Samson's Lovely Mortal

by Tina Folsom

  “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.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.” She moaned and widened her stance for him. Effortlessly his hand slipped into her panties and traveled to the moist folds of flesh marking the entrance to her body.

  “You’re so wet.” He let his admiration color his words.

  “That’s your fault.” Her voice was even more of a turn-on than she could know.

  “Last night I was dreaming of being inside of you, of feeling your muscles tighten around me when you come. I couldn’t think of anything else. I could barely get through the day.” He had barely slept. Rather he’d been daydreaming about her, about the things he wanted to do with her.

  “I didn’t fare much better after how you made me feel last night.”

  Delilah tilted her pelvis toward his hand in silent invitation.

  “Tell me, did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand?”

  His fingers played with her warm flesh, parting the plump lips and spreading her cream. She let out another moan, but didn’t answer him.

  “Did you make yourself come?” He was eager to hear her answer.

  Delilah shook her head. “No.”

  “Why not?” He eased one finger into her inviting slit. She was so tight, he was sure she hadn’t been fucked in a while.

  “I wanted you to do it.”

  And he would. “Like this?” He used his thumb to find her clit and caressed it, while his finger slowly slipped back and forth, in and out.

  “Oh God, just like that.” Her head dropped against his chest.

  “You feel so good. Even better than I’ve imagined.”

  “Hmh.” Her body started rocking with him in a tantalizing rhythm. His second hand came to aid, allowing him to spread her flesh and expose her engorged nub to his eager fingers, pinching her lightly to send more sensations coursing through her body. She was so easy to read, reacting so directly to each of his ministrations.

  “I’m not going to stop until you come right here.” He breathed into her ear. “I want to feel your orgasm rock through your body, and I want to be the reason for it.” The thought of making her come excited him more than pleasing a woman had ever before. At this moment he wasn’t concerned with his own pleasure, he just wanted to experience hers. Now that he knew that he would have her, he could wait and enjoy the anticipation.

  “Can you do that for me, come for me?”

  His cock was firmly pressed against her lower back, and he knew his erection would still be there later. It wouldn’t come down, not with feeling her body the way he was. With every movement she rubbed herself against him, seemingly oblivious to the sensations she sent through his body.

  “Oh God,” she moaned breathlessly. He massaged her clit, following the movements of her body, speeding up as her rhythm sped up. Now two of his fingers plunged into her and moved rhythmically in and out, making her sigh louder, while his finger on her engorged button moved relentlessly, never slowing down, never tiring.

  Samson noticed when her breathing changed, her body tensed and her movements became short bursts. He relished the way her body reacted to his touch. His fingers were drenched with her juices, and the scent made his already-hard cock yearn for release.

  “That’s it, sweetness, just like that.”

  She rode his fingers like an experienced and eager rider. Her skin was flushed, her pulse had quickened, and he could virtually smell the hot blood rushing through her veins, right underneath her skin where his lips latched onto her neck, suckling gently.

  But he wouldn’t bite her. No. This was for her. For some inexplicable reason he wanted to be the best lover she’d ever had. He wanted to thank her for what she’d done for him, for the way she aroused him.

  “Yes; come for me.” His hands moved faster, matching her rhythm. He could sense the shudders going through her body, the waves, and then her interior muscles clenching around his fingers in short spasms, raining more cream onto his hand as she came. Slowly he stilled his hand to let her ride out her climax.

  Samson slipped his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking her arousal off them, well aware that she watched him with bated breath.

  “Mmh, you’re delicious.” He’d never tasted anything better in his life. This wouldn’t be the last time tonight that he feasted on her.

  “Oh my God!” Her voice sounded husky as her knees suddenly buckled.

  He caught her and brought them both down on the couch. He turned her in his arms to gaze at her face. She looked flushed, her skin glistened.

  “Satisfied now?” He smiled.

  “You’re amazing.” She met his look and pulled his face to hers. Her lips approached his and met them in a passionate kiss.

  “Does this mean you’re going to share my bed tonight?”

  “I thought we’d already cleared that hurdle.”

  “I don’t recall getting a definite answer from you. Even though, I could venture a guess.”

  “Maybe I’ll just show you my answer.”

  Her hand went to the bulge underneath his pants, cupping it. He felt her fingers slowly trace his hard cock from the tip to the base and back again. He inhaled sharply. It appeared that his selflessness in pleasuring her would pay off.

  “I think I get the idea.”

  “Let me just make it a little clearer, so there’s no misunderstanding later.”

  Delilah tugged at the zipper of his pants and pulled it down slowly. Her hand easily slipped inside. Samson felt the soft skin of her palm pushing his boxers aside and finding his erection straining against her hand. She wrapped her hand around him, gripping his hard shaft tightly. A drop of moisture had already oozed from its tip. With her finger, she slowly spread the moisture over the head, massaging it in. He couldn’t remember ever having been touched this gently.

  She w
ould be a very attentive lover, he knew now. She would be just the right medicine for him. One on which he could easily overdose if he wasn’t careful. Dr. Drake had neglected to tell him how much sex he should have with her. Surely he hadn’t meant just once?

  “Oh, God, woman, you’re torturing me.”

  Delilah gave a soft giggle. “I don’t believe you know the meaning of torture.”

  She moved her hand up and down his erection, keeping her grip firm, as if she knew how he liked it. No tutoring needed.

  “I do now.” Samson sighed.

  “Take me to bed before we embarrass Carl when he gets back.”

  He swept her up into his arms and walked up the stairs. This time she didn’t protest being carried. He liked the feel of her small body in his arms. As he carried her into his bedroom, he noticed her giving her surroundings a brief glance. The four-poster bed, the floor pillows in front of the huge fire place, the paintings.

  He noted with joy that nothing held her attention for long. Instead her eyes moved back to him, giving him another of her gorgeous smiles. His worldly possessions didn’t seem to influence her. He believed he could have carried her into a shabby hut, and as long as there was a bed, she would have smiled at him with the same anticipation in her eyes.

  Samson lowered her onto the bed, quickly stripping her of her shoes before he reached for a remote on the bedside table. One click and the fireplace ignited, starting a small fire. The lights on both bedside tables were on and provided a soft glow in the room. He let his eyes glide over her, savoring the moment.

  “Beautiful.” He meant it. To him she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever touched. And now she was in his bed. Ready for him.

  Moments later he joined her and took her into his strong arms again. Her body felt so right.

  “I forgot to mention: though I can guarantee your safety here, I can’t guarantee that you’ll get any sleep tonight.” He made no attempt to hide the desire in his voice. “In fact, I guarantee you that you won’t.” Not a wink of sleep, not as long as he had any energy left. And as a creature of the night he had energy in abundance.

  Her long lashes fluttered as she looked up at him. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He knew she was teasing him. He felt his skin burn when her fingers travelled to his shirt where she eased one button open and let her hand slip in to touch him. What soft hands.

  “Is that a challenge?” He was definitely up for it, more than she could even begin to understand.

  “What are you going to do about it?” He knew what she was doing about it, because he was at the receiving end of it. And not complaining either. She’d opened two more buttons of his shirt and now liberally caressed his chest. He was not about to stop her.

  “This.” He kissed her cheek. “And that.” He kissed her neck. “And that.”

  Samson crushed her lips with his, invading her like he’d done before, but this time more fiercely, more passionately. Nothing could stop him now. She was his, and she wanted him of her own free will. The thought made him feel powerful and stoked his passion for her even more.

  Delilah responded to him so willingly and completely, giving her body over to his in the most trusting way he’d ever seen a woman react to him. He didn’t understand it, but he soaked it up. Her body molded itself to his with an understanding he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Even though he was a complete stranger to her, her body seemed to trust him. He could feel how it cried out for him when she writhed against his every touch. Always asking for more.

  Samson interrupted their passionate kiss and pulled back to look into her eyes. They matched his in passion and desire. This human woman had fire, more than he’d ever seen in any vampire female.

  “I want you,” he murmured, barely recognizing his own voice, so low and dark.

  “You have me.” Did she really mean it? He was going to find out.

  Her hands trailed over his chest, barely touching, yet making his whole body shiver at the electric sensation of her caress.

  It was time to unwrap her. He undid the knot of her top taking all of two seconds, before he peeled her out of it. Delilah wore no bra this time. He gasped at the sight of her naked breasts. They were round, firm, and their peaks were topped with hard pink nipples that begged to be touched again. He would answer that particular call anytime.

  His hands squeezed her breasts gently, and his fingers tugged at her nipples, sending visible shivers through her body.

  “Oh yes!” Her voice was breathless and just a whisper.

  He lowered his head, brushing against her sensitive skin with his lips. Her back arched to move toward him.

  “So impatient.” He teased her skin, but knew he was just as eager as she was.

  “Please.”

  His lips found her nipple and slowly sucked on it. As his tongue swept over it, she wiggled under his grip. She wanted more. He moved to her other breast, licking her with his moist tongue, kneading her with his hands, feeling her twist under him. Sweet torture. It was payback for what she’d done to his cock earlier.

  “You taste good enough to eat.”

  “I thought you’ve already had dinner.”

  Samson smirked. “I skipped dessert.”

  Because I’m going to devour you instead.

  She gave a soft chuckle of approval.

  Her breasts received the attention they demanded as he sucked harder, getting to know every inch of them with his lips, his tongue and his hands. His eyes had already made a mental image of them, burned into his memory forever.

  Her scent engulfed him. It had been there all evening, the faint scent of lavender on her skin mixed with the scent of her arousal. He’d picked it up in the theater and fought it as best he could. No longer. He was ready to take it all in and let it wash over him.

  They undressed each other, both of them impatient now, unable to wait any longer. Finally all their clothes lay on the floor, and their naked bodies embraced. Her curves fit perfectly into his body. Custom made just for him.

  Delilah’s hand touched his erect cock, caressing the velvet-steel length of him. He was close and desperately needed release.

  “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He’d held onto his control as best he could. “Especially not if you touch me like that.”

  “Would you rather I didn’t touch you like that?” Her voice sounded more innocent than he knew she was, evidenced by the fact that she continued with her wicked caress.

  “Don’t you dare stop.” It wasn’t a threat: it was a demand he knew she only too willingly gave into.

  “Where do you keep your condoms?”

  “Condoms?” Samson didn’t immediately understand, until he realized she thought he was human. Humans used condoms. He couldn’t tell her that she didn’t need to worry about disease or pregnancy with him, so what should he do now?

  “I’m sorry, I completely forgot. I didn’t really plan this …” It was an innocent enough lie.

  Delilah smiled. “And there I thought you were trying to seduce me from the minute I got into your car.”

  “I was, but I guess I didn’t really think I’d be successful.” Of course, he thought he’d get her into bed. At least he knew he would have tried anything to succeed. Even mind control?

  “You don’t strike me as the guy who’d give up easily.”

  “I don’t, but it doesn’t mean I always get what I want.” Actually, most of the time he got what he wanted. Just not lately.

  “Tonight you will. I brought a condom.”

  “Does that mean you’ve been planning to get me into bed all along?” he said mock-shocked, but in reality he was relieved their evening wouldn’t be cut short due to lack of protection.

  “A girl’s got to try.”

  He kissed her. “So where are those condoms?”

  “In my handbag. I think I left it in the living room.”

  “I’ll get it.”

  Samson rushed downstairs, grateful for the short interrupt
ion. He was thirsty and needed to get some blood if he wanted to make sure she was safe from him for the rest of the night. He couldn’t let his thirst for blood get in the way of his sexual satisfaction. He sped into the kitchen and gulped down a large glass of blood. As he closed the fridge, he realized that in the morning she would see the blood in there. He couldn’t let that happen. Quickly he wrote a note to Carl, put it into an envelope and secured it to the fridge door with a magnet. He would see it when he came to bring the food.

  Samson found her handbag, snatched it, and dashed back up the stairs two at a time. She was waiting for him. As she pulled out a condom from her handbag and handed it to him, he couldn’t put it on fast enough. Instead of joining her on the bed, he pulled her toward him by her ankles until her legs dangled over the side, and her buttocks rested on the edge of the mattress where he stood.

  He looked at her as he spread her legs and positioned himself at her center. Slowly. Deliberately. He pulled her legs up and rested them against his shoulders. She was waiting for him, waiting for him to make a move. His cock at the moist entrance of her body teased her to increase her awareness of him.

  Samson inhaled her scent and then slowly pushed forward, plunging into her.

  She moaned loudly, joining his groan.

  He felt her tight muscles around his cock closing in on him. No, she hadn’t been fucked in a while. He would do the honors of fucking her from now on. He pulled back so only the very tip of his hard shaft was still submerged in her.

  “More!” she begged.

  Samson thrust back into her, deeper than before. And again. Their bodies slammed together, hard, deep. His cock took on its own will, plunging into her and pulling back in a rhythm he knew would put him over the edge. He needed to get control of himself, to slow it down, to make it last.

  He reminded himself of who she was: a human, a vulnerable mortal with hot blood pulsating through her veins. Delilah deserved better than him fucking her like a beast. He released her legs and lowered himself on her, hovering above her. Instantly she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him close to her.