by Joan Davis
“You have no idea,” Samson said with a long-suffering sigh and got an elbow in his side for his troubles. With that, Conner and Mik left. Samson and Risa headed home and went for a swim in the lake before it got too late.
*****
Samson watched Risa staring into the lake as they let the setting sun dry their skin and hair after their swim. “Risa, if you think any harder, it’s going to give me a headache,” Samson said, hoping to lighten her mood.
Risa smiled wanly and asked softly, “If I asked you something sort of personal would you promise to tell me the truth?”
“Always,” Samson said without hesitation.
Risa took a deep breath and said, “Sarah and Maria told me that couples sometimes enjoy . . .”
“Rough play,” Samson offered quietly. He had been wondering when Risa would ask him about it.
Risa turned surprised eyes toward Samson. “Sara told me she finds it exciting to have Chris do things like spank her.” Hesitating, Risa looked into Samson’s eyes and asked, “Is that . . . Have you done that kind of thing with the women you’ve been with?”
Returning Risa’s stare, Samson said, “With some of them.”
Risa took a shaky breath and looked into the lake. “Samson, I can’t . . . I couldn’t . . .”
“Risa, look at me,” Samson said softly. When Risa met Samson’s warm gaze he said, “I want you, Risa. More than you will ever know. A million times a day I fantasize about you naked and under me as I thrust into your body. I want to watch you as I enter your body and then feel you around me. I love the sounds of passion you make and how my name sounds on your lips when I touch your body. Even when you just innocently brush up against me or turn that deadly stare on me I get hard. When I’m away from you, all I do is think about you. No other woman has ever had that effect on me, ever.”
“Samson,” Risa gasped.
Samson stopped Risa with a gentle finger to her lips. “When we make love, Risa, my one goal will be to bring you as much pleasure as I can. I will use my hands, mouth and body to stroke you until you scream in pleasure. I want to watch your face as I make you come over and over again. I will give you anything you want. You only need to tell me what that is. You have all the control here, Risa. My excitement, my lust and my passion are tied irrevocably to your satisfaction and pleasure.” Samson’s gaze smoldered with the absolute truth of his words.
Risa didn’t think, she just acted and slowly moved into Samson’s arms. She rested her head against his chest and gloried in the strength of his arms as he wrapped them around her. As it had been from the very first time they had met, Risa experienced the feeling of absolute trust and security.
Later that night, Risa was curled up on the couch with her drawing pad and pencils. She was dressed in an old T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts that she had put on after swimming in the lake. As she sketched out ideas on paper, her imagination started veering towards Samson. He had been in his office for the last hour on a conference call. Her pencil flew over the paper and slowly brought to life a picture of Samson in a pinstriped suit and a fedora. He was seated behind his desk on the phone and had one eyebrow raised in a cynical sneer.
“Wow Toots, is that a picture of me?” Samson asked in his best gangster voice as he leaned over the back of the couch.
Risa jumped at his voice. “You scared me,” She gasped, but looked down at the picture and grinned. “It’s not really how I see you. I was just playing.”
Samson threw his leg over the back of the couch and plopped down next to Risa. “So, how do you see me?”
Risa’s head filled with X-rated images, as she thought about the erotic words he had spoken earlier. Her face flamed. Shrugging in embarrassment, she said, “I just see you differently.” Biting her lip, Risa finally asked the question she had been dying to ask for weeks. “Would you be willing to model for me?”
Samson’s eyes darkened with heat. “I would love to model for you. How do you want me?” he asked.
Risa stared into his eyes and pointed to the leather chair across from the other end of the couch. “There is fine.”
Samson moved to the chair but didn’t sit. “Risa, do you want me nude or not?” Samson asked and waited for her to tell him what she wanted. He was already painfully aroused, but he wanted her to make the decision.
Risa felt heat pool low in her stomach, and her body clenched in excitement. “Nude,” she said breathlessly.
Never taking his eyes from hers, Samson slowly reached down and pulled his T-shirt up and over his head. His massive chest and stomach muscles stretched as he brought his arms above his head. He let the shirt drop to the floor and at the same time kicked off his casual Docksider shoes. Samson then reached down and began unsnapping his jeans and pulling down the zipper.
Risa watched his large hands in fascination. She took a shuddering breath as Samson bent to push his jeans down and stepped out of them. He was left in a pair of black boxers, which he slowly hooked his fingers in and began pushing them off his hips. Risa swallowed hard and a shiver of excitement tightened her muscles. As Samson let the boxers drop to the floor, she stared at his arousal and licked her suddenly dry lips. He seemed impossibly large to her, but then she really had no comparison she could make. The head of his penis was dark and mushroom shaped, and the thick shaft was lined with pulsing veins and ridges.
Samson let Risa look her fill before he sprawled into the leather chair with one leg bent and the other straight out in front of him. One muscular arm rested on the cool armrest of the chair, and he curled the other one up and rested his head on his fist. His manhood was painfully stiff and was almost vertical with his stomach. Samson clenched his jaw, trying to maintain control. “Is this how you want me?” Samson’s voice was deep and husky. “To pose, I mean.”
Risa jerked her eyes up from his manhood and met Samson’s intense gaze. “It’s fine.” She nodded jerkily and found her eyes wandering down over his beautiful form again. Can you have an orgasm from just looking at someone? Risa wondered, as liquid heat pooled between her legs, and her stomach clenched almost painfully. Samson’s body was beyond beautiful. His cooper skin was chiseled with muscled definition. Risa’s eye’s followed one toned muscle set into another. She wanted nothing more than to run her hands over every inch of Samson’s body. Her mind filled with fantasies of her naked body draped over him as he ran his hands over her body. What would he feel like inside her? Risa shivered and shifted as her arousal deepened.
“Risa,” Samson called out quietly.
Once again, Risa’s eyes sprang up and locked with Samson’s seductive gaze.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Aren’t you going to draw me?”
“Huh? Oh yes.” Risa mentally shook herself. She brought her pencil up and began to draw. It took a few breathless moments, but Risa quickly found herself caught in her creative zone and soon had two pages filled with luscious drawings of her beautiful subject. She shaded and accented the well-define muscles that formed Samson’s beautifully masculine body. Each stroke of her pencil was like foreplay to Risa. She felt like she was touching Samson with each pass she made on the paper. Breathing deeply, she finally looked up and met Samson’s gaze.
“Come and show me what you’ve done, Risa,” Samson growled, his control almost gone.
Risa got up and walked over to stand in between his powerful legs and handed him the drawing pad. Her breathing was erratic, and shivers were moving up and down her spine.
Samson took the drawing pad and propped it up next to the chair without looking at it. He stared into Risa’s eyes. “Will you model for me now?” Samson asked in a hoarse growl.
Risa stared into Samson’s eyes and slowly reached down and caught the hem of her T-shirt in her hands and pulled it up over her head. She heard the deep breath Samson took and felt his intense stare as she reached for the waistband of her shorts. She pushed them down over her hips until they fell to the floor. She stood in front of Samson in her bra and panti
es. Memories of their shower flashed in her mind, and her nipples tightened in arousal.
Samson shifted and said, “Now your bra.” He didn’t know how much longer he could control himself. He had waited so long for her, but he knew better than to rush this. The pleasurable pain was fast becoming unbearable. He couldn’t stop the low groan from escaping his mouth as Risa undid the front closure of her bra. She peeled the cups away from her breasts, and allowed the bra to drop off her shoulders. It joined the rest of the clothing already scattered on the floor.
As Risa reached for her panties, Samson shook his head. She dropped her hands and watched as Samson leaned towards her and brought his large callused hand up to rest on her outer thigh. His touch caused an electric charge to shoot up Risa’s spine and she gasped. His touch set fire to her entire body. Moist heat settled between her legs, and her inner muscles clenched tight.
Samson slowly ran his hand up to Risa’s smooth hip. He reached the edge of her panties that were held together by a small hand tied bows. As he fingered the small, lacey strings hanging down, he looked up and met her hooded gaze. “Did you buy these for me?”
“Yes,” Risa panted, her eyes silently begging him not to stop.
Looking back down to the tempting bow, Samson slowly pulled on one of the strings until the bow unraveled, and the panties fell back exposing part of her mound. Reaching up with his other hand, he repeated the action to the other side of Risa’s panties and watched as the small scrap of fabric hit the floor.
Risa whimpered with need and gasped in pleasure as Samson ran his hand down her flat stomach and cupped her mound. “Samson . . .,” Risa moaned her need.
“Part your legs, Risa. That’s it, baby,” Samson said and parted Risa lower lips with his fingers and found her already wet and slick with moisture. He slowly pushed a finger into her and felt her inner muscles grip him tightly. Using his thumb, Samson circled her clitoris until he felt her unconsciously thrusting her pelvis against his hand. He was able to pump his finger inside her pussy and match her movement.
Risa was panting and had to clutch Samson’s shoulder to keep from falling. “Ah . . . Samson, more . . .,” she cried out as she felt Samson add a second finger and began rhythmically thrusting them inside her tight channel. Tension started to build and Risa moved against Samson seeking more pleasure. His fingers filled her tight channel making her moan with each thrust. She ached for more and moved restlessly, seeking satisfaction that was just out of reach.
Samson knew Risa was close to coming and placed his thumb directly on her clitoris and rubbed it in a quick circular motion. He found the bundle of nerves inside Risa’s vagina and with each thrust of his curled fingers he heard her cry out her pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, and she screamed his name over and over again as her body shook uncontrollably.
Risa was overcome. Pleasure coursed through her body and she cried out in release. Her body shuddered and pulsed over and over until she thought she couldn’t take any more bliss. She would have collapsed, had Samson not held her up with his free hand. He continued to move his fingers and thumb until he felt her satisfaction was complete. Risa was breathing harshly and her body was slick with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Samson caught Risa up in his arms as he lunged out of the chair. He carried her into his bedroom and laid her across the bed. His mouth closed over Risa’s, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. One of Samson’s hands ran up over her torso and closed over her breast. He ran his lips down Risa’s neck until he brought his mouth over her breast. He sucked her nipple deeply between his lips, and then lashed it with his tongue.
Risa arched against Samson and moaned harshly. Thrashing her head against the quilt, Risa felt Samson raked his teeth over her taut peak, and then repeated the action on her other breast. Tension began to quickly build between her legs again, and Risa whimpered. Need crawled through her body as Samson used his fingers to once again thrust into her body and rub against her already sensitive clitoris.
“Baby I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Risa heard Samson’s low groan and felt it in her chest. Shuddering with undeniable pleasure, Risa arched wantonly, trying to get closer to Samson.
Risa spread her legs wider and kept thrusting against him until suddenly his fingers were gone, and she was left empty. “Samson, don’t stop,” she cried out, seeking Samson’s touch.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Samson breathed out harshly. He reached into his night stand, pulled out a condom, quickly ripped it open, and rolled it down his shaft. He parted Risa’s thighs wider and guided his cock into her moist entrance. He rasped hotly and gritted his teeth. He watched the head of his penis split her folds as he slowly pushed into Risa’s slick passage. As he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his slow invasion, he reached out and began massaging her clitoris. “Relax, baby. That’s it, just relax and feel,” Samson coaxed as he slid more of his cock into her virgin body. His entire body tightened as sheer pleasure coursed through him.
Risa felt the fullness of Samson’s penis as he slowly pushed into her tight sheath. The pleasure was almost painful, and Risa moved restlessly. “Samson, please don’t stop.” She thrashed against him. She could feel him as he pushed deeper inside her. An almost frantic need took hold of her and her fingernails bit into Samson’s back as she tried to bring him closer.
Samson clenched his jaw in agony when he felt his penis bump against Risa’s virgin barrier, and he stopped moving. “Risa I don’t want to hurt you, This may be painful the first time. Just try to relax . . .,” Samson started to say, but before he could finish Risa had planted her feet on the bed and thrust upward and impaled herself fully onto his penis.
Crying out at the pinch of pain, Risa felt Samson’s penis break through her hymen, but the pain was swallowed up as intense pleasure coursed through her body. She screamed again as she came violently. Samson’s penis, ridged with pulsing veins, slid roughly against Risa’s clitoris. Her body shuddered, and pleasure wracked her sensitive nerve endings. She felt Samson’s body come down over hers, and Risa wrapped her arms and legs around him as he began to rock against her.
Samson pulled back and thrust into Risa until he was moving his hips in a steady rhythm. He buried his face into her neck, knowing he wasn’t going to last long. He started to pound into her tight sheath until his felt her muscles tighten around him, and she began to climax again. Risa’s nails involuntarily scraped down Samson’s back as the waves of her orgasm hit her. Samson felt his balls tighten, and he cried out hoarsely as he reached his own release. He kept thrusting his hips against Risa until he felt her body relax around him. Exhausted and replete, he collapsed over her.
For long minutes, they both lay without moving. Risa had allowed her legs to drop down and rest on either side of Samson’s. She moved her fingers into his hair and sensually massaged his scalp. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.
Eventually, Samson rolled onto his side and took his weight off of Risa. She protested weakly, but Samson lean down and brushed his lips over hers. “I’ll be right back.” he said and moved off the bed and went into his bath room. Risa could hear water running, but she was too content to move. Samson soon returned and scooped her up in his arms and walked into the bathroom.
“Wanna sleep,” Risa mumbled as she snuggled against Samson’s body. Liquid warmth surrounded them both and she realized Samson had submerged them into a warm bath. Risa sighed and relaxed even more.
Samson laid Risa back against him and gently washed her body. He used the shower attachment to washed her hair and rinsed it before doing the same thing to himself. Then he just laid back and let the steamy warmth of the water soak into their bodies.
When the water began to cool, Samson got out and then pulled Risa out against her will. “Samson, just put more hot water in the tub,” she complained sleepily.
Samson laughed and toweled Risa off and sat her on one of the cushioned benches while he dried himself. He was
tempted to get the blow dryer out and dry their hair but decided against it when he saw Risa’s annoyed expression. Laughing again, he led her back to the bedroom and stripped the quilt off the bed. He got another one from the closet and spread it out over the bed.
Before he could act, Risa was crawling under the quilt and snuggling against the pillows. Samson went around and climbed in the other side and pulled her close. She moved against him until she was comfortable, and then quickly fell asleep. Samson ran his fingers absently through her hair. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Nothing in Samson’s life had prepared him for the intense feelings that bombarded him at that moment. As far as Samson was concerned, he had found his heaven and nothing would keep him from it, from Risa. Pulling her closer, Samson allowed sleep to take him as well.
*****
A couple of days later, Risa rolled over in bed and stared at her own sexy, sleeping giant. He’s better than a large Coke slushy and even better than chocolate chip ice cream, Risa thought to herself. Good thing sex doesn’t make you fat because I would have put on twenty pounds by now, Risa giggle silently. Samson was on his back and stretched out with one knee bent and his arms flung over his head. Shivering with arousal, Risa just lay on her pillow and looked her fill. Just look at how beautiful he is, she thought in awe.
Samson’s body was just colossal. His arms were huge, even in repose. The well-defined muscles of his upper arms slid into his strong, thick forearms and large masculine hands. Risa shivered as she thought about what Samson’s hands could do to her body. With just a touch, he could ignite her passion to the point where she wanted to scream with pleasure. She was still amazed that someone so large could be so gentle and loving. Despite her past and her scars, Samson made Risa feel beautiful and desirable.
Risa’s eyes followed the path from his wide chest and chiseled abdomen. She looked down at his long, powerful legs. As he slept, she could see his muscles flex and move as his body shifted. Risa loved Samson’s strength. It made her feel safe, and it could also make her feminine side flush with desire. With a wicked grin, Risa noticed Samson was fully erect and was tenting the sheet that lay over his hips.