obama family ~ part three

chapter forty seven

POV:
barack flipped through the planner that michelle wrote out for him with their schedule and the kids! "how about this weekend miche? just us two baby?" he asked. they were on the couch trying to find some time for "their alone time" that they haven't had in a while. "that won't work! emmy has her first gymnastics class babe! and the older kiddos have a track meet but mom going." michelle said. he groaned loudly, he wanted his time with his wife it's been months since they have had time alone kid free! "how bout next weekend?" he huffed. "nope we have an interview and ashton's AAU team sleepover to host" michelle said "why are a bunch of 13 and 12 year olds still having sleepovers. just cancel baby!" barack said. "noo! he's excited about it! we will get some time baby i promise! come here." michelle pulled him into her chest. "why are they so busy! and why is our one year old in gymnastics anyway she can barley hold herself up straight" barack had a point. "i'm sorry baby. i know we haven't had our time in a while but we will get some time." michelle kissed his cheek.
      he caught a glimpse of her red laced bra. "fuck" he moaned quietly at the thought of her having on the matching set. "what are you up too huh?" michelle asked him as he undoing her robe. "nothing" he smirked placing kisses on chest. the kids were down and malia was at jordan's house, visiting since he's home. "mmmhaha" michelle giggle as kissed her neck, unbuckling her bra. michelle threw her head when his tongue made contact with her nipple. you could see the spot that she had made on his dress pants, thats how wet she was for him. he moved his hand down to her panties. "holy!" he looked down at his hand. michelle slimed at him. all he did was glaze his fingers over her opening. barack pushed two finger in her, her mouth gaped open. "ur soaked miche" barack's  hand was dripping when he pulled it out. she started to fondle with his belt. "fuck!" michelle moaned falling back on the couch, giving up on undoing his belt. "right there!" his fingers hit that spot! barack slimed at her,  taking his fingers out replacing it with his tongue. her back arched moaning out his name. "yes! r-right there!" michelle held his head in place, on that spot.
malia was due home from jordan's any moment now!"don't stop! ah! ah! ahhh!" she was cumming! barack left her breathless! michelle undid his belt getting on her knees. "ohhh! wowww!" barack moaned with his head back. michelle's wash her hair early, so her natural wavy curls were out tonight! he loved them! "fuckk" he couldn't hold on anymore. he pulled up on his lap. he eased her down on him, immediately michelle threw her head back, putting her hands on his chest. barack guided her hips back and forth. "ba~baby" michelle moaned out, catching him by surprise switching to bouncing. "michelle! gosh!" barack groaned as she kissed his neck. she giggled at him. he thrusted up in her. "mmm" she moaned. "that's what i thought" he continued. michelle became a moaning mess on top of him. she moved her hips meeting them with his. "jesus!" barack moaned, gripping her ass! michelle arched her back, throwing her head back. she slimed feeling him kiss her neck. barack picked her up, taking her to their bedroom. "pls not drop me!" michelle held him tightly, as they kissed. "have i dropped you before!" barack laughed. he put her on all fours! he pounded into her harshly!
    "YESS!" michelle eyes rolled back into the back of her head. her back arched deeply as she came. barack flipped her on her back. she was breathless. "awww bab~baby" barack buried his face in her neck. he placed kisses along her jawline, as she gripped his back. "mmm, i love you!" michelle kissed him passionately. "ohh daddy!" her legs started shaking. "MOM! DAD! IM HOME" malia yelled at their bedroom door. inside the room barack was coming! "fuck miche" he released in her. he collapsed beside her and they both were out of breath.