Whipped Cream
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As much as they'd promised to work harder at spending time together, Cassie and Sam were still two ships passing in the night. They were busy all day, exhausted at night, and both craving some alone time together.
So, when Sam found out that one of his upcoming surgeries was going to be canceled, he immediately picked up the phone to call Cassie.
"Hi, Sam," she answered right away.
"Hey. Are you at school?" Sam asked.
Cassie glanced around the Bell, Book, and Candle from behind the counter. "I was, but now I'm at the shop." She paused for a few seconds and then smiled. "You have good news."
"I do," Sam confirmed. "My four o'clock surgery was canceled, which means no surgery, no post-surgery paperwork, no post-surgery checkup after the patient wakes up. I have the whole night free."
Cassie's eyes widened. "Wow. A rare occurrence."
"Extremely rare. The rarest of rares. What about you?"
Cassie thought over her schedule in her head. "I think I can make that work."
Sam let out a breath of relief. "Oh, thank God."
Cassie smiled into the phone. "It'll be nice to spend some time together."
"I can't wait to spend more than 5 minutes with your face," Sam remarked.
Cassie glanced around the store, and then turned around and lowered her voice. "I hope I get to see more than your face."
Sam smirked at her flirtation. "You can see as much of me as you want."
"I'd like to see all of you," Cassie declared.
Sam was glad he was in his office alone so he could respond freely. "Every inch of me?"
Cassie smiled at his insinuation. "Mmhmm. Every last one."
"Then that's what you'll get," he confirmed.
"Good."
"Oh, it'll be better than good," Sam flirted, and then he glanced at his watch. "I have to go. I love you."
"I love you."
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That night, Cassie and Sam sat across from each other at dinner, the first time they'd been to a restaurant together in quite some time. They were both enjoying the chance to relax together, to have a lengthy discussion about their lives instead of a rushed one.
"I missed this," Sam said. "Sitting with you and having an actual in-depth conversation."
"Me, too," Cassie said. "We really do have to figure out a way to coordinate our schedules better. Maybe I can change my student office hours at the school."
"And I can try to…" Sam's voice trailed off as he thought it over, and his forehead wrinkled. "I can maybe…."
Cassie smiled. "There's not much flexibility in the schedule of a surgeon, I know."
Sam sighed. "No, unfortunately, there's not," he replied with a frown. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she assured him. "I'll try to work around your schedule."
"We will make this work, I promise," he told her. "There will be more date nights in our future."
"I would like that," Cassie replied with a smile. She glanced down at her plate and then his. "Did you save room for dessert?"
Sam put his hands on his stomach. "Not really."
"Me, either," she agreed.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Dessert at home?"
Cassie raised her own eyebrow. "Real dessert or the other kind?"
Sam smiled. "Both."
Cassie smiled. "Count me in."
"We'll take the long way home to give us more time to digest," Sam suggested.
"Maybe we could stop by the park," Cassie said. "It's a nice night to take a walk by the water."
"As long as there's hand-holding, I'm in," Sam replied.
Cassie pondered. "Hm, what if I prefer your arm around me instead?"
"I'm also in."
"So, you're fine with any sort of body contact?"
"Pretty much. You?"
"Pretty much. Negotiations complete, we've got a deal," Cassie said, and extended her hand across the table.
Sam grinned as he playfully shook her hand. "Deal."
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After a stop at the park for a romantic walk along the water's edge, they headed to Grey House. They walked in through the front door and Sam gestured toward the steps. "Upstairs?"
Cassie gestured down the hall. "Kitchen. Let's grab a snack." She took his hand and starting leading him toward the kitchen. "Double dessert, remember?"
Sam smiled and followed her over to the refrigerator. They surveyed the contents together, and then Cassie reached for the bowl of strawberries. "Something light?" she suggested.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Sam said, and then he glanced back into the fridge. When his eyes fell on the red and white can, an idea came to him. "And maybe… some of this?" He reached for the can of whipped cream, an item rarely seen in their house. Cassie usually made whipped cream from scratch, but since she'd been so busy lately, she'd bought a can to keep on hand.
"You can't go wrong with strawberries and whipped cream," Cassie said.
"I was thinking more like, can't go wrong with Cassie and whipped cream," Sam countered.
Cassie smiled and looked past him to make sure they were alone. "Sam," she said softly with a raised eyebrow.
Sam shut the refrigerator door and stepped toward her, backing her up against the counter by the sink. She clutched the bowl of strawberries in her hands between them as she stared into his eyes… they were full of lust and desire. So much that her heart started racing.
One of Sam's hands was holding the can of whipped cream, and he rested his other hand on her hip. He leaned in to kiss her gently, holding back from how he really wanted to kiss her. How he would kiss her when they were up in their bedroom.
When their lips separated, she looked at the can and then back at him. "Tell me what you want to do," she said, and then she tapped her ear. "Quietly."
Sam moved his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "I want to lick whipped cream from my wife's body."
Cassie felt a tingle of arousal rush through her body at his words, and her lips curved into a smile. She shook her head slightly. "You're something else, you know that," she said to him.
Sam smiled and nodded. "I know."
Cassie nodded toward the back staircase. "Let's go upstairs."
They headed up to their bedroom and placed the food on the nightstand. Sam started to disrobe by the bed as Cassie went to freshen up in the bathroom.
"Can you unzip me?" Cassie called to him from the bathroom.
Sam, now down to his boxers, headed to the bathroom. He stood behind her and unzipped the back of her dress, then pulled her straps down as she pulled her arms out. He pushed the dress down her body and she stepped out it, leaving her in just her bra and panties.
As she turned around to face him, Sam took in every inch of her body and hummed his approval. "Gorgeous. You are absolutely perfect."
"Thank you," she said softly, smiling at her husband.
His hands went to her waist and he lifted her up onto the counter. He stepped closer to her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He kissed her deeply with every bit of passion and every ounce of energy he had inside him. It was romantic and aggressive and intense, and she kissed him back with just as much intensity. They were both eager, excited, and longing for each other.
When he pulled back from her, he rested his hands on her thighs and leaned his forehead against hers. "God, I missed you."
His schedule had been hectic and unpredictable lately. There were some nights he was at the hospital so late that she was asleep when he got home. Other times he was out of the house before she woke up in the morning. They'd managed to find some time here and there for intimacy, but it was not as much time as they both wanted.
Cassie rested her hands on the back of his head. "Me, too," she replied, and placed a soft kiss to his lips. "But we're both here right now."
"Yes, we are," he replied. "Just you and me."
"And some whipped cream," she added with a smile.
Sam laughed and nodded. "And some whipped cream." He snapped his fingers as a thought popped into his head. "Speaking of which, we'll need a towel." He reached over and grabbed a towel from the towel rack on the wall.
"I have a feeling we might need two," she said as she hopped off the counter, and she kissed his cheek. "I'll be right out."
Sam grabbed another towel and went to spread the towels on the bed. When Cassie was finished in the bathroom, he quickly freshened up himself before rejoining her.
They stood beside the bed and Sam undid the clasp of her bra. Cassie pulled it from her body and tossed it toward the foot of the bed. Sam reached his arms around her from behind and cupped her breasts with his hands.
"I love touching you, Cassie," he said before he kissed the side of her neck.
Cassie hummed contently and leaned her head back against him. "I love it, too."
He massaged her breasts for a few moments with both hands, and then slid one hand down the front of her. Past her ribs, over her stomach, down to the one last article of clothing on her body. He began to trace his finger along the waistband of her panties. She rested her hand on his arm, stroking him with her fingertips, waiting to see what his hand did next.
Sam teasingly brushed his fingers over the front of the fabric covering her sex, and she groaned in response. There was a throbbing between her legs from her arousal, and it grew more intense when he slipped his hand beneath the fabric.
"Sam," Cassie gasped softly, and Sam could feel her body starting to tremble.
He sought out her clit and began to rub it, just enough to give her a taste of what his mouth would be doing to her very soon. "Do you like that?" he whispered.
"Yes, I do," Cassie replied with an eager nod.
"You'll get more of that later," he promised, and he pulled his hand away.
He hooked his fingers into her waistband and pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, turned around to face him, and kissed her husband with a fiery passion. His hands roamed her body and came to rest on the curves of her ass, squeezing her cheeks gently while they kissed.
When their lips separated, they moved onto the bed. As Cassie lay in the center of it with her head against the pillow, Sam grabbed the can of whipped cream.
He positioned himself on his knees between her spread legs, shook the can firmly, removed the cap, and smiled down at her. "You ready for this?"
"To have my husband lick whipped cream off of my body?" Cassie replied with a smile. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Sam aimed the can at her chest and started to spray a spiral of whipped cream on her breast. Cassie shuddered a little as the coldness hit her skin, and then she smiled up at him. "I had a feeling you would start there."
"Well, I'm nothing if not predictable when it comes to your chest," Sam stated, and Cassie giggled in response. She watched as he diligently sprayed a spiral onto her other breast, and then he made a zigzagged line from her neck to her stomach before setting the can aside.
Sam leaned over her body and pressed his tongue against the end of the whipped cream trail on her stomach. He slowly began kissing and licking his way up the trail until he reached her neck, and then went back down again to her stomach, licking up the residue he'd missed the first time. He kissed his way back up and pressed his whipped cream covered lips against hers for a kiss.
Cassie placed her hands on the sides of his face, holding it still as she gently licked the whipped cream from his lips and from around his mouth. "There, all clean," she calmly declared when it was all gone.
"Thanks," he replied, and then he glanced down at her breasts. "You're not."
"Well, you'd better get a move on, then," she said.
Sam started kissing, licking, and sucking the whipped cream from her breasts, and pleasure was coursing through her body. "Oh, God, that feels good," she breathed as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Sam lifted his head from her chest to look at her. "Glad I started here, aren't ya?" he teased.
Cassie grinned at him. "Well, technically, you started with the stomach."
Sam smiled and acquiesced with a nod. "Okay, true. I was building up your anticipation a little."
"All part of your strategy, huh?"
"Yes, whipped cream licking is serious business." He looked down at her chest, and then at her. "And we need more of it."
He sat up, reached for the can of whipped cream, and sprayed some more on her breasts. His mouth went back to them, licking and sucking and nibbling while listening to her moans of pleasure.
When he finally pulled himself away from her chest, he kissed his way back up to her lips. "Are you hungry?" he asked between kisses.
"Mmhmm," Cassie replied.
Sam pushed himself up onto his knees between her legs. He sprayed some whipped cream onto his finger and brought it to her lips.
Cassie licked the tip of his finger, bringing the whipped cream into her mouth. And then she took his finger between her lips, lightly sucking on it, swirling her tongue around it, moving her lips up and down it, as soft, sexy noises escaped her throat.
Sam was watching her, completely enthralled by her actions, and his cock was stirring in his boxers. "God, Cassie," he murmured.
Cassie pulled her mouth off of his finger and sat up on the bed. "I think it's your turn to lie down," she said.
They changed positions so that Sam was lying on the bed. Cassie pulled off his boxers, kneeled between his legs, and reached for the whipped cream. Sam was watching her every move, smiling, anxious to see what she would do.
Cassie started by drawing a large circle of whipped cream on his chest, and then a smaller circle inside of it. She put the can down and ran her fingertips through the whipped cream, smearing it over his chest, turning it all white.
Sam smiled. "I see you're taking the messier approach."
"Hey, you're not the only one with a strategy," she told him with a smile, and then seductively licked the whipped cream from her fingers.
Sam shook his head slightly, still smiling. "God, you're sexy."
Cassie leaned over his chest and dragged her tongue delicately through the center of the white canvas. She teased his nipples with the tip of her tongue before sucking on them, and kissed and licked her way around every trace of whipped cream on his chest.
When she was done, she added more - this time to his stomach. She repeated the process, spreading a layer of the whipped cream, and then began kissing and licking through it. She moved her mouth slowly over his toned abs until there was no whipped cream left.
Sam was loving every second of it… what was there not to love about his wife's lips all over his body? She was amazing. The way she made him feel was amazing.
Cassie added whipped cream to his neck, a white line from one side to the other, and then kissed and sucked her way through it. She sucked on the last spot of whipped cream like she was trying to win a prize, like she was trying to brand him. And she almost did, but pulled away before she would leave a bruise.
Cassie moved up to his lips and whispered against them, "I love you." She kissed him before he could return the sentiment, muffling his words with her mouth. She pulled back from him, sat back on her knees between his legs, and reached for the can of whipped cream.
Cassie shook the can while looking at him with a twinkle in her eye. A twinkle that told Sam exactly what she was going to do next, and he watched her with bated breath.
She sprayed a line of whipped cream along the length of his cock, and Sam's heart started to race, his excitement kicked into high gear. He watched as she ran her tongue gently along the whipped cream, tasting just a bit of it. She took the tip of him into her mouth and lightly sucked on it and swirled her tongue over it, just as she'd done to his finger minutes ago.
Sam groaned and reached toward her to caress her hair. "Jesus."
She moved her lips down his shaft and back up again, taking the whipped cream into her mouth along the way. She pulled her mouth off of him to swallow it down, and then fell into a steady rhythm moving her lips up and down his cock.
Sam watched intently, unable to take his eyes off of her as he played with her hair. He was groaning with his pleasure, and talking to her in that sexy, husky voice that she loved. "That feels so good, Cassie. God, you are incredible."
Cassie continued for a few minutes until he stopped her so they could trade places. She settled on the bed with her head against the pillow, her body already starting to quiver from the anticipation of what he was about to do to her.
Sam sprayed whipped cream between her legs, covering her sex completely like he was burying a treasure he had to find with his mouth. And then he dove right in, embarking on a mission to make his wife feel as much pleasure as she possibly could.
Sam began licking at the whipped cream between her legs, and she was moaning as she rested her hands on the back of his head. He licked up and down her slit, and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
He eventually separated her folds and let his tongue delve into her wetness, making her hips buck up from the bed. He explored her, tasted her, drank in her sweetness like he was an addict who couldn't get enough.
She was moaning and whimpering his name as he brought her close to the edge, and then he pulled away, denying her the climax she craved. He took a few moments to add some more whipped cream, and then he started all over again, feasting on her like she was his last meal.
Cassie was writhing on the bed, her head turning from side to side against her pillow, unable to stay still as he pleasured her. "Oh, my God, Sam," she panted. "Oh, God, that feels good."
Sam's mouth and tongue moved relentlessly against her until she came, until her back arched up off the bed as the overwhelming pleasure took over her body. Her moan was long, stifled by her hand to control her volume, and didn't stop until her body was settled back down against the bed.
"Oh, my God," she breathlessly whispered into the quiet room.
Sam moved up on the bed over her body until his face was next to hers. He pressed his lips to hers for a deep kiss, and she ran her hands up and down the muscular curves of his back. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at her. "I hope that felt as good as it sounded."
Cassie smiled and confirmed, "Better."
"Glad to hear it." He pushed himself up on his knees and reached for the can of whipped cream. He narrowed his eyes and shook it. "Feels a little light."
"I guess we used more than we thought," Cassie said.
"I'm just going to use a little bit more," Sam said, and he sprayed a pile in the center of her chest. He put the can down, and then reached for a strawberry from the bowl on the nightstand. He dipped it into the whipped cream and offered it to Cassie. "Snack?" he asked, and she took a bite of the strawberry.
Sam dipped it back into the whipped cream and finished the rest of the strawberry, tossing the green top back into the bowl.
He picked up the can and sprayed some whipped cream near her neck until the hissing sound of the can told him it was empty. "All done," Sam announced as he tossed the can aside.
He leaned down and began licking and sucking on her neck, following the trail of whipped cream, and then he kissed her, sharing the whipped cream from his lips. She licked it off and then deepened the kiss as her hands slid down his back to rest against his ass.
When Sam pulled back from her lips, he was smiling and he raised an eyebrow. "Nice and firm, huh?" he asked, referring to her hand placement.
Cassie smiled up at him. "Yes. Have you been working out?"
Sam nodded. "Yup. Just for you."
"Must be a good workout routine you have." Cassie ran her hands up his back to his shoulders and then down his arms. "Because everything is firm."
Sam leaned down to kiss her. "Yes, everything is firm when I'm around you," he said, and she smiled at what he was inferring.
Cassie locked her gaze with his and calmly said, "Prove it."
Sam smirked. "As you wish." He guided his cock to her center, and she moaned softly as he rubbed the tip against her folds. "You know, it hasn't been that long," he remarked. "Only a few days, but…"
"It feels longer," she finished, nodding in agreement. "It does." Their eyes were connected, conveying to each other how badly they needed and wanted each other. "Sam…" she said softly.
Sam pushed forward and his cock began easing into her, making her gasp with her pleasure as he groaned with his. Nothing could compare to how amazing it felt to be inside her.
Sam pulled out to the tip and pushed back into her, and Cassie moaned as he filled her again. His motions kept going, thrusting into her at a steady pace that she matched with her own thrusts. He leaned down to kiss her, and then moved his lips to her cheeks, her neck, her chest.
After a minute or two, when he wanted to change positions, Sam pulled out of her and turned her onto her side. He lay behind her on his side and re-entered her. "Oh, Sam," she moaned as he began thrusting into her again. "Oh, yes," she breathily moaned. "Don't stop."
Sam loved this spooning position because he could easily use his hands on her, and right away, he reached around to the front of her body to caress her breasts. She moaned approvingly at the new sensations of pleasure that ignited inside of her, and turned her head back toward him, capturing his lips in a kiss.
She leaned her head back against him and his lips went to her neck, sucking on it gently while his fingers squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. "You are so sexy," he muttered against her soft skin. "I can't get enough of you."
Cassie was rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts, overwhelmed by how quickly the arousal was building inside her body. She was moaning nonstop and her breathing became shallow… she was ready to burst and Sam knew it.
Cassie felt his hand move away from her chest and head down between her legs. "Oh, God, Sam," she moaned as her eyes fell closed.
Sam was still thrusting into her from behind as he began rubbing his finger in circles against her clit. "You're close, Cassie," he whispered into her ear. "You're right there, aren't you?"
"Mmhmm," she muttered, her face grimacing with pleasure as she rushed toward her climax. "Oh, God, I can feel it."
Sam moved his finger faster with a little more pressure, and she announced her orgasm with a long moan as an incredible wave of pleasure washed over her.
Sam held her body tightly against his as she settled down from her high, and continued thrusting into her until he reached his own. It didn't take long, and he was soon groaning against her neck as he exploded inside of her.
He exhaled a deep satisfied sigh and then pressed soft kisses to her shoulder. "I love you," he said softly.
Cassie turned to look at him, and her lips met his in a soft kiss. "I love you," she whispered.
Sam rolled onto his back, and she rolled over to face him. She cuddled up against her husband and rested her head against his chest. His hand went to the back of her head and he combed his fingers through her hair. Cassie was lightly tracing her fingers along his chest and stomach.
"That was pretty amazing," Sam said.
"Yes, it was," she agreed. "The whole night was. Getting to spend time together was exactly what we needed."
"And we need that more often," he said. "We'll try harder. I'll see what I can do with work. Maybe I can try to limit the late afternoon surgeries that keep me at the hospital so late."
"Okay." Cassie was quiet for a few seconds, and then said, "I have two comments about our venture into using whipped cream in the bedroom."
Sam smiled. "Okay, hit me."
"First, we should probably take a quick shower before bed because I feel sticky from the whipped cream," she said, and then looked up at him with a smile as she added, "And obviously, a combined shower would be quicker."
Sam smirked. "I will never turn down a shower with my wife," he said. "So, I'm in. What's the second comment?"
Cassie's smile widened and she raised an eyebrow. "The second comment is that we need to buy more whipped cream and do that again."
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Author's note: Thanks for reading! Reviews are really appreciated (and motivational)! :) Also... did anyone else's mind go where mine went when they saw that scene in the episode? ;)