Samson's Lovely Mortal
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“Everything, Miss?” Carl asked politely, but she ignored him.
Looking at her gracious host, she laughed. “You should look in the mirror and see your face!” She got herself under control. “Priceless.” His shocked face, thinking she was planning to move in, was quite a sight to behold. But she couldn’t let him suffer any longer.
“Sorry; it’s not what you think. I’m in San Francisco on a business trip. I only have a small suitcase and my laptop, so I figured Carl might bring the whole lot. If that’s ok?”
Samson exhaled visibly. “You had me there for a second; I didn’t see that one coming.” He looked relaxed now. “Carl, will you get Miss Sheridan’s things please and put them in the guest room?”
Delilah handed Carl the key to the apartment. He turned around to leave.
“And Carl, could you also stop by the supermarket and get some food for Miss Sheridan? I think my fridge is pretty empty.”
“What would you like, Miss?”
“Delilah?”
“Just whatever you eat,” she answered. She really didn’t want to make any trouble. When it came to food, she wasn’t fussy.
“Sir?” Carl looked a little lost.
“Just get some fruit, milk, coffee, cereal, yogurt, bread, the usual,” his boss instructed him. “And thanks, Carl.”
“Good night, sir, good night, Miss.”
A second later Carl was gone. She was still looking to the door when Samson’s arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into him.
“Were you trying to shock me?” He started nibbling at her ear lobe.
“Did it work?”
“What do you think?”
His lips wandered to her neck, softly brushing her skin until goose bumps started forming.
“Cold?”
How could she be when his hot hands stroked across her belly? “Hot.”
And getting hotter by the second.
“Thought so.” Samson sounded suspiciously smug.
He left one hand wrapped around her waist and moved the other one higher, traveling deliberately up the middle of her torso through the valley of her breasts until he reached the neckline of her top.
“What were you trying to do to me in the theater?” He stroked his fingers along the line where her top stopped and her skin began. Her skin tingled when his fingers touched her.
“Get a reaction out of you.”
Samson pressed her harder against his body, rubbing his cock against her lower back. He had a full-blown erection and made no secret of it.
“This kind of reaction?” He wanted her to acknowledge his hard-on? She could do better than that.
Her hand trailed back to run down the side of his hip as she rubbed her buttocks against the hard outline of his shaft, eliciting a not-so-subtle groan from him. It felt too good not to, so she did it again. “I wanted to see whether you’d have the same reaction as when you thought I was a stripper.”
So Delilah had noticed that he’d had a hard-on when he’d kissed her the previous night. And despite the effect she knew she had on him, she had accepted his invitation. Brave. “Satisfied?”
“I think you’ll need to do a little more to satisfy me.”
Samson accepted the challenge. His hand traced her neckline. Slowly he slipped it underneath her top and caressed her breast. He cupped her firm peak. Her very responsive peak.
“That’s a start. Samson?”
“Uh huh?” His hand was busy teasing her nipple and turning it hard.
“The stripper last night.” He felt her hesitate. Her question was unspoken, but he knew what she wanted to hear.
“I didn’t touch her. I sent her away. There was no way I could touch another woman after I kissed you. It didn’t feel right.” Not entirely true, since he’d certainly tried, but the result was the same. He hadn’t touched the stripper.
Delilah tilted her head back, and he seized the opportunity to sink his lips onto her exposed neck. Her tempting neck. He could feel her hot blood running through the throbbing vein right underneath her pale skin. So delicious. So trusting.
“All night after you left I was wondering whether you’d allow me to kiss you and touch you. Or if you’d fight me again.”
She gave him an answer by taking the hand that rested on her waist and slowly pushed it lower. He couldn’t resist the open invitation. With a swift move he pulled up her skirt and slid his hand underneath. He let her scent guide him to the warm moisture pooling at the apex of her thighs, touching her drenched panties with his hand.
Looking at her gracious host, she laughed. “You should look in the mirror and see your face!” She got herself under control. “Priceless.” His shocked face, thinking she was planning to move in, was quite a sight to behold. But she couldn’t let him suffer any longer.
“Sorry; it’s not what you think. I’m in San Francisco on a business trip. I only have a small suitcase and my laptop, so I figured Carl might bring the whole lot. If that’s ok?”
Samson exhaled visibly. “You had me there for a second; I didn’t see that one coming.” He looked relaxed now. “Carl, will you get Miss Sheridan’s things please and put them in the guest room?”
Delilah handed Carl the key to the apartment. He turned around to leave.
“And Carl, could you also stop by the supermarket and get some food for Miss Sheridan? I think my fridge is pretty empty.”
“What would you like, Miss?”
“Delilah?”
“Just whatever you eat,” she answered. She really didn’t want to make any trouble. When it came to food, she wasn’t fussy.
“Sir?” Carl looked a little lost.
“Just get some fruit, milk, coffee, cereal, yogurt, bread, the usual,” his boss instructed him. “And thanks, Carl.”
“Good night, sir, good night, Miss.”
A second later Carl was gone. She was still looking to the door when Samson’s arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into him.
“Were you trying to shock me?” He started nibbling at her ear lobe.
“Did it work?”
“What do you think?”
His lips wandered to her neck, softly brushing her skin until goose bumps started forming.
“Cold?”
How could she be when his hot hands stroked across her belly? “Hot.”
And getting hotter by the second.
“Thought so.” Samson sounded suspiciously smug.
He left one hand wrapped around her waist and moved the other one higher, traveling deliberately up the middle of her torso through the valley of her breasts until he reached the neckline of her top.
“What were you trying to do to me in the theater?” He stroked his fingers along the line where her top stopped and her skin began. Her skin tingled when his fingers touched her.
“Get a reaction out of you.”
Samson pressed her harder against his body, rubbing his cock against her lower back. He had a full-blown erection and made no secret of it.
“This kind of reaction?” He wanted her to acknowledge his hard-on? She could do better than that.
Her hand trailed back to run down the side of his hip as she rubbed her buttocks against the hard outline of his shaft, eliciting a not-so-subtle groan from him. It felt too good not to, so she did it again. “I wanted to see whether you’d have the same reaction as when you thought I was a stripper.”
So Delilah had noticed that he’d had a hard-on when he’d kissed her the previous night. And despite the effect she knew she had on him, she had accepted his invitation. Brave. “Satisfied?”
“I think you’ll need to do a little more to satisfy me.”
Samson accepted the challenge. His hand traced her neckline. Slowly he slipped it underneath her top and caressed her breast. He cupped her firm peak. Her very responsive peak.
“That’s a start. Samson?”
“Uh huh?” His hand was busy teasing her nipple and turning it hard.
“The stripper last night.” He felt her hesitate. Her question was unspoken, but he knew what she wanted to hear.
“I didn’t touch her. I sent her away. There was no way I could touch another woman after I kissed you. It didn’t feel right.” Not entirely true, since he’d certainly tried, but the result was the same. He hadn’t touched the stripper.
Delilah tilted her head back, and he seized the opportunity to sink his lips onto her exposed neck. Her tempting neck. He could feel her hot blood running through the throbbing vein right underneath her pale skin. So delicious. So trusting.
“All night after you left I was wondering whether you’d allow me to kiss you and touch you. Or if you’d fight me again.”
She gave him an answer by taking the hand that rested on her waist and slowly pushed it lower. He couldn’t resist the open invitation. With a swift move he pulled up her skirt and slid his hand underneath. He let her scent guide him to the warm moisture pooling at the apex of her thighs, touching her drenched panties with his hand.
