me. I whimper as your hands are suddenly beneath the sheets, squeezing my bottom until I squeal.

“Alright, alright, I’m up.” I say, sliding out of bed after stealing a kiss from your lips.

A happy little smile is on my face as I take a quick shower and slip into a new pretty little blue sundress. I’m most definitely ready to be spending time in the tropical sun with my husband…if he lets me out of the cabin, that is.

Hearing a knock at the door, I can soon smell breakfast delivered by room service. “Is that bacon?” I call through the bathroom doorway, applying the last of my makeup. “If so, can you cover it up? It makes my tummy upset.”

It seems that our little bundle of joy is already dictating things in my life and as much as I want to be happy, there are certain things I have to avoid in the mean time.
 
"Sorry, babe, I wasn't thinking about that; I'll send the bacon back with them and just keep the bagels, eggs, and fruit." Once you finish you makeup and we grab a bite to eat, we check out and drive to the airport, leaving our car in the long-term lot and take the shuttle to the terminal . . for the hour wait until take-off.

Fortunately, the flight leaves on time and we arrive in Miami and find the shuttle to the cruise line. Once we get check into our cabin . . with balcony . . . and go thru the safety meeting with all passengers . . . the ship sets sail and we have time to settle into our cabin before dinner.
 
Sitting on our balcony in the bright sunshine, I sigh happily as I look out over the beautiful ocean. I can’t believe the path that my life has taken in such a short amount of time. I have a husband when I never imagined finding love. I have a baby on the way when I thought Molly would be the only child I ever had. It’s all so amazing…

Glancing up as you step through the sliding door, I grin as you sit on the edge of my chair. “Hey, baby. Fancy seeing you here.”

Pulling you down for a kiss, I sigh happily as I scoot over to make room for you to snuggle up with me.

“So, how many times did you see us making love out here before the ship docks again?” I ask, giggling at the look that you give me.
 
"Hell, we're old married folks now . . . " pulling away as you take a playful swing at me. ''

"I'm pretty sure we'll be at the top end of the chart for newlyweds on this cruise . . . the maids will probably be slipping notes under the door asking us to leave so they can come in and change the bedding." Leaning back in for a kiss . . . never seem to get too much of your lips.

"Once we get out to sea, I think I will be ready for a short nap before dinner."
 
“Have I worn you out, old man?” I ask innocently as you tell me that you’re ready for a short nap. “Honestly thought, I think that sounds like a fantastic idea.”

I say, kissing you one last time as I let you help me up from the chair and I’m soon snuggling in our bed with you, sighing in contentment.

“Tell me the truth though…how many toys did you pack in your suitcase when I wasn’t looking?” I ask you, giggling as your hand wraps around my hip.
 
Lying on the bed, looking out toward the open sea . . . no one can see into our cabin unless they are on our balcony . . . no need to close the drapes here. "Probably not enough," I say with a laugh. "But to be honest babe, the best and most fun toys are the ones we think up ourselves . . . whatever we think of to satisfy each other."

As my hand grips your hip, I pull you closer . . . and a kiss that starts out so gently begins to build in passion . . .
 
Moaning as you deepen our kiss, I know that no one’s going to be taking a nap before dinner. My hands gently trace down the front of your shirt, undoing the buttons as I go along. Slipping my fingers onto your bare chest, I take my time to tweak and roll your nipples until I have you squirming just as much as I am.

Breaking the kiss, I give you a smile and spend a moment nibbling on your chin and jaw before I roll you over so my lips and teeth can have time with those sensitive buds. “Like this, baby?” I ask with an innocent look as my tongue runs over the top of a tightly furled bud before my teeth clench onto it, worrying it between them.
 
My body instinctively jerks when your tongue . . . then your teeh . . . attack my nipples. Since you discovered their sensitivity, you seem to find particular delight in teasing them to heighten my response to you . . . "Yes, love . . . I like that, but I think you already had that figured out."

I think this is going to be one of those times when I just lie back and see what you have in store for me; my hands gently caress your shoulders and neck . . . loving the feel of your skin under my fingers.
 
As soon as I’ve given your nipples my full attention, I kiss my way down your belly, grinning as I watch your skin jerk and move. Sighing, my fingers start to pull at your belt and then the fly of your pants. Once they are loose, I pull them over your hips, whimpering as your hard cock pops free and stares me right in the eye.

“You look good enough to eat, baby.” I say, running my tongue up the length of it before I kneel away, grinning at you as I slowly start to unbutton the top of my sundress.

“You want to see my breasts, babe?” I ask, enjoying this little tease that we have going on.
 
"Baby, I never get tired of seeing your breasts . . . ", reaching up to help you with the last couple of buttons on the top of your sundress, then finding the hooks on your bra (I'm getting pretty good at this!!) and freeing your full breasts to swing free, nipples already beginning to stand out . . . "And I can imagine there are plenty of guys on this boat that would love to see those breasts . . . might have to take you to the clothing-optional swimming deck and let you show them off." I know that will make you a little wetter, my suggesting that you expose yourself to someone else's eyes . . . "I bet there will even be some of the women that will get a little aroused looking at these delicious tits," as I caress them with my fingers, rubbing the nipples . . . "What's the matter, babe . . . why so much squirming around?"
 
I’m practically moaning as your hands held me with my dress and bra, my breasts popping free in mere moments. My nipples are already pearled tightly, the added heaviness of my pregnancy finally starting to show as they strain for your attention.

“That feels so good, Alan…” I moan, my head tipping back as your fingers play with my sensitive nipples. “Suck on them, baby. Make them nice and hard.”
 
"You will never have to ask me twice to suck on your nipples and make them hard, babe," pulling you toward me so that your breasts swing freely over my lips. As you lean down, a pluck a hanging nipple and squeeze it firmly between my lips, eliciting a louder moan from you. I caress the other breast and roll that nipple between my fingers, leaving a free hand to slide under the skirt of your sun dress and caress your thighs, sensing the heat being generated between them . . . knowing that if my fingers touch your panties, I will find moisture . . .
 
I let out a pitiful whimper as you pluck my nipple between your lips, suckling on it as your hand caresses up my thighs. I know that you’re about to touch my pussy and I know that I’m already soaking wet. Can you really blame me though?

“Push my panties to the side, baby. I’m going to ride that cock.” I whisper to you, my voice breathless as your teeth clench around my nipple until I’m gasping.
 
Sliding my hand up your thigh until I reach your pussy . . . god, you are wet, babe . . .

“Push my panties to the side, baby. I’m going to ride that cock.” Once I hear your hoarse whisper, I slide your panties to the side and probe you with a finger, rubbing your clit, already emerging from its hood . . . your pussy soaking my finger. As you start to climb over me to take me, I look you right in the eyes and lick my finger that is coated with your juices. "So fucking good, baby."
 
Moaning as you massage my clit for a moment, I reach between us and wrap my fingers around your cock, pulling it to my entrance as I watch you lick clean the finger that was coated with my juices.

“Yesss…” I hiss as I sink down on your hard, thick cock. “Love you so much, baby.”

Don’t think I can tell you enough how I feel about you, even when I’m riding your cock. I grin down at you, that silly, happy smile returning as I flex and move my hips over yours.
 
"God, Michaela, I love you so much . .", about all I can get out as my moans increase with the feeling of ecstasy as you capture my cock with the simple move of sliding down my full erection. You surprise me sometimes with the strength of your character . . . as much as you desire to meet all of my needs, to be submissive to my direction, there are times when what you want come right to the top and you aren't afraid to be the dominant one in our love-making . . . and I love you even more.

"God, baby, fuck me like you mean it . . . "
 
I love hearing you tell me what you want while we make love. I can feel my pussy growing even wetter as I ride you at a faster pace. Bouncing up and down your hard shaft, I whimper and moan, the bed creaking beneath us as we take the opportunity to truly break it in.

“God, Alan, I want you to cum. I want you to fill my pussy to the brim. Please, baby. Give me your seed.” I moan, leaning over your chest to lick and nip at your nipples once more, knowing that it will send you over the edge.
 
"Jesus, baby . . . yes . . .gonna cum . . ." Leaning over and nipping at my nipples was incredible . . . I can feel my cock pressing even harder against your clit as you bend forward. Arching my back, I lift my ass off the bed and drive my cock deep inside you dripping pussy.

"Fuck, nowwwwwwwwwwwww . . . " my hot seed begins to spurt into your waiting tunnel, mixing with your sweet nectar to start a flood that will seeon be dripping over my balls and between my thighs . . . "I love you, baby . .."
 
I gasp loudly, clinging to you as you drive you cock hard into my body. A loud cry is drawn from my lips as I cum along with you at the first feeling of your cum coating my pussy. Shivering, I nuzzle my nose against your throat, moaning as you tell me that you love me.

“So good, Alan. Thank you, baby.” I murmur, lifting my head to press my lips against yours.

I know there will be a mess to clean up later, but for the moment I’m content to drape my body over yours and doze for a few moments. When I finally come back to myself in the aftermath of our love making, I have a sudden idea.

“Would you like to play a game, babe? Maybe some truth or dare?” I ask, looking down into your eyes with a mischievous little smile. “Don’t want our sex life to get too stale now that we’re married.”
 
Looking at you a bit hesitantly, "I'm always up for playing any game with you, so I guess I can't turn you down. I'm almost afraid of how that legal mind of yours works; I may be setting my self up for a royal beating in this little game, but I'll take that chance."

"You thinking about starting right now, or tonight after we get back from dinner and a walk around the top deck?"
 
“How about this? I’ll let you go first. You just ask me Truth or Dare when you’re ready to play.” I say, pressing my lips to yours before I slip off your cock and stand up beside the bed.

“I’m going to shower before dinner. I feel like getting dressed up a bit.” I say, as giddy as a teenager as I pull off my soiled sun dress and drop my panties and bra in your view as I move to the suitcase to pull out something suitable.
 
What have I gotten myself into? Watching you finish undressing and tossing your clothes in front of me, even at my "advanced years", I still respond to your naked body. I guess it also stems from how much I love you and how much we enjoy each other . .

"OK, babe . . . Truth or Dare?"

Waiting for your answer as you disappear into the shower.
 
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