“Oh? What game would that be?”
“It’s called remote control. It’s where I have control of your hands and you have control of mine… Sound like fun?”
“Hmm. Sounds naughty.”
Cooper chuckled. “You go first, baby. What are you going to make my hands do?”
“Um… I think you’re going to pop that button and let him out.”
Cooper undid the button on his sleep shorts. His erection was full. He squeezed it bare that time. There was already some leakage that he wiped with his thumb. “Like that?” he asked his girlfriend. Her eyes were fixed upon the lower part of her screen. He was up on his side facing the webcam. Sam bit down on her grin as her eyes lifted.
“My turn,” Cooper declared. “Pinch your nipples, baby. Watch yourself doing it.”
She obeyed. Her head lowered as she felt herself up, playing with the little peaks in the shiny red fabric. One of the shoulder strings slipped. She glanced at it. “Don’t fix it,” Cooper said. “Let me see.” She removed her arm from the dangling thread and let that side of her negligee fall away to reveal a breast.
“Yeah, that’s nice,” Cooper said, stroking himself slowly and firmly. Sam watched him do that, her eyes slightly glazed. She was chewing her lip. “Move the screen back a bit, sweetheart. Let me see you properly.”
She did as he instructed, positioning her laptop at the end of the bed and scooting back with her tit still bare. “Can I make your hands take off your shirt?” she asked sweetly.
“Of course. They’ll do whatever you say.” Cooper tossed his shirt aside and rested back against the bedhead.
Sam giggled. “Pants too! And then that one can continue what it was doing before.”
Cooper pulled his pants off, grinning. “You’re getting the hang of this.”
“It’s fun,” Sam said. She was ogling away unashamedly now.
“Your hands are moving between your thighs now, baby.”
She complied, taking a nervous breath and slipping them down between.
“Now they’re opening them for me,” Cooper went on. “They’re going to part your legs nice and wide so I can see that shaved little pussy.”
She opened her legs, glancing down then looking at the screen, blushing.
Cooper felt a familiar tingle in his cock that required he give a bit of a squeeze to stop from coming already.
“Just one finger now. Feel between your pussy lips and tell me if you’re wet.”
She used the middle finger of her right hand, pressing between her delicate folds.
“Are you wet?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay, that’s enough. Now get your dildo, sweetheart. The big pink one with the nodules on the base.”
She rolled her eyes. Then obeyed, returning from reaching off camera with a big wobbly dildo that was a couple of inches longer than Cooper’s dick and slightly thicker. The base was quite broad and had a pair of balls, along with a series of soft nodules on the upper side of the shaft. Cooper was wondering if she would be able to take the full length. He wanted to see that… to watch her use those nodules on her clit. He gave his cock another squeeze to stop from blowing.
“Tease yourself open with it, love.”
Her eyes lifted.
The word had slipped out.
He looked down at the lower part of the screen again. The dildo was life-like in shape. She used the broad head to open her pussy lips and spread around her lubricating juices. There was plenty of juice dripping from her. She held the base of the dildo in both hands and closed her eyes as she eased the head inside.
Cooper just cupped his balls and watched. He couldn’t touch his own dick right then. Sam’s negligee was still hanging from one shoulder. Her cute little tit was exposed, that nipple erect and the other one being caressed by the shiny red fabric.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself with it,” he groaned.
He could see her tight slit stretched around the pink shaft. The thing was shiny wet to about two thirds of its length. She bore down and squirmed as she inserted deeper.
Her eyes lifted again, completely glazed now. “I miss you, Cooper. I want you inside me,” she said, moaning as she pressed the base of the dildo firmly against her opening.
Her legs were spread wide. The full length of the dildo was inside of her. She worked it, withdrawing a little then squirming down against the nodules. Cooper stroked as she fucked herself. She moaned and ground against the thick base. She let out a cry and clamped her thighs together, writhing and panting. Cooper’s balls erupted and ropes of come lashed his stomach.
He watched his beautiful lady collect herself. The big pink toy oozed out of her and left her pussy stretched open. He caught a glimpse before her legs closed modestly together.
“Oops!” she said, giggling as she looked at the mess he had made.
“Yes, oops indeed,” he agreed. He used his t-shirt to soak up all the goo.
They each got into bed and turned off their lights. An hour later Cooper blew his pretty lady virtual kisses and wished her a good night. He only had another day of meetings and he would be there to see to her in person.
8
Friday evening. Sam had been a totally useless wreck at work today. Why couldn’t she pay attention? Why was it so hard to focus? Because Cooper is coming home today, of course. Any minute now, actually, and she was about to explode with every passing second. His flight had been scheduled to land at 5:40. She figured it wouldn’t take him long to get out of the airport, since he didn’t have checked baggage, only his carry-on. So maybe leaving by six. But that meant fighting the big city rush hour traffic.
I should have picked him up. Friday night traffic in Dallas is terrible. And he’s used to driving on the other side of the road, on the other side of the car. Oakville, the small town where they lived, was no problem, but that mess was another matter altogether. She glanced at the clock which hung above the back of her sofa 7:15. He could be here by now if he’d arrived at a quieter time of day, but as it was, he would likely be another hour if not more. Unable to sit still, Sam sprang from her armchair. I’m not going to pace for another hour. I’m not. What a waste of energy. She wanted all that pent up energy for Cooper, for a welcome-home he wouldn’t soon forget. One he wouldn’t be able to ignore. And what exactly are you trying to accomplish, Samantha? But she knew the answer. She wanted Cooper as addicted to her as she was to him. She wanted him freshly fucked and happy so when she posed her invitation, he would be inclined to accept. To that end, she’d put on the sexiest lingerie she owned; a black lace baby doll with a matching thong.
To kill time, she walked through her house, examining every room. The little one-story bungalow with its three bedrooms and two bathrooms had always seemed just right for her. But would it be big enough for two, supposing Cooper accepted? The front door opened into the living room, a good-sized space which extended along the entire front of the house. It was so spacious she had been able to divide it in half, with a sitting area to the right of the front door and an office to the left. Opposite the front door, the room opened into a hallway which led to the two first floor bedrooms. The master, with its tiny en suite and the guest room which she had converted into a workout room, along with a larger guest bath. Directly behind the living room was the large eat-in kitchen. It had been a mess of psychedelic roosters and outdated appliances when she bought the house, but with the help of her dad and brother, she had renovated it into a gourmet showpiece. At the back of the kitchen, stairs led down to the partially finished basement. The third bedroom was down there, as was her laundry area and some storage.
This was a good house. Nothing wrong with it. But would her boyfriend of a month want to share it with her? Who are you kidding, Sam? It’s not the house that will put him off. It’s the rush. He told you his last girlfriend broke his heart. Why would he want to hurry into living with you? But she couldn’t stop wanting him to. If this week-long separation had taught her any
thing, it was that she never wanted to be apart from Cooper again.
She climbed the basement stairs slowly, wondering how long it would take him to make his way home. Back in the living room, Sam flung herself onto the sofa, only to bounce up again in nervous agitation. Stop it! You’re acting like a nitwit.
She turned on the television and immediately clicked if off again. The sound grated on her nerves.
But what was that sound? It couldn’t be… but it was. Cooper’s key turning in the lock of her front door. The door opened and her man stepped into the room. She stepped forward and then froze at the sight of him. His handsome face acted on her like a magic spell, stopping her in her tracks. What’s wrong with you, girl? He’s been gone a week, not a year. And Cooper was good-looking, but no heartthrob. Just an attractive, everyday guy. Sam swallowed, suddenly shy of the overpowering feelings welling up inside her. Come ON Sam. You’ve been sleeping with him a month. What’s up with you?
“Cooper?”
“Hello, Samantha. Did you miss me?” He stepped into the room and shut the door.
His movement seemed to break her inertia. She launched herself into his arms and pulled his head down for a wild, forceful kiss.
“Guess that’s a yes,” he said, chuckling against her lips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, stabbing deep into the hot, silky depths. With her free hand she ripped open the button of his jeans and slipped her hand inside, caressing his penis. It rose eagerly under her touch, jumping with each stroke.
Cooper groaned. “Slow down, Samantha.”
“I can’t. Oh Cooper.” She kissed him again. Her passion seemed to be catching her lover on fire too. He scooped her up and turned, pinning her back against the wall and grinding his erection into her belly.
Sam whimpered with need and yanked on his jeans, sending them down around his ankles. His underwear quickly followed.
“Right here?” he asked, startled.
“Right now!” Sam insisted. She draped one leg over his hip and rose on tiptoe, glad Cooper was only average height, that she was no shrimp. They were able, barely, to align their bodies for penetration.
Cooper reached under the fluttering hem of Sam’s nightgown and slipped the strap of her thong to the side. Sam’s pussy clenched and ached with the need to be filled. She braced one arm around his shoulders. The other remained on the back of his neck, holding him in place for her plundering kisses. Cooper arched his hips and his cock eased into her eager hole.
“Ahhhh,” she sighed. Always a nice size, tonight Cooper’s erection felt enormous. It spread her tender pussy wide, seemingly wider than the dildo she’d used last night. He must be just as aroused as she was. He pulled back and thrust, hitting all the sensitive spots inside her and rubbing her clit as he went.
Sam came instantly, crying out in ecstasy as her pussy clamped down on his cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned and commenced to pounding her slit with hard deep thrusts that prevented her orgasm from ending, keeping her poised at the apex of pleasure while she whimpered in delight. He fucked her hard and deep, pleasuring her pussy with punishing thrusts. At last, he clutched her hips and drove all the way into her core, shouting as spurts of semen bathed her womb.
Sam hid her face in Cooper’s tee shirt, not in embarrassment. She felt simply overwhelmed.
He slipped out of her and shifted her thong back into place. Then he pulled up his underpants, leaving his jeans on the floor and led Sam to the sofa. Unwilling to break contact, she slid onto his lap.
“You okay, love?” he asked.
Sam shook herself. “Yes, Cooper. I’ve just been missing you a whole lot. Did you have a good trip?”
“Naw, it was boring. I would have, if you had been there.”
She smiled, then took a deep breath. “I have something I want to say, Cooper.
He grimaced. “Those are words a man dreads, Samantha.”
“No,” she laughed, a little nervously. “It’s something good, I promise.”
His grimace turned to a genuine smile, that warm, open-hearted grin that made her heart turn over. “In that case, I have something I want to tell you, too. Something good.”
Hmmm. “I bet it’s the same thing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Could be.”
“Let’s say it together. Ready? One, two three… I want us to move in together.”
“I love you,” Cooper said at the same moment.
“You do?” They asked in stereo, regarding each other, their eyes huge.
“Ladies first, Samantha. Explain.”
Her heart still pounding at Cooper’s unexpected declaration, Sam stammered a couple of times. “I… um… well.” Pull it together, woman! “I want us to move in together. You being gone was a lot harder than I thought. I mean, we both will have to travel for work sometimes, but you going home Sunday night is just as bad, and really not necessary. There’s plenty of room for you here, Cooper. Would you consider… making my home… our home?”
She gazed at him with pleading eyes.
“I might,” Cooper replied, “on one condition.”
“What would that be?”
“If you love me too. Do you, Samantha? Sometimes I think you do, but you never said so.” His casual tone was undermined by the intensity in his expression.
“Oh, Cooper. Of course I do.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips tenderly. “So will you then?”
He grinned. “Of course.”
Coming Home
1
“Is that the last of it?” Sam asked as Cooper hauled a box into her bedroom… their bedroom. Years of apartment living meant he didn’t have a huge number of possessions for her to find room for. But she had managed to squeeze a new dresser into her bedroom for him to put his clothes in. Her work garments had never filled the entire closet, so there was plenty of space for his shirts and slacks in there. She hung a pale blue polo shirt on a hanger and set it on the bar beside one of her floppy, oversized sweaters.
“Yep, that’s it, baby,” he replied with a wink. He opened the box and began lifting books onto the built-in bookshelf which formed the headboard of her bed. Her side was stacked two deep in romances. Now his side would have political thrillers, mysteries, and a fair bit of erotica. Some of it his own. She grinned. Having a published author for a boyfriend was exciting. As was the thought that her bed now had a ‘his side’. From now on, there would be no more Cooper going back to his apartment Sunday night.
They worked side-by-side for another hour, working Cooper’s possessions into Sam’s home, making it a place for two. At last they were finished. Hand in hand they walked into the kitchen for a drink of water before showering and brushing teeth. It was getting a bit late. Once the plan to move Cooper in had been hatched, they’d wasted no time putting it into action. Friday night plans had spurred Saturday morning action, and now it was Saturday night, and the newly cohabiting couple was ready to inaugurate their shared bed. Not that sex in this bed was anything new. In the month they’d been a couple, they must have fucked in it at least a dozen times. The difference was that now it was theirs, not just hers any longer.
Silently, Cooper slipped Sam’s bathrobe from her shoulders. She tugged the towel wrapped around his hips. They reached for each other in a classic embrace, her arms around his neck, his around her waist. They kissed, their bodies aligning naturally. Sam sighed as Cooper’s chest hair stimulated her nipples. He groaned as his penis became erect, pressing into the softness of her lower belly.
“I love you, Cooper,” she murmured against his lips. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I love you, Samantha. I’m glad you wanted me to be.”
He stroked his fingers up and down her sides. They took their time kissing, knowing that the loving would soon be taking place and there was no need to rush. Eventually it appeared the temptation of Sam’s little breasts was too much for Cooper. He stroked up her rib cage and captured one in his hand, gently shaping the delicate swell befo
re plucking her nipple to eager life. He released her mouth and looked deep into her eyes for an endless moment before lowering his head and capturing the straining morsel between his lips. He tugged, and an answering tug of arousal echoed through her belly.
Sam laced her fingers of one hand through the back of Cooper’s hair and urged him to stay put and tend to her, and with her other hand she reached low to grip his erection. She stroked and fondled the thick shaft, the sensitive head, the soft, crinkled testicles. Cooper groaned and released her to pay homage to her other eager breast.
Abruptly, he seemed to become overwhelmed by their play, and he gripped her bottom with both hands, scooping her off her feet.
Sam wrapped her legs around Cooper’s waist as he tipped her backwards through the air to land on the mattress. He ravaged her mouth with wild, tender kisses as he nudged his cock between the swollen lips of her slit. Finding wetness, he pressed. Always eager, Sam’s pussy swallowed every inch of him. The penetration made her cry out and arch her whole body. Her head tilted back. Cooper bit her throat sharply. That would leave a mark, she thought, for her patrons to see on Monday. Their relationship was no secret, but she did try to be circumspect… most of the time.
Cooper set up a delicious slow rhythm, pulling his cock almost entirely out of her pussy before sliding all the way back in again. They were such a perfect match physically that every thrust rubbed directly across her g-spot. Sam whimpered and squirmed at the exquisite stimulation.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he growled in her ear.
“God, yes,” she gritted out, her hips shifting to accommodate him better. “So good.”
He looped his elbows under her knees and lifted her bottom up off the bed. In this position, he could fuck her even deeper.
“Oh!” Sam sobbed. “Oh, Cooper!”
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Come for me. Come loud. I want your neighbors to know how good I can give it to you.”
Cooper’s hot words ignited a firestorm of painfully intense spasms in Sam’s core. Her pussy squeezed down hard on the thick cock inside it and she screamed in ecstasy, thrashing her head from side to side. Her nails dug into Cooper’s shoulders as he rode her hard through her orgasm. It peaked, faded and then began again while he drove into her, claiming her, it seemed. Marking her as his woman. As though I haven’t been all along. But she enjoyed his possessiveness.
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