Love From a Distance

"I miss you so much," Carla said, the sadness palpable in her voice.

Dante sighed. She'd said out loud what he'd been thinking since she'd answered the facetime call.

She looked stunning as usual, still dressed in her work clothes, but her eyes were heavy. Dante guessed she'd been crying earlier.

"I miss you too," he answered, trying to keep his voice light, but failing.

Dante was 2 weeks into a 6-week training program for work being held at corporate headquarters in San Francisco, requiring him to leave the love of his life and best friend behind at their home in New Jersey. The program met 6 days a week, leaving no time to fly home for a weekend fix. They both knew they'd be apart for 6 weeks and agreed that the opportunities that would arise from the program would be worth the time apart. Neither of them thought it would be this hard though. Both were trying to combat the loneliness by staying busy. It wasn't working.

"It'll get easier the longer I'm out here. 2 weeks from now you not even gon remember my name," Dante said, trying to lighten the mood. It had the opposite effect.

"I don't want it to get easier. I want to miss you like this when you're gone. I just don't want you gone." Tears started forming at the corners of her eyes. She put her head back, as if trying to keep them from spilling over onto her face.

Dante smiled at her sympathetically through the phone. He wanted to hold her, offer some comfort, but what could he do 4,000 miles away?

"Carla," he said softly. She lowered her gaze back to the phone. One tear had escaped, she didn't bother wiping it away.

"Don't say my name like that, please."

"Why?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Because that's how you say my name when we're laying in bed together, snuggled up. It's reminding me that I'll be going to bed, alone, again tonight, and will be for the next four weeks."

"You miss me that much, huh?"

She nodded in response, tears threatening again.

"What you miss about me?" Dante asked, a hint of mischief in his voice and in the smile he wore.

She closed her eyes before responding, "Everything. Your smell, your voice, your touch."

"You hearing my voice now."

"it's not the same on the phone. I can't explain it. I feel it different."

"I feel you. Well, our eyes and ears are we have for the next four weeks so we gotta make it do what it do with that. How was your day?"

"Long. I'm so tired. I just want to have a glass of wine and relax."

"Maybe I can help you with that," Dante responded, trying and probably failing to recreate the tone of voice needed to put Carla in the right mood for what he had planned.

"How?" She asked, predictably skeptical.

"I don't know really, let's just go with it ok?" She visibly relaxed, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Ok. I'm game. What're we doing?" She asked with a tinge of excitement in her voice. Dante wasn't sure how far she would go, Carla was pretty shy in general.

Dante told Carla to get comfortable and lay on the bed. After some token resistance, Carla complied. When she reappeared on his screen, he could see just enough of her to know that was topless. Dante thought there was a good chance she was completely naked. He conjured an image of her. It was summer and Carla spent a good amount of time outside, tanning her normally caramel complexion to a deep bronze. Tan lines left by her bikini the only trace of what her skin looked like in the winter months.

"Now what?" she asked, faint smile on her lips. She could tell by the look on his face that her bare skin had stirred something in him. It pleased her to know that he was missing her that much more now.

"Close your eyes. You remember our first date?"

Carla smiled sheepishly, her shyness peeking through again. "Yeah, I remember."

"Tell me what we did."

Carla's smile widened, and Dante could see her flush a bit. "Ummmm, we spent the day together. First, you took me to my favorite restaurant for dinner, then we drove to the shore and lay on the beach under the moonlight, listening to the waves while we talked and made out."

Carla's description of that evening brought a smile to Dante's face. The hours they spent on that beach were some of the best of his life. He remembered thinking that those hours were the start of the rest of his life. But she hadn't told all of it.

"That all we did?" He asked, knowing it wasn't, but also knowing that Carla still harbored a bit of shame about how the rest of their evening had progressed.

She giggled. "No, we went back to your apartment after."

"Hmmmmm. I'd forgotten that part. The beach was the highlight of the night for me." He sighed wistfully.

Carla's eyes popped open. "Then watchu asking me about the rest of the night for?"

Dante laughed at her outburst. "Chill. Keep your eyes closed." Carla stared back at him defiantly for a few seconds before her smile returned and she closed her eyes again.

"I want you to think back to walking into that apartment for the first time. What you were wearing, how you felt, all of that. What's the first thing you remember?"

"We had dessert at your kitchen island. I spilled ice cream on my shirt."

Dante interrupted, "On purpose?"

"Maybe? I was little tipsy from the wine we had on the beach," Carla flushed again, remembering the decision she'd made as she watched Dante walk toward his bathroom to get her a towel to clean up...

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As Dante returned with the towel, he saw Carla had spun her stool around so that she was facing him as he entered the kitchen.

"You done making a mess?" he asked with a smidge of mock sarcasm.

"That depends on you," she answered. Dante held out the towel as he approached, instead of grabbing it, she grabbed his wrist instead and pulled him in close for a kiss. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. But she also sensed he was holding back, trying to keep things respectful on their first date. Instead she grabbed his belt loops and pulled him closer to her. She spread her legs to make room for him, her skirt hiking up on her thighs. Dante took the cue and grabbed the back of her knees with both hands, tilting her body back toward the kitchen island.

Their kissing intensified. This was not the timid, demure, makeout session they enjoyed on the beach. Carla wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer still. She could feel Dante's bulge pressed against her bare crotch, her panties in her purse on the counter, removed when Dante left the room to get her towel.

Dante firmly caressed the underside of her thighs. He slid one hand higher until it was halfway under her skirt. He abruptly pulled away and took a step back. They looked at each other for a few seconds, breath heavy, before he asked.

"You sure?" was all he said.

Carla didn't respond verbally, just a slight nod, never breaking eye contact.

Dante removed his shirt, Carla did the same, revealing a fuscia bra and bigger than you'd think breasts. He admired the sight for another brief second before stepping forward into the space between her legs. He leaned his face toward hers, but instead of her lips, he kissed her neck. He placed his hands on her thighs again, but this time so far up her skirt that the tips of his thumbs were at her waist. He was suddenly aware she was not wearing underwear. He squeezed gently, eliciting a moan from Carla. She leaned into him, wanting to remove any semblance of space between them. His kisses ventured lower, to her collarbone, her shoulder, the top of her left breast. He went to his knees, kissed the inside of her knee, working his way slowly up her thigh. Carla trembled with anticipation, breathing deepening. Sensing her eagerness, Dante turned his attention to her other thigh. Kissing, licking and nibbling so, so close to what she wanted. Her clit was throbbing, impatiently awaiting his attention. Carla took matters into her own hands, firmly gripping the back of his head and turning her body to meet his mouth.

She gasped as his lips, then his tongue parted hers. He sucked gently on her lips, teasing her, stopping just short of clit. Carla spread her legs wider, using her own hands to lift her knees, bracing herself against the kitchen island. Dante began to lick and suck her clit. Carla began to moan softly as he used his tongue to massage her clit and pussy lips.

Dante tried to lick all the creamy wetness from between her legs, but the more he licked, the more there was. Finally, he stuck his tongue into the honey pot. Carla's body clenched briefly in pleasure, then relaxed as Dante's tongue explored the walls of her pussy. Dante reached up and gently pulled down Carla's bra, freeing her perky, untanned titties. He used his thumb to make gentle circles around her areola and nipple. Carla started to roll her hips as he feasted on her. He stopped briefly to slide his finger into her, slowly, looking in her eyes as she quivered, orgasm starting to build. He put his face back into the honeypot, and he sucked on her clit feverishly while he stroked her pussy with his finger. She could only hold out a few seconds before the dam broke, and she came hard, a deep moan escaping her lips. Dante slid his finger from her pussy and into his mouth. He loved her taste. He then grabbed her foot and began to suck on her toes while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. She came again, harder this time and she almost toppled from the chair before Dante caught her.

"Oh my god," she said, out of breath.

Dante just smiled and kissed her softly on the mouth. Carla could taste and smell herself on him. Now she wanted to taste him. She stood and went to her knees before him. She undid his belt and jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Dante was fully erect, straining to break free from the confines of his boxer briefs.

Carla looked up at him, and gently bit at the head of his dick through his underwear. Then she reached inside and pulled him out, with one hand, peeling his boxers to the floor with the other. She stroked him gently with her hand before she tilted her head back and licked the head as if it were a chocolate ice cream cone. She grabbed his butt and pulled him closer, lifting his dick so she could suckle his balls. Dante moaned and ran his fingers through Carla's hair. Carla took him into her mouth fully, sucking his dick slowly, getting it wet with her saliva. She went down further with each stroke, until he was in the back of her throat. Dante gripped her hair harder, with two and started to thrust softly in rhythm with her motion.

Dante's knees started to weaken. He felt that telltale tingle and backed away from her. Carla wiped her mouth devilishly.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Knowing full well why he'd stopped her.

He held out his hand to her and helped her to her feet. He leaned down and kissed her, deeply, sucking on her tongue on the way out. He then took her breast into her mouth, flicking her nipple with his tongue. She put her hand on the nape of his neck and pushed herself into him, wanting as much of her in his mouth as he could manage.

Dante stopped and again looked her in the eyes.

"C'mon" was all he said.

Carla understood and began to sashay toward Dante's bedroom. Dante let her ahead a few steps so he could watch her ass wobble as she walked. He was also grateful for the additional seconds to compose himself.

When Dante entered his bedroom, Carla was on the edge of the bed, on all fours, looking back toward the door, patiently waiting for her new beau.

Dante took his time entering the room. Stroking himself as he approached her. He walked to her and let his dick fall onto the small of her back. Carla started to grind her hips into him as Dante gripped her waist with one hand and smacked her butt cheek with the other.

Finally, it was time. Dante slowly entered her. He felt her tense and she grabbed his wrist, bracing herself to take in all of him. When he was all the way inside her, Dante paused, taking in how good she looked, then realizing she felt even better.

Carla leaned forward, pressing her face into the mattress as Dante started to slowly, and softly fuck her from behind. He made sure she felt his entire length as he stroked.

"Oooooohhh," Carla expelled this moan, almost as if Dante was releasing pressure built up inside her. She gripped the sheets tightly, moaning his name, begging him not to stop, to make her feel it. She turned and looked back at him over her shoulder, biting her lip, reveling in her pleasure.

Carla started to fuck back, and Dante gradually started to stroke harder and faster. Dante grabbed a handful of Carla's hair and pulled her torso up, putting an arch in her back. The sound of him slamming against her ass over and over began to drown out their moans and breathing. She reached a hand out and Dante grabbed it. The held hands as he fucked her, both squeezing the other in ecstasy.

Dante pulled out, again feeling close to losing control. She felt so good. She felt so RIGHT, almost as if she were hollowed out specifically for him.

"Turn over," he said, buying himself a few more seconds.

Carla made a show of it. She knew she looked good. Imperfectly perfect to Dante. He stood there admiring her. She sat, legs spread, and she began to slowly scoot toward the edge of the bed. Dante grabbed her thighs and took her legs from under her, sending her falling to the mattress. Dante spread her legs as far they would comfortably go, then had a second helping at the honeypot, this time focusing just on her clit, flicking his tongue over the surface. Carla squirmed and writhed in pleasure, grabbing the back of his head and bucking her hips until she came again. Dante eagerly lapped it all up, again probing inside her with his tongue, while stroking her clit with his thumb. After a few aftershocks, Carla asked him to fuck her some more.

Dante obliged. He entered her again, this time forcefully, and she exhaled in pleasure. Dante put the soles of her feet together and started to slowly stroke her again. Carla was quickly at the precipice of another orgasm, She pulled him down into a kiss, legs now wrapped around his waist, as he started to fuck her harder again. She spread her legs as far as they would go and Dante stood up, slowing his pace. He pulled out and rubbed the head of his dick on her clit. She shuddered and smacked him on the thigh. He traced the outline of her clit with his finger, Carla moaned again in pleasure. He offered her a taste. Carla sucked her nectar of his finger, making sure she only left the wetness from her mouth.

Dante climbed onto the bed back against the headboard. Carla slowly crawled over to him and climbed on. She grabbed him and eased herself onto him, spreading her ass as she went. She rode him furiously, hands against the wall for leverage. Dante started to meet her with his own thrusts. The headboard banged against the wall rhythmically. Dante could feel the waves Carla's ass was making as she bounced on him. He felt the tingle rise again. This time, he could not and did not want to contain it. He exploded inside her, the both of them continuing to fuck each other as his cum filled her. She collapsed onto his chest as she felt him soften.

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"That was a good night," Carla remembered as Dante finished recounting their nightcap. "I still can't believe you gave it up on the first night." She blushed again.

Dante laughed heartily. "You got me all drunk and starry eyed at the beach. I was powerless against your charms."

They fell silent as reality reformed around them.

"You feel better?" Dante asked, all the humor gone from his voice, leaving just his concern for his woman.

"A little." Carla did miss him a little less, but now she was extremely horny, and Dante was still 4,000 miles away.

"Good," Dante could feel the heaviness returning, so he gave her his most winning smile, and bade her goodnight.

"Hopefully, I dream about you tonight," he said more out loud to himself than to her. He glanced over at the calendar on the wall, the 4 remaining weeks staring back at him mockingly.

"Goodnight love," she felt the tears returning. "Sweet dreams. I'll call you tomorrow." She ended the call and dropped her phone on his pillow. The memory of their first date would have to carry her through this night and perhaps a few more, but Carla thought to herself, "He can't fly home, but there's nothing to say I can't fly there and spend his one day off with him. In bed."

She smiled to herself, this time feeling better for real, and she grabbed her phone to make the arrangements.