Samson's Lovely Mortal

“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.