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Promotion Ch. 01

By: emma579



Jane let herself into the apartment, sighing with relief. Finally home, she thought. She set her laptop bag beside the hall tree and slipped out of her coat, hanging it up. She was listening to see if Sam was home, thinking about what she could make for dinner and how soon she could slip into a hot bath.

As she turned towards the hall tree to hang up her purse, she started when she felt someone behind her. Large hands covered her eyes and she went still, inhaling Sam's familiar scent. "You're home," she murmured, relaxing back against his broad chest. His arms circled her and he pressed a kiss against the curve of her throat.

"Not only home," he murmured, brushing his lips over her skin lightly, making her shiver, "But I've taken care of dinner." His hands shifted, turning her, sliding into her hair as his mouth lowered to hers. He kissed her deeply, savoring the familiar, but intoxicating flavor of her.

"My hero," she murmured, pressing her body to his as she leaned into his kiss. His teeth nipped her bottom lip as he met her eyes, seeing the dark arousal in her blue gaze.

"I want you to go up and take a shower," Sam whispered, teasing her lips with his tongue, his hands slowly easing her suit jacket off her shoulders. "Relax a little...slip into something comfortable." His hands were warm on her blouse, sliding over her back. "Give me about 15 minutes to get dinner together."

"Okay," she sighed, melting against him. It took all his willpower to turn her towards the stairs and giving her a little push. She swayed a little, her lithe body so professional in the slim grey skirt and thin cream blouse, but he knew the feel of every inch her curves. She stepped out of her heels as she headed to the steps and he had to hold his breath to stop the words begging her to take off her skirt...to show him those thigh-high stockings shifting to pale, soft, silky sweet hip...he bit back the groan as she glanced back over her shoulder with that special smile he loved. Watching her tight ass sway as she stepped up...Sam had to tear his eyes away, shifting restlessly as his cock strained painfully against his jeans.

With half an ear listening to the shower, Sam finished reheating the take out food. He dug through the hall closet for the blanket they used for football games and then spread it out on the living room floor. He knelt before the gas fireplace, turning it on until there was a nice flame and light heat radiating into the room. He stirred the food, then gathered the candles he'd picked up on his way to the restaurant. 

Returning to the living room, he carefully placed the candles around the room and lit them. Turning off the lamps, he stood for a moment, surveying the scene he'd set. Perfect, he thought, just the type of thing that made Jane melt...and a soft, sweet Jane would be a tasty treat for dessert. Delivering the news of his promotion and the accompanying trip to Europe would go better when she was limp and sated.

Upstairs, Jane turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower. She knew something was up...Sam wasn't usually home this early and the fact that he'd thought about dinner meant that he had something to tell her. She wondered what it was...maybe something at work? Toweling off, she wondered if she should have suggested they share the shower. He'd been stressed this week and had been up late working more than once. She missed him when work wasn't going well. She missed his hands on her, his mouth on her...maybe after dinner she could seduce him...

With that thought in mind, she wandered naked into the bedroom. Maybe something special for dinner, she thought, opening the lingerie drawer and sliding her fingers over the lace and silk within. She pulled out a pale blue teddy -- the one Sam had bought her for Christmas -- and the matching robe. Slipping it on, she slid her hands over her bare skin, then over the lace, remembering the look in his eyes when she'd put it on the first time. That hunger, the way his hands had trembled before grabbing hold, the way his breath had been hot as he'd pressed his mouth to her breast...

Sam spooned the pasta from the restaurant container onto the dinner plates. Referring to the instructions provided by his buddy (chef at said restaurant), he surveyed the meal. It looked almost as good as if they were at the restaurant. Maybe with the candles...He heard the footsteps at the top of the stairs and almost swore. Butterflies, he thought, butterflies just as bad as their first date, the first time she'd met his mother...the first time he'd told her he loved her. Now or never, he told himself, carrying the plates into the dim living room and setting them on the coffee table. He walked out into the front entry, turned towards the stairs...and stopped dead.

Jane slowly stepped down another step, her eyes locked on Sam's. The stunned look on his face made her nervous and yet aroused her even more. He was looking at her like...Her palms were damp as she finished walking down the stairs and stood before him. "Sam...?" Her voice came out in a husky whisper.

"Wow." He cleared his throat and gave her a sexy smile. His hands went to her shoulders, feeling the slick silk under his palm and imagining sliding it away to touch her soft skin. "You're beautiful."

"You picked out the blue one," she smiled, stepping just a little closer to go up to her toes and kiss him. His hands tightened on her shoulders as his mouth pressed to hers hungrily. Jane made a little sound in her throat, half-moan half-whimper, and Sam's tongue slipped between her lips to tease hers. Heat exploded under her skin even as he pushed the robe off her shoulders and ran his palms over her skin.

"I picked the right one," he murmured, fighting the urge to just carry her up to bed. He saw her eyes wander over his shoulder and widen and remembered the living room. "I have something for you."

"So I see," she murmured as he led her into the dimly lit room. She sighed at the romance of it, her eyes circling the room, taking in the flickering light, the food, the blanket on the floor.

"It's too cold out for a picnic...but this seemed just right," Sam offered, taking her hand and pulling her towards the blanket. "Have a seat."

"It's my turn to say wow," she smiled as she slowly sat, looking up at him. She saw the bulge in his jeans and her mouth watered...touching him, tasting him...she wanted him now.

"I got your favorite from Tony," Sam started, but his eyes caught hers and held. She saw the arousal and shifted up to her knees, reaching for him. Sam allowed her to hook her fingers in his belt loops to draw him closer. Dinner was forgotten as she tugged open his belt, his jeans, releasing his hard cock and making him groan in relief.

"I hope you don't mind, but there's something I want before dinner," she murmured, sliding her fingers around his thick shaft.

"Who could...damn, Janie," he growled as she slid his penis between her lips. His cock swelled as she took him deep, making a sound of pleasure as she swallowed his rigid flesh. Her hands curled in the waist of his jeans and tugged them down as her mouth began to move, sliding his cock in and out. Sam's body was tense, tight, and hot, every drop of blood throbbing in his groin as she suckled him. 

He tasted like salt and Sam, hot and erotic. Jane slid her hands over his thighs, feeling the strength in his muscles, smiling to herself at the tremor she felt as he held himself back. So strong...but so vulnerable to her teasing mouth.

Sam looked down at her -- the almost backless lace teddy exposing her spine all the way to where the light blue thong disappeared between those firm cheeks, her blond head bobbing as she sucked his cock eagerly. Her small hands stroked his skin and he placed his hands over hers, giving her a light squeeze to show his pleasure. "Janie..." his voice was husky and low, "That feels so good, baby."

Her hands flexed under his as she increased the pressure of her lips around his shaft. He felt his cock swell even more, his balls tightening...no, he wouldn't cum in her mouth, not tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about Jane. His hands caught her head, eased her back. "Sweetie, I want you," he murmured, looking down into her wide eyes, the sapphire blue darkened with desire. Her lips were red, slightly swollen, and he bent to kiss her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he lowered himself to his knees on the blanket.

"I wanted to taste you...to taste your cum," she murmured as he eased her down onto her back. He groaned as she stared up at him with a sexy smile, her hair spread over the dark blue flannel. His hands fumbled with the ribbons woven into the front of her teddy, loosening the lace until he could slowly slide it down her body. She squirmed and rocked with him, her growing nudity even more arousing as she moved restlessly, erotically, under him. The tightness in his groin increased and he clenched his jaw, running stats in his head to distract himself.

"I want to taste you too, baby," he growled, lowering his head to press kisses to her belly, "and bury my cock in your sweet cunt." She moaned, tilting her hips as he moved lower, spreading her legs wider.

"Please, Sam," she whimpered. With another groan, he hooked her knees over his elbows and spread her swollen pink flesh with his fingers. She glistened in the candlelight, juicy and plump and he stroked his tongue over her, savoring the salty sweetness of her arousal. Jane squirmed as much as she could under his grip as he teased, tasted, and feasted on her pussy. Her hands clutched at the blanket beneath her as she moaned breathlessly.

Sam couldn't get enough. He craved the taste of her...even more than her sweetness were the noises she made...helplessly aroused, desperate for him. His cock ached to be inside her as he thrust his tongue against her hole, teasing a gasp from her as her hips bucked. Flicking the tip of his tongue inside her quivering pussy, he shifted one hand to stroke his thumb over her clit. Her body bowed up as she cried out and he increased the press of his thumb as he closed his lips over her cunt, suckling. Jane cried out again, her body jerking as she came, her hot cum spilling into his mouth as he sucked greedily. "Damn, baby," he groaned, lapping at her creamy juices, "You taste so sweet."

"Please..." Her hands reached for him, stroked his hair, and he lifted his head, smiling at her. She looked dazed and sultry, perfect for sex. Rising to his knees, Sam peeled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She licked her lips as her eyes wandered over his bare chest. "Oh, yes..."

Sam grinned, working off his jeans. He knelt between her thighs, leaning over her to kiss her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hand stroked her wet pussy until she moved her hips with his motion. He shifted forward, positioning his cock against his palm and sliding it down until his head fit against her cunt. Jane's fingers curled in his hair as she nipped at his lip with her teeth, her eyes hot and hungry on his. 

"Fuck me," she murmured, "Fuck me with that big cock." Sam grinned again...she knew how he liked her to tell him exactly what she wanted, in the dirtiest terms. He thrust suddenly, his cock penetrating and filling her with one smooth stroke. Her body arched to his as she moaned, her head tipping back as her eyes closed in pleasure. "Yes..."

Sam groaned, driving his cock into her again and again in a quick, hard rhythm that had her writhing beneath him. Her pussy was hot, tight, and yet slick enough to make each stroke glide deep. The feel of her body against his, the little sounds she made, the musky scent of her arousal was familiar and yet so pleasurable that he knew he wouldn't last long. All he wanted was to feel her cum around his cock before he lost it.

"Harder, Sam, fuck me harder," Jane panted, her hands clutching his shoulders, her fingers restless, her hips meeting his with each stroke. Sam clenched his jaw and drove himself into her cunt as hard as he could, pounding his body to hers. She gasped and arched, wrapping her legs around his waist as he drilled down into her pussy again and again.

Sam fisted his hands in the blanket on either side of her, sweat coating his back as the heat grew in his body. His cock was burning, his balls heavy, his skin tight and he knew it was only a matter of moments. He rocked his hips with each thrust, rubbing himself against her folds and clit each time he buried himself inside her. She bucked, sobbed, and her hands slid off his shoulders, clutching first at his upper arms, then his wrists as she began to shudder. "Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse and desperate, "Cum on my cock, Janie."

"Sam!" Her voice broke as she suddenly arched against him, her pussy clamping around his shaft. He ground his hips to hers, his cock swelling within her even as she tightened around him, his balls clenching. He felt the rush of heat as she came, her cum enveloping him, splashing over his balls as she sobbed in pleasure. 

He bore down, forcing the last fractions of his erection inside her rippling pussy, feeling his cock pulse. Sam erupted inside her, ejaculating again and again as he groaned. He buried his face in her neck, feeling her shuddering beneath him, her hands shaking where they held his wrists, her pussy milking his cock like greedy fingers. He felt himself empty, enveloped within her soft wet heat, spent and satisfied. Easing back, he lowered himself to the blanket beside her, spooning her against his body to keep her warm as she snuggled drowsily into his embrace.

"I love you," she whispered, one of her hands catching his, her lips pressing to his palm.

"I love you too, baby," he murmured, "We let dinner get cold..." She turned her head and gave him a sleepy grin. "I have news," he hated the hesitation in his voice, but this was what the whole night was about.

"I figured," she teased lightly, shifting a little to be able to face him.

"I got the promotion," he explained, stilling her response with one finger to her lips, "But it means a two week long trip to Europe." Her eyes met his and he only saw happiness...it confused him.

"Bring me something lacy from Paris," she whispered, "Something you can tear off me when you get home." He groaned at the image, burying his face in her shoulder. Her fingers played with his hair. "Did you think I'd be upset?" she asked in confusion.

"Two weeks is a long time," he said slowly. Jane laughed.

"We can have phone sex every evening if you want," she answered, her fingers trailing over his cheek, "I can tell how it feels when my fingers stroke my pussy." His groan made her smile. "Sam, it's what you wanted from your job. We'll work the us part out."

"You'll still be at work when it's evening in Europe," Sam murmured, plans forming in his mind.

"So call me at work," Jane teased, shifting and using her weight to suddenly roll him to his back, coming up on top of him, "I'll blush and stammer while you tell me every thing you want to do to me." She shifted her hips, rubbing herself against his cock as he hardened again. "I'll have to pretend that you're not talking dirty, pretend that I'm not thinking of fucking you, while everyone's working around me. Pretend I'm not getting hot just listening to you and imagining your cock inside me. Maybe I'll even have to excuse myself and go to the ladies room to touch myself..."

"You're such a dirty girl," Sam groaned, grasping her hips as he thrust up, his cock penetrating her sensitive cunt and making her arch up with a moan. "I wish I could take you with me, fuck you all over Europe." He bucked underneath her, making her clutch his arms and gasp.

"God, Sam, you feel so good," she managed even as she rode his cock, driving his head against her core. "More...fuck me more, Sam," she whispered, rocking her hips against his, "Two weeks is a long time to be apart..."

Promotion Ch. 02



Sam pulled the SUV into an empty parking lot and pulled out his cell phone. He was finally home after 13 days in Europe. After 13 days without Jane. They'd talked at least twice a day during his trip. 

He'd call her at the end of his day...catching her at work and giving her a lunch time thrill. She'd admitted after the first call that listening to him describe how he was touching himself, how he was imagining her body on his...she had gone into the ladies room and stroked herself to climax. He had found that more erotic than he'd expected.

He'd call her a second time when she was home...so that she could return the favor. He'd cum hard listening to her describe her own masturbation...her fingers stroking her pussy, burrowing inside. Her moans had sent heat spiraling into his groin. Her breathless words, then the gasp as she came...his cum had erupted at almost the same moment.

Sam had organized and pushed and prodded to get all his meetings done a day early and had caught the earliest flight he could. He had plans for this evening, he thought, smiling to himself as he dialed his home number.

"Hello?" Jane's voice was in his ear, cheerful and welcome.

"What are you wearing, love?" Sam growled. He heard her breath catch and imagined her smiling in anticipation. His cock tightened with his own anticipation.

"Sam...I've been waiting for your call," she sighed, "I can't wait until you get home. I need you...and your cock." Sam found himself grinning.

"I'll be home before you know it, babe," he replied, setting the cell on speaker and pulling back onto the road.

"It was a long day," Jane murmured. Sam heard a creak in the background and knew she was going up the stairs towards the bedroom. "You didn't call at lunch and I missed you."

"You said you had meetings and I got caught up and couldn't get away," Sam answered, thinking about the flight, about how bored he'd been and how frustrated by the woman with two screaming children sitting across the aisle from him. "I wanted to be with you so badly."

"I had to step out of the meeting and be alone," Jane purred. Sam felt his cock twitch as he smiled again. The thought of her, hiding from her coworkers, touching herself because she needed his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock inside her...his skin felt hot against his clothing.

"You haven't told me what you're wearing," Sam prompted. He was minutes from the house. His plan was to get her started and be able to enter the house and watch her climax before revealing he was home...and then sharing another orgasm together.

"Nothing at all, baby," she whispered, her voice husky, "As soon as I heard the phone ring, I slipped out of that green silk robe you bought me." He could picture the robe in his head...and her naked body. "As soon as I heard your voice, I couldn't help myself."

"Couldn't help what, Janie?" Sam asked, his voice rough.

"I want your hands on me, Sam," she murmured. He could picture her on their bed as he turned into their subdivision and his foot pressed a little harder on the gas pedal. "I can't help touching myself, wishing it was you."

"Where are you touching yourself," Sam whispered, "Tell me about it. Tell me how it feels." He forced himself to slow down. Getting a ticket and prolonging the trip home was not something he wanted to risk.

"Oh, Sam," Jane purred, "I'm touching my breasts, Sam, pinching my nipples. Ooh, Sam, that feels good. When I pinch them, I can feel a flutter in my belly."

"My mouth is watering, Janie," Sam answered, "I want to suck on your nipples. I can't wait to stroke your breasts with my hands, with my tongue."

"I want that too," she said, "I feel so...hot and tingly. I wish..."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into their driveway. "Soon, baby," he murmured, reassuringly, "Are you wet? I want you to touch your lips and see. Tell me if you're wet." He moved as quietly as possible, opening the door, stifling a groan as his pants strained over his growing erection.

"Oh..." Her moan had him groaning again, unable to hold it back as he pictured her naked body. He wanted to touch her as much as she told him she needed him to. "Sam, I'm so wet. Just rubbing my fingers on my folds...I'm already so close to cumming. I need you, Sam."

"Stroke it, baby," he managed, even though the zipper on his slacks was digging into his thick shaft. He carefully slipped into the house and reset the alarm, listening to her moans in his ear. She was as close as she claimed. He could hear it in her voice and couldn't wait to see...he climbed the stairs, carefully avoiding the creaky fourth stair.

"Oh, Sam, my pussy is so...I can't wait any longer," Jane whimpered.

"Get a toy, baby, get one of our toys and slide it in your cunt," Sam growled, "I want to hear how it feels when you fuck yourself with a toy." They had a vibrator and a glass dildo in the nightstand for playing. 

Sam was just outside the bedroom now, standing out of sight and in the dark. His mouth was dry as he watched Jane fumble with the nightstand drawer. One of the bedside lamps was on and spilled golden light over her pink skin. Her breasts were full, her nipples tight, and he could see her arousal. He wanted to touch, to taste...but made himself hold back.

He watched as she slid back into bed, spreading her legs and sliding the toy against her folds. He could hear her moan in concert -- in one ear through the phone and the other through the open bedroom door. He couldn't believe how erotic it was to watch her, to listen to her as she aroused herself. 

Sam watched as Jane slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy. Her moans became breathless. His cock threatened to rip right through his pants as her back arched, her breasts thrusting up as she pushed the dildo deeper. Her heels dug into the bedding as she pulled the toy back and thrust it deep again. As it penetrated, she cried out...and Sam groaned.

With a breathless scream, Jane started to sit up, the phone falling off the side of the bed as she crossed her arm over her chest.

Sam hurried forward, torn between reassuring her and tearing open his pants to fuck her as fast and as hard as he could. "It's me, baby," he growled, catching her hand before she could pull the dildo away from her pussy, "I wanted to surprise you."

"Sam?" She was still caught up in her arousal and, as he guided her hand to thrust the dildo back into her cunt, she shuddered.

"God, baby, you're so hot," he panted, his hand over hers, fucking her with the toy. Her hips rocked as she moaned. His free hand tugged at his slacks, struggling frantically to get the fly open. He could smell her, the musky scent of her arousal surrounding him and arousing him even more. He was going to explode if he didn't get inside her soon. 

Sam pressed harder with the toy and she began to writhe, sobbing. Her hand pulled from under his, clutching at his wrist as she rocketed towards orgasm. Her cries rose as she bucked against his hand and he added a twist to the thrust. Jane arched with a cry and he felt the rush of cum against his fingers.

Desperate, he yanked at the slacks and felt the button pop as the zipper finally gave and his cock surged free. He pulled the toy away, tossing it to the mattress as he shifted onto the bed on his knees. With a hoarse groan, Sam positioned his cock and thrust deep with one smooth stroke.

Jane arched and cried out again, her pussy muscles rippling and spasming around his shaft, stroking him. He groaned, drawing back and thrusting deep again. Taking her at her orgasm was even more incredible than he'd expected. He fucked her hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt again and again, his hands fisted in the bedding as he gave in to all the needs that had built up over the past 13 days.

"SAM!" Jane screamed as she came again, even as his cock erupted, spewing hot cum deep inside her body. Sam clenched his jaw, pumping his hips against hers, his cock bursting again and again.

As his cock emptied, he shook, suddenly exhausted. He slipped his cock free of her shuddering, wet pussy with a slurping sound that had him groaning again and Jane whimpering. He shifted her further onto the bed and then collapsed to the bed beside her. Sam slid her into his arms, cradling her against his body, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. The familiar feel of her, the warm sexy scent of her...everything he'd missed while he had been away.

"Surprise, Janie," he murmured, curling a finger in her hair, "I couldn't wait any longer to come home."

"I'm glad you did," she whispered, "Although you scared the wits out of me."

"Your wits were lost to the sex, not fear, baby," Sam teased, "But, I want to tell you..." His lips pressed to the back of her neck, his tongue trailing up towards her ear. "Watching you fuck yourself was so many times more erotic than even listening to you, than anything I'd imagined while I was gone...I will never get it out of my head."

"I can't believe you...," she started, but trailed off as his hand stroked over her breast.

"Every time I hear that moan, I'll remember you and that toy," he whispered, "I almost came just watching you." 

"Then I guess I'll have to give you another show some time," she purred, snuggling closer to him. She felt his lips smile against her cheek. "Now what kind of lacy thing did you bring me from France...I hope it's something you'll rip off me as you take me..."