Samson's Lovely Mortal (11 page)

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 interruption. 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.

He lowered his lips onto hers and kissed her. She tasted like a beautiful flower in a meadow full of lavender. Images of a warm summer afternoon drifted into his mind. He was dancing with her in a meadow of lavender with the sun shining onto him without burning him. He felt the warmth of the rays on his skin, not hurting, but caressing him. What was happening? He could clearly feel the sun, smell the lavender and see the meadow. Was he hallucinating? He blinked and the image disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

His rhythm slowed, and with more tenderness he thought he was capable of, he moved inside of her, slowly and deliberately, soaking up the sensations their intimate joining conjured up in him. He gazed into her green eyes and felt tenderness overwhelm him.

“This is wonderful.”  Never had sex felt this tender to him and conjured up such loving feelings in him—not even back when he was human. This woman made him want to feel with his heart, not just his body.

Samson sought her mouth again, tasting her sweet nectar. He was instantly transported back into the sun where he basked under its rays. What was she doing to him, giving him these strange visions? Or was his abstinence from sex to blame for the images in his head?

Even though he didn’t know what was happening, he didn’t fight it, but let himself be carried away—until he suddenly felt her muscles spasm around his cock, squeezing him as she came.

“No, not yet.” But it was too late. He couldn’t hold back and came as she milked him until he was spent.

“Delilah.” He recognized the smile on her face as that of a satisfied woman. He would make sure that he’d see that smile all night. Her lips were still moist from his last kiss. Gently he brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek and followed it by kissing the spot.

A contented sigh was her answer.  “Samson.”

He could have stayed on top of her all night, but instead rolled off and stripped himself of the used condom. He didn’t like the separation from her and instantly pulled her back into his arms. Draping her over his body, he kissed the top of her head tenderly. He couldn’t say anything else. For once in his life he was speechless.

Delilah lifted her head and looked at him, but no words came to her lips. Instead, she buried her head in the crook of his neck. He tenderly stroked her hair. There was no need for words. He’d never felt the need to hold a woman the way he held her. He’d never felt the need to cuddle with a woman after sex, so why with her? He had no answer to his question, and for now he didn’t need any.

Samson put his hand under her chin and pulled her face up to him. Without a word, his lips found hers, kissing her longingly. He knew by morning her lips and the rest of her body would be sore, sore because he wouldn’t be able to stop. Just this one sexual act with her had shown him he needed more of her. He wasn’t even close to being sated.

Why?  Maybe because he was so starved for sex, or maybe because her body felt so good. Whatever the reason, and he didn’t really care at this point, he needed more.

Samson could feel himself getting hard again and wanted to join his body with hers.

“Could you please hand me another condom?” he asked her as he released her lips.

“I only brought one.”

“One?” Disbelief overrode his instant panic. He looked at her. “Did you think one was going to be enough?”

“Well, I didn’t know …” He caught her glance at his erection, and the knowledge that she liked what she saw made him feel like a proud peacock, increasing his hardness even more.

“Ye of little faith!”

He touched his finger to her nose and laughed. “I’m not going to be able to spend the next six hours in bed with you without touching you. I don’t have that kind of self-control, believe me.”

“So, what now?”

“Would you hand me that phone from the nightstand please?”

Delilah reached for the cordless phone on her side of the bed and handed it to him.

“What are you doing?”

He dialed a number. “Putting in an order.” He listened for the call to be answered.

“Carl. I forgot something,” he started, and she seemed to realize what he was about to do and blushed. Her pink cheeks were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He grinned sheepishly. “Could you please stop by the all-night drugstore and pick up a box of condoms for me?” He paused, not knowing how to answer Carl’s question that followed. “I don’t know.” Maybe Delilah did. “What size?”

“Extra large.” She laughed out loud.

“Did you get that, Carl? Yes, make that a dozen, and just leave them in front of my bedroom door when you come in. That’ll be all for tonight. And no interruptions tonight whatsoever. I don’t care if there’s an earthquake—I don’t want anybody calling or dropping by. Let the guys know, too. Thanks Carl.”

Samson put the phone down, barely listening to Carl’s reply.

“Extra large, huh?” He grinned at her.

“A dozen?”

He shrugged. “Well, I figured I can always get more for tomorrow night, but if you think a dozen isn’t enough for tonight, I’ll call him back.” He made a half-hearted attempt at picking up the receiver again before Delilah stopped him by tickling him at his sides and under his arms. He laughed and turned to her to pay her back. He rolled around the bed with her. As he started tickling her, her giggles grew louder and more uncontrolled.

“I can’t believe you asked your driver to buy you condoms.”

“He’ll get over it.” Maybe she thought it was an embarrassing thing, but Carl probably couldn’t care less if he bought dental floss or condoms.

She settled down after her giggling spell, and he pulled her back into his arms again.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

“It’s going to be at least half an hour till the condoms arrive. I’m not sure how safe it is to kiss you right now. It might make it very hard for me.”

She pointedly looked at his erection. “I don’t think it can get any harder.” Neither did he. And as if to prove her point, she wrapped her hand around his hard-on and caressed him gently.

“I guess I lost that argument.” He smirked and gave into her request.

Delilah loved the way Samson kissed her: tender, passionate, like a man on fire. Without holding back. No man had ever kissed her the way Samson did; he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. She shuddered at the power he had over her body and mind, and at the same time, let herself fall without regret.

He’d given her more pleasure in an hour than she’d had the entire last year, and if a man could bring her to such heights, she couldn’t hold back. She still expected to wake up from a dream and find herself alone in the apartment, daydreaming. It was incredible that a man as handsome and desirable as he would give her the time of day, or night, for that matter. But everything felt too real, so it couldn’t be a dream.

“I think we should find something else to do until Carl gets here,” he suggested suddenly, his voice strained. Disappointment swept over her. Why hadn’t she packed more condoms?