Samson's Lovely Mortal
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Unless he already knew.
As John turned back to his office, he heard Delilah’s voice behind him.
“Did you get the boxes from the storage facility?”
“Yes,” he barked. “They’re at the loading dock. I’ll have them brought up in a moment.” He was running out of time. Once she’d reviewed all transaction documents in the boxes, she would know beyond any doubt that he was the one who was defrauding the company.
Delilah took no notice of John’s unfriendly behavior and logged into the desktop computer at her disposal. Not even John’s bad mood could faze her today. She felt great. She’d had the best sex of her life, and even the lack of sleep couldn’t dampen her euphoric feelings.
She’d noticed a few bruises on her hips when she’d gotten up, but decided they were well worth it. Samson was a passionate man. She realized how much he wanted her sexually, and how difficult it was for him to control his urge to take her every which way he could. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel his hands on her and his unrelenting shaft driving into her. Oh God, yes. Her sex felt deliciously tender this morning: a welcome reminder of the attention it had received at Samson’s hands, mouth, and cock.
She’d felt his raw power when he’d blindfolded her, and even though she wasn’t normally into kinky stuff, he’d driven her completely wild. None of her former lovers had ever tied her up, nor would she have ever allowed it, but with him, there was something that intrigued her and made her want more. Would he find more sexy games he was willing to teach her?
Delilah looked at her watch. It wasn’t even two o’clock yet, and she couldn’t wait to get back to him.
***
Samson woke from his deep sleep as soon as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. He looked at the clock but was in no hurry to get up. For the first time in years he’d dreamed, actually dreamed, in his sleep. His dreams had felt like gentle aftershocks of his night with Delilah, reliving the passion he’d experienced with her.
She had made an impression on his sex-starved body. And he wanted her again. Needed her to ease the ache he felt in his groin. Now.
He checked his messages before he went upstairs. Ricky’s voicemail sounded more urgent than the night before.
“Samson, we have to talk. As soon as you’re up.”
As he walked into his bedroom, he dialed Ricky’s number.
“What’s so urgent? Did you find the guy who attacked us?”
“Thomas is following up on a lead. But there’s something else.”
“Shoot.”
“Not over the phone. We need to talk in person.”
Samson looked around his deserted bedroom. Delilah was probably still at work. “Fine. Come over, but make it quick. Delilah should be back soon, and I have plans for tonight.” Plans which included her being naked in his arms, maybe involving a few of his best silk ties.
He disconnected the call and threw the phone onto the armchair. In the bathroom he stripped down to his boxers and grabbed his toothbrush.
He could still smell her on his skin. Damn, she had made him hungry for her body. He couldn’t believe it himself when he realized he’d taken her more than half a dozen times. He didn’t know that he’d had it in him. But whenever he’d thought he was spent, one look at her enticing body and her lovely face, and his cock had sprung back to attention like a Jack-in-the-Box.
Not even with a vampire female had he ever been that active in one night. This human could hold her own. The fire and passion he saw in Delilah rivaled his, if that was even possible.
Samson wondered how long she would hold his interest, how long she would keep him captured like this. Yes, he felt like she had a hold on him, as if some invisible force drew him to her, and he was unable to resist. He dismissed it as a side effect of his long abstinence from sex and figured it would pass. It had to. He couldn’t carry on with a mortal.
He wasn’t like Amaury who had no scruples about sleeping with humans.
Samson turned when he heard the bedroom door open. That was fast, even for Ricky. He stepped out of the bathroom and broke into a huge smile when he saw his visitor.
“Delilah.”
With a few strides he crossed the room and took her into his arms. His mouth was less than an inch away from her tempting lips. “How was your day?”
“Don’t ask.” She sounded exhausted. He knew just the right remedy for that.
Samson brushed a feather light kiss on her lips. “I missed you.” He had, despite the fact that he’d been up only a few minutes.
As John turned back to his office, he heard Delilah’s voice behind him.
“Did you get the boxes from the storage facility?”
“Yes,” he barked. “They’re at the loading dock. I’ll have them brought up in a moment.” He was running out of time. Once she’d reviewed all transaction documents in the boxes, she would know beyond any doubt that he was the one who was defrauding the company.
Delilah took no notice of John’s unfriendly behavior and logged into the desktop computer at her disposal. Not even John’s bad mood could faze her today. She felt great. She’d had the best sex of her life, and even the lack of sleep couldn’t dampen her euphoric feelings.
She’d noticed a few bruises on her hips when she’d gotten up, but decided they were well worth it. Samson was a passionate man. She realized how much he wanted her sexually, and how difficult it was for him to control his urge to take her every which way he could. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel his hands on her and his unrelenting shaft driving into her. Oh God, yes. Her sex felt deliciously tender this morning: a welcome reminder of the attention it had received at Samson’s hands, mouth, and cock.
She’d felt his raw power when he’d blindfolded her, and even though she wasn’t normally into kinky stuff, he’d driven her completely wild. None of her former lovers had ever tied her up, nor would she have ever allowed it, but with him, there was something that intrigued her and made her want more. Would he find more sexy games he was willing to teach her?
Delilah looked at her watch. It wasn’t even two o’clock yet, and she couldn’t wait to get back to him.
***
Samson woke from his deep sleep as soon as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. He looked at the clock but was in no hurry to get up. For the first time in years he’d dreamed, actually dreamed, in his sleep. His dreams had felt like gentle aftershocks of his night with Delilah, reliving the passion he’d experienced with her.
She had made an impression on his sex-starved body. And he wanted her again. Needed her to ease the ache he felt in his groin. Now.
He checked his messages before he went upstairs. Ricky’s voicemail sounded more urgent than the night before.
“Samson, we have to talk. As soon as you’re up.”
As he walked into his bedroom, he dialed Ricky’s number.
“What’s so urgent? Did you find the guy who attacked us?”
“Thomas is following up on a lead. But there’s something else.”
“Shoot.”
“Not over the phone. We need to talk in person.”
Samson looked around his deserted bedroom. Delilah was probably still at work. “Fine. Come over, but make it quick. Delilah should be back soon, and I have plans for tonight.” Plans which included her being naked in his arms, maybe involving a few of his best silk ties.
He disconnected the call and threw the phone onto the armchair. In the bathroom he stripped down to his boxers and grabbed his toothbrush.
He could still smell her on his skin. Damn, she had made him hungry for her body. He couldn’t believe it himself when he realized he’d taken her more than half a dozen times. He didn’t know that he’d had it in him. But whenever he’d thought he was spent, one look at her enticing body and her lovely face, and his cock had sprung back to attention like a Jack-in-the-Box.
Not even with a vampire female had he ever been that active in one night. This human could hold her own. The fire and passion he saw in Delilah rivaled his, if that was even possible.
Samson wondered how long she would hold his interest, how long she would keep him captured like this. Yes, he felt like she had a hold on him, as if some invisible force drew him to her, and he was unable to resist. He dismissed it as a side effect of his long abstinence from sex and figured it would pass. It had to. He couldn’t carry on with a mortal.
He wasn’t like Amaury who had no scruples about sleeping with humans.
Samson turned when he heard the bedroom door open. That was fast, even for Ricky. He stepped out of the bathroom and broke into a huge smile when he saw his visitor.
“Delilah.”
With a few strides he crossed the room and took her into his arms. His mouth was less than an inch away from her tempting lips. “How was your day?”
“Don’t ask.” She sounded exhausted. He knew just the right remedy for that.
Samson brushed a feather light kiss on her lips. “I missed you.” He had, despite the fact that he’d been up only a few minutes.
