Samson's Lovely Mortal
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“Hmh, that’s better,” Delilah murmured as he sought her lips again. Her hands embraced him and slowly moved from his back further south. He felt her slip them into his boxers, touching his firm ass. Ah, but her hands were soft.
“You’re not dressed.”
“You noticed that, huh?” He chuckled. “I was just about to take a shower.” But why shower alone when she was back? “Care to join me?” Should he just lug her over his shoulder, or would he be acting too much like a caveman? Woman. Sex. It was all he could think of.
Samson didn’t wait for an answer, but started to pull down the zipper of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her blouse followed seconds later. She didn’t show any objection.
“I guess I must have said yes,” she smirked, as she stepped out of her shoes.
“That’s what I heard.”
When he stripped her of her bra and panties, Delilah returned the favor and let his boxers drop to the floor. His hard-on jutted out proudly and pointed straight at her. Samson lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom.
He sat her down before he turned on the water in the shower, but kept his arm around her waist. Her skin was too tempting to let go of.
“I had a hard time this morning doing my hair in here. I couldn’t find a mirror.”
Samson flinched. Damn, she’d noticed. Since vampires didn’t reflect in mirrors, he’d never had a need to have one installed in his bathroom. What else had she noticed?
“Sorry about that. I’m having it replaced. I wasn’t planning on an overnight guest.” He smiled at her and kissed her quickly before she could find anything else that struck her as odd. His kiss silenced her just the way it was intended to. He pulled her into the shower without releasing her lips.
His hunger for her had just doubled. Had it only been last night that he’d first had sex with her? It seemed that he knew her body much more intimately than that. Every curve was familiar, yet so exciting. He knew he would recognize her touch even if he was blind. The way her hands teased his skin, how her fingers ignited his passion for her, he would always know it was her.
“Why don’t you help me get cleaned up?” Without waiting for an answer Samson squeezed a dollop of liquid soap into her hand. As her hands lathered the soap over his skin, he closed his eyes. Never had he felt so relaxed than when he was with her. He breathed in deeply when he felt her hands tending to his shaft and balls. Delilah slowly and deliberately moved her hand up and down, the foam making the movement smooth.
“Good?” His little human vixen was clearly bent on driving him insane and doing an excellent job at it.
“You have no idea.” He sighed and allowed himself to be swept away by her touch. His hands sought her out and pressed her against him.
“Rinse me off. I don’t want to be all soapy when I slide inside of you.” It felt completely natural that he wanted her and let her know what he intended to do. There was no pretense between them.
He saw Delilah smile as she rinsed the soap off his skin. She could get him excited within seconds. Samson lowered his head to her mouth, smothering her with his passionate kiss.
His tongue mated with hers, filling her mouth, just like he wanted to fill the rest of her body. She tasted like a beautiful summer night, like rain after a hot day. Her scent alone drove him to distraction, but coupled with her sweet taste and the softness of her naked skin pressed against his, brought him right back to the night before. There was only one cure for his desire for her. He had to bury himself in her, and he couldn’t wait a minute longer.
His cock throbbed almost painfully when he lowered himself a few inches and guided himself in between her thighs so her moist pink petals rested on him. Samson slid back and forth, staying outside her body, letting her ride his hard rod.
“You feel so good.” She moaned. Exactly his thought. No. Not good. Amazing! Her soft flesh was warm, her wetness drenching him.
He shifted his angle, and his shaft teased at the entrance of her body. Delilah breathed heavily.
“We should get a condom,” she whispered, but her body pressed against his cock. Did she know what she was doing, or was she just as lost in the sensation as he was?
“We should.” But instead he eased into her just an inch deep. He would go get a condom from the bedroom if she insisted. “I’ll get one.” But he didn’t move, and her hands held onto his arms. Her muscles tensed around him, as if to pull him closer.
“Samson, don’t leave.” Her voice was hoarse, but insistent. She pushed toward him, making him penetrate deeper. He was halfway inside her and felt her muscles tantalize him. Hell, he was on fire.
“You’re not dressed.”
“You noticed that, huh?” He chuckled. “I was just about to take a shower.” But why shower alone when she was back? “Care to join me?” Should he just lug her over his shoulder, or would he be acting too much like a caveman? Woman. Sex. It was all he could think of.
Samson didn’t wait for an answer, but started to pull down the zipper of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her blouse followed seconds later. She didn’t show any objection.
“I guess I must have said yes,” she smirked, as she stepped out of her shoes.
“That’s what I heard.”
When he stripped her of her bra and panties, Delilah returned the favor and let his boxers drop to the floor. His hard-on jutted out proudly and pointed straight at her. Samson lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom.
He sat her down before he turned on the water in the shower, but kept his arm around her waist. Her skin was too tempting to let go of.
“I had a hard time this morning doing my hair in here. I couldn’t find a mirror.”
Samson flinched. Damn, she’d noticed. Since vampires didn’t reflect in mirrors, he’d never had a need to have one installed in his bathroom. What else had she noticed?
“Sorry about that. I’m having it replaced. I wasn’t planning on an overnight guest.” He smiled at her and kissed her quickly before she could find anything else that struck her as odd. His kiss silenced her just the way it was intended to. He pulled her into the shower without releasing her lips.
His hunger for her had just doubled. Had it only been last night that he’d first had sex with her? It seemed that he knew her body much more intimately than that. Every curve was familiar, yet so exciting. He knew he would recognize her touch even if he was blind. The way her hands teased his skin, how her fingers ignited his passion for her, he would always know it was her.
“Why don’t you help me get cleaned up?” Without waiting for an answer Samson squeezed a dollop of liquid soap into her hand. As her hands lathered the soap over his skin, he closed his eyes. Never had he felt so relaxed than when he was with her. He breathed in deeply when he felt her hands tending to his shaft and balls. Delilah slowly and deliberately moved her hand up and down, the foam making the movement smooth.
“Good?” His little human vixen was clearly bent on driving him insane and doing an excellent job at it.
“You have no idea.” He sighed and allowed himself to be swept away by her touch. His hands sought her out and pressed her against him.
“Rinse me off. I don’t want to be all soapy when I slide inside of you.” It felt completely natural that he wanted her and let her know what he intended to do. There was no pretense between them.
He saw Delilah smile as she rinsed the soap off his skin. She could get him excited within seconds. Samson lowered his head to her mouth, smothering her with his passionate kiss.
His tongue mated with hers, filling her mouth, just like he wanted to fill the rest of her body. She tasted like a beautiful summer night, like rain after a hot day. Her scent alone drove him to distraction, but coupled with her sweet taste and the softness of her naked skin pressed against his, brought him right back to the night before. There was only one cure for his desire for her. He had to bury himself in her, and he couldn’t wait a minute longer.
His cock throbbed almost painfully when he lowered himself a few inches and guided himself in between her thighs so her moist pink petals rested on him. Samson slid back and forth, staying outside her body, letting her ride his hard rod.
“You feel so good.” She moaned. Exactly his thought. No. Not good. Amazing! Her soft flesh was warm, her wetness drenching him.
He shifted his angle, and his shaft teased at the entrance of her body. Delilah breathed heavily.
“We should get a condom,” she whispered, but her body pressed against his cock. Did she know what she was doing, or was she just as lost in the sensation as he was?
“We should.” But instead he eased into her just an inch deep. He would go get a condom from the bedroom if she insisted. “I’ll get one.” But he didn’t move, and her hands held onto his arms. Her muscles tensed around him, as if to pull him closer.
“Samson, don’t leave.” Her voice was hoarse, but insistent. She pushed toward him, making him penetrate deeper. He was halfway inside her and felt her muscles tantalize him. Hell, he was on fire.
