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Role Play / Make-Up Sex
SAM AND EMILY
Role play - a way to put passion back into the relationship.
Sam took a deep breath as he got out of his truck and headed towards Emily's Sweet Treats. He didn't know why he was so nervous, he saw her every day. He'd been coming here for the last five years. Every day like clockwork, he came in and ordered the same. A ham and cheese sandwich to go with a bottle of water and, depending on what mood he was in, either a slice of caramel shortbread or a chocolate brownie.
Every day, she made it for him with a smile on her beautiful face, telling him to have a nice day. Today felt different though.
Sam opened the door to the bakery and the sweet smell of treats and goodies filled his nose. The counter was facing the door so it didn't take him long to spot her. Her jet black hair was in two braids down her back and her chocolate brown eyes were focused on a cupcake she was icing, bright pink swirls appearing from the piping bag.
When she heard the doorbell ring she gave him a smile and set the icing bag down, wiping her hands on her apron to knock off the flour that had gathered there. His eyes fell to the scar that ran across her right cheek - courtesy of a bear attack.
"Hi, Sam - your usual?"
He quickly brought his eyes back to hers. Her scar didn't bother him - it just made him realise how brave she was. After the 'incident' (as everyone called it) she refused plastic surgery saying she didn't see the need to have it done; the jagged lines were proof that she had been attacked by a bear and survived.
"I've not had the chance to make it in advance today - I had an emergency cake request come in." He smiled. "The baker who was meant to do it originally messed it up so I was asked to do one quickly."
Sam washed as Emily washed her hands and got to work, pulling out the fresh bread, spread and cheese to make his sandwich.
"How has work been - any more problems?"
Emily knew Sam had been working on a new extension for some local residents. They'd taken over after another firm had gone bust - Sam could see why. Three days ago his team had been talking to the customer about a few minor details that needed to be changed when out of nowhere one of the walls collapsed. Thankfully no one was hurt.
"All good," he told her, struggling to find the right words. He knew what he wanted to say to her. It just felt so difficult.
They chatted about minor things in their lives as she finished up his lunch order; Emily's cousin was getting married; Sam's mother was going on holiday with some church friends etc. Sam was just trying to drag the time out. The sooner she made his sandwich, the sooner he would have to back to work.
"Here you go," Emily handed him the bag with his lunch over the counter with a smile and as she did and their hands touched, electricity surged - literally. Suddenly, the fairy lights she had around the bakery went out and the burglar alarm went off.
"Shoot!" she exclaimed, quickly rounding the counter to input the code into the burglar alarm. "With the new work they're doing to the housing estate up the road, our electrics keep going."
"Can I do anything?" Sam asked.
"No - actually…" Emily began, changing her mind. "Could you flick the trip switch back on for me? I need to get a chair as it's been put up high and it's all a bit of a kerfuffle."
"Of course - where is it?" Sam placed his lunch on the side and followed Emily through the back to a small broom cupboard.
"It's at the top there," she used her finger to gesture to the small box. "It's the switch on the far right."
Sam leaned his large body us, feeling a small breeze on his stomach muscles as his shirt rode up. He found the switch very easily just as Emily got her phone out and used the torch to illuminate the box better.
"There we go," he flicked the switch and the low hum of electricity surged through the bakery once more.
Emily sighed with relief.
"Thanks," she gave a brilliant smile.
"It's no problem," he told her. It wasn't.
He stepped back, forgetting just how small the space was and the broom that was behind him went clattering to the ground. The noise spooked Emily and she jumped, stumbling into his hard body. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist and he found himself staring into her eyes.
Emily's hand came to rest on his biceps, their warmth seeping through the red flannel shirt he wore.
Her mouth parted as if she wanted to say something but no words came out.
Sam wanted to kiss her. He fought himself in his head - yes, no, yes, no, yes… yes. He gave in, swooping his head and down and planting his lips directly on hers.
When she didn't react, he pulled away, scared that he'd overstepped the mark.
"Emily, I'm so sorry." He began to step back from her, horrified at his behaviour when he hands gripped the fabric of his shirt.
"Don't be sorry," she whispered breathlessly. Then she kissed him.
Sam remained immobile for approximately two seconds before he realised what was going on - she was kissing him! He closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, his lips slanting over hers and pushing back. He tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her closer, aligning their bodies together.
They were awkwardly positioned. Him half in the closet and her half out, so Sam twirled them around and pressed Emily to the outer wall, sinking himself further into the feeling of her lips.
Her hands travelled from his biceps to his hair where they tangled into the dark locks and she lightly pulled.
His hands twisted around her back and he felt the plains of her slight body beneath his palms. He ran his hands up her back slightly, feeling the straps of her bra underneath her shirt. He was enticingly close.
Sam pulled his lips away from Emily's and trailed them down her chin and her neck, lapping at the warm skin and tasting the small beads of sweat that had gathered there.
Emily moaned and let her head fall back against the wall, desperation running through her veins.
Sam mouthed her shirt to the side and over the lacy material of her bra, sucking the pebbled nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, yes!" She cried, her hands slipping under his shirt and feeling the hard muscles that rested there.
Sam bent himself slightly and allowed his hands to fall from her back and skim up her jean-clad legs. He got to her thighs and squeezed hard before he dropped to his knees and worked quickly to undo the zipper.
He managed to pull them down her legs quickly along with her underwear and dove into the crease of her thighs.
He pulled a ragged breath into his lungs and lapped feverishly at her clit, dragging the sensitive bud into his mouth and using his tongue to probe and push it.
"Fuck," Emily sighed from above, one hand still in his hair and the other clasping at the wall.
Sam strained against his own jeans and he grinned at the sounds she made.
He drank in the sweet essence that was Emily for a few more moments before she grasped as his head with both hands, tilting his tanned face towards hers.
"I want you," she whispered in desperation. "I want you now."
That was all she had to say as Sam rose back to his feet, unzipping his jeans and pushing them and his boxers down in the process. His hands grasped her thighs in his hands and he picked her up, using the wall to support them both as he pressed her into it and kissed her.
Emily's hands dove between them and she tested the weight of his member in her hands, palming the warm skin and lightly tugging on his sac into she earned a groaned from him. She smiled against his lips.
They parted when she rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, her warm folds teasing the sensitive end.
Sam let out a gasp and let his forehead rest against hers, his eyes focused intently on his cock.
When she slipped him inside, together, they sighed.
"Fuck," she moaned, her head falling back against the wall as she savoured the feeling of him inside her.
Sam began to move his hips slowly, gently pressing into her before withdrawing and starting the cycle over again.
In and out. Slow and gentle.
A soft smiled appeared on her face and she pulled his lips back to hers, wanting more contact.
Sam's hips began to pump at a faster speed and the sound of their moans and sighs of pleasure filled the small hallway.
When Emily's hips snapped back against his and her thighs quivered in his large hands he knew she was close.
Using one hand to support her, he placed a hand in the middle, where they were joined and pressed down on her clit.
"Oh!" she cried, completely unexpecting the pleasure that shot from her core right through her body to the top of her scalp to the tips of her toes.
Her pussy clenched around him and the subsequent wetness that surrounded him drove Sam over the edge.
His cock tingled and his balls clenched and them he was cumming inside her, his entire body tensing as he struggled to keep them upright against the wall. He braced his knees against in an effort not to drop her.
Sam rested his head against Emily's shoulders and her fingers returned to his hair. She lightly played with it and pressed a kiss to his temple.
"That was nice," she whispered against the heated skin and he nodded.
"It's been too long." It came out muffled against her shoulder. He raised his head to look at her. "I'm sorry it's been so long - work just got crazy…"
"Shh," she whispered, shaking her head to stop him. "It was both our faults. We didn't make time for each other." Her fingers felt very soothing in his hair. "We won't make that mistake again."
He nodded in agreement. They both ran their own businesses and they had a toddler. Life was stressful, but after going six months without sex and not even realising it, they knew they needed to do something. Hence the role play today - pretending not to know each other.
"Although," Sam began, an idea forming in his head. "If you wanted to role play again in the future, I wouldn't mind."
Emily raised her eyebrows and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What did you have in mind?"