The Dinner...or nah?

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We were meeting my mom and dad for dinner tonight, celebrating Alana's 2nd birthday, and I pulled on a red dress. I did my make up, and went out to the living room to grab my jacket off the back of the chair.

"I was only about three months into my pregnancy, and a small baby bump had formed, just large enough to see through my dress.

"C'mon, lets go, you know my mom won't tolerate us being late" I say to Mike who was holding Alana, and staring at me at the same time. He put her down, and pressed a finger to his lips to shush me. He grabbed his cell off the table, and put it up to his ear.

"Yeah, I'm afraid she's come down with a cold, are you sure? Okay, maybe next time...bye" He finishes his little convo, and hangs up before grabbing Alana back up. I followed him as he put her down for a nap, and he turned around, grabbing me by the waist. He left a trail of kisses up my neck, and pushed me to our room.

"Mike, I am not taking this dress off, it took my like an hour to get ready" I demand as he started to unzip the back of it and close the door.

"Who said you were taking it off?" He asks, his lips tickling the side of my neck. I let him unzip it the rest of the way, and he eases the straps off my shoulders. He pushed me to the wall, finally meeting his lips with mine, and he bit my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. I parted them, knowing he never took no for an answer anyways, and I grinded myself against him.

"You.horny little bastard" I laugh, and he pulls away, giving me a sexy smirk.

"I just couldn't resist you in that dress" He purrs, I feel myself blush, and he smirks while biting his lip.

"Dadee!!!!!!!" I hear Alana yell, and his smirk fades, instead replaced by a frown.

"Get undressed" He orders, pecking my lips one more time before walking out.  His tone of voice gave me shivers, and just made my anxiousness increase. I did as he said, removing every piece of clothing possible, and climbed into bed, covering myself up with the blanket. He came back in a couple minutes later, and jumped on the bed, making me laugh. The first thing to come off was his belt, and he took my hands, tying them up above my head to the bed frame. I laughed as he did this, and he took off the rest of his clothes slowly. Watching him was painful, and he held my legs down when I tried to pull him to me. He kissed and sucked down my breasts leaving hickeys on them, and he got down to my stomach, kissing over my bump.

"I love you...so so much" He whispers, but all I could do was moan when he went lower. I felt his tongue go around in circles on me, and my back arched. I wanted to push him in farther, but my hands were tied, making it impossible. He reached up, untying my hands, and I jumped on him, both of us kissing each other with so much passion you could see it dripping...or was that sweat? He flipped us, kissing my neck, and I felt him enter me unexpectedly.

"Oh Mike..." I whine, making him smile. He thrusts into me harder and harder by the second, and my nails claw down his back. Deep moans stay stuck in his throat, and our bodies rock together. He always reached his climax before me, and he released, just before the door opened....

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