Danny and Sam have been married for a few months, and they are very happy together. Danny got a job with the Guys in White, working on the inside to keep them away from his fellow ghosts. Also, he made a lot of money working with them. Plus, although Sam was partial to black, she thought her husband looked pretty dang sexy in white.
Read on as Sam is at home, and Danny arrives... See what our happy couple does on this lovely spring evening...
Pizza and Purple Lace
Sam's POV
I had been doing some spring cleaning around the house, but I had become very distracted by my music blaring over our sound system. I danced around the house, my broom was my microphone and my dance partner. I sang out at the top of my lungs.
Another song ended, and I put the broom away.
I sighed, happy to be in my element. I was so caught up in my own little world that I didn't even hear him walk in the front door. I didn't hear him come up behind me.
I had just started listening to a song I really liked when I felt strong arms wrap around me and I was suddenly being kissed on the neck.
"EEEK!" I squealed, "DANNY!" He picked me up off the bench and spun me around.
"Honeyyyy, I'm hoooome!" He taunted, placing my feet on the floor and holding me close to his chest as he planted light, feathery kisses all over my face.
"I can see that," I giggled as he pressed his soft, warm lips to mine in a short but passionate closed mouth kiss. "Welcome home, sweetheart." He laughed, burying his face in my neck.
"You have no idea," he said, his voice low and husky, "How nice it is to come home to you like this." He kissed a sensitive spot on the side of my neck, making me moan softly.
"Mmm... Like this...?" I wondered out loud, tracing my finger along his shoulder as he lifted my head back up to look into his eyes.
"You, just like this," Danny said, cupping my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks and chin as he talked sensuously. "Dressed like it's a lazy day, still in your pajamas at six pm. I really like these pajamas, by the way." I laughed, placing my right hand over his left hand stroking my cheek.
"These aren't necessarily pajamas," I argued. I was wearing my black yoga pants, which were too tight to wear as anything but pajamas, really, but I wore them around the house without much care. After all, who was going to see me? My husband? I definitely didn't mind if he saw me wearing pants that were no better than wearing undies all day.
Besides the sleek black pants I was wearing I had on one of my favorite tee shirts I got at a rock concert. Besides that, I wasn't wearing a tank top and you could faintly see the outline of my lacy purple bra. Usually I reserved that particular bra for wearing with thicker shirts, since it didn't help much with concealing my nipples when I became aroused, but I had chosen this one today because it was comfortable.
"They are pajamas if you sleep in them," my husband insisted. I smiled at that.
"I usually don't sleep with anything on, thanks to you," I pointed out. Danny blinked his blue eyes, taken by surprise by my comeback. He opened your mouth to say something, anything.
"Touché," he sighed. "Either way, you look really hot. Even with this ridiculous hairstyle." He reached behind my head and carefully took the clip out, watching as my black hair cascaded down my back.
"Oh, Sam, your hair is getting so long," he said. "I love it." He ran his fingers through it, playfully at first... But his movements quickly became sensual and seductive. He stroked my hair gently, massaging my scalp and pulling lightly on the silky strands. I saw his eyes suddenly darken with lust as he stared at me while playing with my hair, and I felt myself getting turned on too. There's just something about having my hair messed with that just gets me in this mood...
"Mmm, Danny..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in for a tender kiss. I stroked his lips with mine, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it gently, eliciting a quiet moan from my beloved. I parted my lips slightly, his lips immediately sliding into place; our mouths fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces. We kissed passionately for a few minutes before he decided he wanted more than just to kiss me.
"Sam," he sighed into my mouth. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." I smiled, running the fingers of my right hand lightly over his soft lips before rubbing down his neck and shoulder. He smiled back at me, amused by my playful antics.
"Where were you thinking?" I asked, rubbing his slim shoulders for a moment before my hands began venturing down to his lean chest. I rubbed the hard muscle through his sexy white shirt... I couldn't wait to get him out of these clothes...
"Well, we could go upstairs to bed," he suggested. I groaned in mock disappointment.
"That's soooo far awaaay!" I teased. Danny seemed to take me seriously, though. "Okay," he said, thinking for a moment before continuing.
"We could do it somewhere down here if you want. We don't have to go upstairs." I giggled. So out of character for me when I'm with anyone but him. I could always be myself around him, I'd never had to worry about him judging me. What kind of Goth girl giggles? ...I do... When I'm with my husband, Danny Fenton.
I might as well get used to that.
"Sure!" I stood up on my tip toes and planted a kiss on his cheek before grabbing his hand to lead him into the living room. I figured we could take it to the couch. But Danny had another plan.
"AAAHH!" I shrieked in delight as he swept me off my feet and carried me into the den and laid me down on the floor in front of the fireplace. "What on earth, Danny?"
He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me deeply, plunging his velvety tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back, desperately entwining my tongue with his, loving him, tasting him... The kiss was over far too quickly, and my ghost boy pulled away, leaving me breathless.
"Stay here," he ordered, tickling my chin before going ghost and vanishing from the room. I wondered what "stay here" meant. I figured I'd be okay to stand up to shut off the lights and turn on the gas fireplace. Set the mood.
I sat back down on the floor, burying my fingers in the soft carpet. I was so glad we had a comfortable floor. I figured Danny were planning on having sex right here in front of the fireplace, and that idea may not have thrilled me as much if we had an uncomfortable floor.
"Hey, there, gorgeous." I heard his voice and I looked up to see him floating in the air with pillows and blankets in hand. Pillows, blankets... And...
"A can of whipped cream?" I asked incredulously. "Wow, you must be really horny." He didn't answer. He didn't really have to... He changed back from ghost to normal, and I could see that he had a massive erection trying to break free from his pants. But he smiled at me sheepishly, and I smiled back. I wasn't displeased...
I always knew he liked whipped cream, but this was definitely going to be one of our firsts. I was looking forward to it.
"Well, let's get started, shall we?" I said, peeling off my tee shirt, revealing my bra... Which did little to hide my hardened nipples. I saw him staring and I blushed.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's horny," he smirked and I giggled. I wasn't going to deny it. I was most definitely horny. Extremely so.
"I love it when you get like this," I sighed as Danny sat down beside me, wrapping me in his arms. My heart almost stopped beating when he kissed my neck with controlled passion, his tongue darting out and drawing tiny, wet circles on my flesh.
"When I get like what?" He murmured into my smooth white skin, kissing me again as he awaited my answer.
"When you get like this," I breathed out. I closed my eyes as I talked, trying to focus on what I was saying instead of on the wonderful, tickling, hot sensations he was pleasuring me with.
"When you come home and seduce me like this, wanting to make love with me before you do anything else. Before you eat, before you shower, before you- OH, CRAP." I tensed up and he looked at me in confusion.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his hands resting on my trim waist, the lust in his blue eyes suddenly replaced by concern. I stumbled as I tried to stand up, and fell into his arms.
"I forgot to put the casserole in the oven," I groaned, burying my face in his chest, appalled. "I'm such an idiot." He rolled your eyes and poked me in the ribs teasingly.
"That's not so bad, just go stick it in there now." I looked up at him sadly. I wanted to cry. How pitiful is at?
"It takes two hours in the oven and another half hour resting in the pan to cook all the way through." His smiled faded. No casserole. Houston, we have a problem.
"Oh," he said, his dark brow furrowed. Suddenly, a smile lit upon his face and you reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and messed with it for a minute. Then he were talking.
"Hello? Hi, I'd like to order a fancy pizza dinner for two, please. What kind of pizza? Uh, Sam, what kind of pizza do you want?" I smiled at him, once again reminded that I was married to a genius and a perfect darling.
"Something vegetarian," I said, winking at Danny cheekily. He stuck his tongue out at me before continuing.
"What do you have without meat? Mmmmhmmm... Mmhmmmmm... Wait, what's on that one? Tomatoes, spinach, cheese, white sauce, arti- what? Artichokes...?" He looked over at me, and I gave you a thumbs up. He sighed, making a face. He was judging artichokes before he even tried them. Typical Danny. Always paranoid about my vegetables.
"I never should have asked," he mumbled before confirming the order, giving our address, and hanging up on the ever reliable pizza man. "Pizza will be here in thirty minutes, or it's freeee..." He wrapped strong arms around my waist and pressed his forehead to mine, planting a kiss on my nose. I smiled, letting out a small sigh of relief and happiness.
"Thanks, babe, you're amazing," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the lips. He kissed me back, grabbing my butt and squeezing gently before beginning to caress me.
"No, you're amazing," he said after he broke the seal between our mouths. "But you know what would be more amazing?" I leaned my head onto his shoulder.
"No... What?" He kissed my ear seductively before fingering my bra strap. "Oh. I think I know... Getting naked? Would that be amazing enough?" He kissed me on the neck, hard. I thought there may be a nice hickey there later.
"That would be perfect," he growled, swiftly stripping me of my bra before reaching for my pants.
"Calm down, ghost boy," I said, grabbing his hands and placing them on my naked breasts, kissing him on the cheek as I began unbuttoning his shirt ever so slowly. "We need to take turns and play nice." He sighed, beginning to slowly massage my naked breasts as I slowly stripped off his work shirt and undershirt. Then he stopped touching my breasts in order to help me take off my pants. I was standing before him in my silky purple panties, and nothing else...
"Ohhh, Samantha Fenton," he breathed, staring at me. "What have I ever done to deserve this?" He reached out and cupped my left breast in his hand, wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck, kissing me soundly. "You're so beautiful, Sam," he moaned. "I love you so much!"
Again, he crushed his hot lips to mine, opening my mouth with his, dipping his probing tongue inside, tasting my tongue.
"Mmm," I moaned into his kiss, rubbing his chest and kissing him back with all the passion I could. Our tongues were twisting and turning and tasting each other freely. So hot. I felt myself growing wet with arousal and knew that pretty soon I wouldn't be able to control myself.
"Danny, please," I gasped out when I felt his clothed erection press forward against my abdomen. "You're a little overdressed..." I hooked my fingers in his waistband and tugged down. His belt was already gone, and it took me a moment to unbutton and unzip your pants so that I could slide them down.
I got on my knees to help him step out of his pants, and looked up. I was head to head with his erection, separated only by a couple inches of space and the fabric of his boxers. I glanced up at his face, and slowly slid my hands up his legs from his ankles up to the inside of his thighs. I maintained eye contact as I gripped his boxers and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side, as I looked forward at his hard, six inch cock.
I felt a thrill of excitement rush through my body as I gripped Danny's throbbing member in my hands, and began to pump it for all I was worth. At one point he cried out and his knees buckled, and I thought he was going to come in my hands.
Instead he lowered himself onto the ground and laid down on his back, allowing me to climb on top and position myself over him. I stripped off my soaked panties and tossed them aside, caring only about satisfying our mutual lust.
I lowered myself down until the very tip of his member was resting on my shaven, glistening pussy lips. Easing onto the thick shaft about an inch or two, I coated the purple head of his cock with my own juices by moving around for a minute. And then I slowly, teasingly slid down onto his shaft, penetrating myself as far as I could go, relishing the feeling of the hot, thick muscle filling up my moist tunnel.
"Aahhhhh," I sighed, resting my hips against his. I felt his hard balls pressed into my body, spreading a searing heat throughout my nether regions as I relished the pressure, the heat, the feeling of being so filled. He moaned beneath me, craving movement. I slowly began to ease myself up and down on him, wanting it to last as long as possible.
I thought that maybe I would fuck him like this until our pizza arrived, then I'd throw on a coat and answer the door when the delivery man got here. But, once again, Danny had a different plan.
Suddenly I wasn't on top anymore. He had grabbed hold of me and flipped us both over, not wasting any time as he began to thrust in and out, as hard and deep as he could. As fast as he could.
He kissed me passionately, his tongue moving in time with his hips as he slammed his rock hard cock deep inside my body. This went on for five, ten, fifteen minutes... The pizza delivery man was due to arrive any minute. Or the pizza would be freeeeee...
I giggled at the sudden recollection of Danny, my wonderful husband, saying those silly sounding words. He smiled too, and pulled his mouth away from mine, buried his face in my neck, and continued to fuck me as deep and hard as he could. Suddenly, he hit my sweet spot.
"OOOHHH, Danny!" I cried out, arching my back and lifting my hips in attempt to meet the rapid thrusts. "Oh GOD, you feel SO GOOOOD!" And then I thought I heard the doorbell in the background.
Why would anyone be ringing the doorbell...? Oh, right. The pizza.
"Danny... The pizza guy..." I could barely talk. I braced myself by anchoring my hands in his thick black hair, forcing him to look me in the eyes.
"What...?" He asked, not pausing for a moment. We were having hot, intense, beautiful sex and attempting to carry on a conversation at the same time.
"The pizza guy... Mmmm... Ooooohhhh!" He hit my sweet spot again, causing me to buck my hips uncontrollably into his as I experienced my first orgasm of the night.
"Oooooohhhhhh! OOOoooohhh! OH- OOOOHHH! DAAANNNYYYY!" I was so incredibly loud. There was no way anyone outside our front door couldn't hear us. I wondered if the pizza guy was at all turned on by our moans and screams of pure sexual pleasure.
Danny was breathing hard, moaning, calling out my name in ecstasy as he pumped in and out of my hot, wet, tight pussy. You kept on pumping through my orgasm, even when it was over. Slowly I could feel another one building up. I was loving the tight feeling of your cock slamming into my pussy, filling it with it's length and girth. I loved the wet, hot sensations. I could feel my walls pulsating and throbbing around his solid member.
Minutes passed by, and suddenly he were shouting out my name.
"SAAAMMM, I'm getting CLOSE!" Danny was sweating, his movements growing more and more desperate. He latched onto my hips for support and threw his head back as he neared his limit.
"OOOOOooooohhhhhhhh! Sam, I'm going to come!" I wrapped my legs around his slim waist in an effort to allow him better access to my depths and I reached around his neck with my hands and held onto his hair tightly. I was going to climax any moment, and I figured now was as good a time as any.
"Aaaahhhhhh! Danny! I am too! I'm going to come again!" He began to thrust faster than ever before, letting out a loud, wordless moan of intense pleasure.
"Sam! OH GOD, SAM! I'M COMING!" He cried out stiffening inside me as he thrusted forward one last time before letting go of his boiling white seed as I climaxed with him. My tight walls convulsed around his leaking member, milking every last drop of the sticky, white substance from his cock until it was soft and supple, still buried to the hilt inside of me.
Our climaxes were over, and we were exhausted, laying wrapped in each other on the floor in front of the fireplace. We were sweaty, we were red-faced... We were blissfully happy and lost in love.
"Sam," my husband said my name reverently, nuzzling my neck and planting sweet little kisses along my shoulders and neck. "I love you so much, Sam. That was amazing. You're amazing." I smiled and pulled his handsome face into view, staring deep into his deep, soulful blue eyes.
"I love you, too," I said, kissing him gently on the mouth. "And yes, that was amazing. But you know what would be even more amazing?" He looked down at me quizzically, wondering how we could top what we had just done.
I kissed him passionately on the mouth, distracting him as I prepared the next amazing thing on my list. The one thing he forgot about. Finally, I slowly moved my right arm up and over Danny's shoulders... And then...
He let out a surprised shriek as I covered his head with whipped cream! And then we had an epic whipped cream battle in which we both ended up covered in the sweet, delicious condiment.
We spent the next two hours with a very memorable shower and a water fight in the bathroom. Finally, we both collapsed into our comfortable bed, ready to sleep peacefully in each other's arms...
"I love you, Sam," he sighed just before drifting into dreamland, his hands entangled in my long black hair. I kissed him lightly on the mouth, watching as a happy smile lit up his handsome features.
"I love you, too, Danny Fenton..." And I closed my eyes, opening my subconscious mind's eye to blissful dreams of my beloved husband and I, together. Even in my dreams, we would always be together.
Danny and Samantha Fenton. The happy married couple. The Goth and the Ghost. Together forever...
The end :3
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