Chapter 20

Samson

I rapped my knuckles on the bathroom door, listening to the gentle rush of water hitting the bathtub’s copper bottom. “Blair,” I said softly.

Behind me, the sheets were rumpled, and morning threatened outside the window. The first rays hadn’t hit our floor yet but Christmas had come, and last night had been fucking painful. Blair hadn’t come down until after I was half-asleep.

I’d drawn her into my arms and kissed her cheek but she’d been stiff as a board, and I hadn’t pushed it.

“Blair,” I repeated.

The door creaked open and she appeared, wearing her bathrobe, her raven hair falling around her face, mussed by the pillow. At least, her eyes weren’t red-rimmed but she stifled a yawn. Beautiful, even when tired.

Perhaps, that was just to me. Dangerous. This is dangerous, asshole. You want to risk your fucking everything based on a weekend?

“Good morning,” she said, softly.

“Merry Christmas,” I replied. “I apologize for overstepping my bounds yesterday. I didn’t want to upset you.” The last thing I wanted was to do anything similar to her ol’ Fruit Loops.

She sagged against the bathroom door, and her robe opened a little, revealed a glimpse of pale flesh, the curve of her breast and the space between them. “That’s all right,” she said. “Guess I deserved to hear it.”

“I want you to be happy, Blair.” Goddamn, it’s true. I want her to be happy. I don’t care what I get out of this. “If you’re happy with the way things are, I’ll shut the fuck up and leave it alone.”

“I don’t want to talk about anything. I just want to get through today. Once today’s done, it’s all over and we can stop pretending.”

That would introduce an all new type of pretending – that I didn’t want her after all of this. “If it makes you happy,” I said, then pressed a hand to her cheek.

She leaned into the touch and relief juddered through my chest. Care too much. You care too much. You’re fucked.

“Come here,” I said and pulled her into a rough embrace. I inhaled the coconut scent of her hair and buried myself in this moment. After today, it truly was over. My Blair would move off, and perhaps, she’d find someone else.

Some other artist who could understand her and give her what she wanted. Not the truth, no. She didn’t want to hear that.

I kissed her temple, and she lifted her face, eyes closed, presenting it to me. Her pouty lips parted, and she exhaled peppermint toothpaste.

My finger traced a line across her forehead, then down the bridge of her nose, over it and the ridges of her lips, back around the side of her face. Maybe I was just a fool, no good for her. My perpetual boredom had driven me here, and I’d tucked her against my chest and accidentally absorbed her into my heart.

I hadn’t asked for any of this but I couldn’t turn away from whatever the fuck this meant.

“Make love to me,” she whispered and opened her eyes. “Please.”

My finger caught in those soft strands of hair, and I tugged gently, dragged them through and held the back of her head. “You’re such a person,” I said.

“What?” She blinked at me. “What do you mean?”

“You are such a person. You’re so fucking real and complete. And I want to inhale every part of you.” It was dangerous talk. “You’re a woman who needs love. Do you know that?”

“Samson,” she whispered.

“Yes?”

“I – I –” Her tongued peeked from her mouth, touched her top lip, forming the next word. One that started with an ‘l.’

I kissed her before she got it out. We couldn’t. I couldn’t. That would be too much for either of us now. So soon, and so dangerous.

I walked her backward into the bathroom, feeling her against me, her suppleness, her sweetness. I’d enjoyed the taste of her, the smell of her body, but had I appreciated the entire experience?

Her eyes drinking me in, and the sway of her soul in my hands.

I broke the kiss, then bent and shut off the running water before it drowned us both. We were already drowning in each other – who needed the added complication?

I stripped off her robe and tossed it aside. I tore off the shorts I’d worn to bed and threw them the same way. Naked again in front of each other. Perfection.

Her breasts, her curves, the slender length of her legs, joining the triangle between her legs. She shivered and her skin pebbled.

Once again, I came in close, wrapped myself around her and kissed her forehead. I worked my way down her cheek this time and nipped her jaw.

She sucked in a gasp and slapped her hands onto my back.

My hardness pressed between us, adding to the growing heat.

“Bath,” I said, then sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. I feasted, splaying my fingers against the small of her back, melding her to me. I nipped the pink bud, then looked up at her. “Now.”

I got in first and sat down, then gestured for her to get in, too.

She sank into the water, right up to her neck. “Good,” she said.

“Not yet, it isn’t,” I replied, then beckoned again and grasped the base of my dick, held it up so that it peered from the waters, like a flesh-colored shark’s fin. Ha – that brought a smile to my lips.

And she smiled right back, lighting up from the inside.

Blair moved toward me, the water lapping her skin and the edges of our tub. She rose, and I took hold of her hips, guided her toward me dick. I held her above it, for a second, let her writhe a little, then placed my head at her entrance.

Slowly, so slow it made me fucking ache, I pressed into the searing depths of her pussy, parted her lips and entered her.

She sucked in shallow gasps and caught herself on the edges of the tub, her wet palms slipping against the burnished copper.

If this would be our last time this weekend… No. I want it to be the start of something more. I’ll make it fucking happen.

I speared her on my dick, claimed her again.

Blair was powerful on top of me – glowing beneath the down lights in the bathroom, breasts perky, nipples puckered. Water droplets ran down the flat of her belly, creating trails I followed with my fingers.

We sat there for a moment, the passion not lost but slowed.

Blair stroked my forehead, then leaned in and kissed it. “You’re always frowning,” she said.

“Not when I’m with you.” I filled her completely, and she fit around me just right, just tight enough. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples gently, eliciting a gasp, then ran my hands down her torso and rested them on her hips again.

“You make me feel so good,” she whispered and ground into me, hips circling, her pussy clenching tight on my dick.

I rested my back against the tub and admired her, let her enjoy the control for a moment. It took a different type of power to let go, to let someone do what they wanted instead of the other way around.

Blair moaned and watched me, her eyes glinting, and the splash of water against the edges of the tub punctuating the soft sounds of our flesh meeting. She raised her body and brought it down again, stuck her fingers in her mouth and bit down on them. “Oh, god,” she hissed.

Slow and steady, up and down, the wet slap of flesh.

She took hold of my shoulder for leverage and increased her pace. Her breasts hopped, her skin glittered from the drops of water – tiny diamonds decorating her, belying who she was underneath it all.

Perfect. Flawless in my eyes.

Blair lost her breath, hunched over on top of me, desperate for more, moving still.

“My turn,” I said and lifted her by the hips. I angled her downward and pressed her onto my thick head, enjoying the sensation – velvet heat, pleasure, the tightening of my core in response to it.

“Faster,” she whispered and dipped forward.

I caught her nipple between my teeth, suckled, and brought her down hard. Up and down, faster and faster. Water slopped onto the tiles, steam rose from the surface, from our skin.

The building euphoria connected us, our bodies and minds.

“Finger yourself,” I said, around her breast. “Your clit.”

But Blair was lost, her eyes closed, her jaw slack. Gasps and moans whispered from her.

“Blair! I can’t hold on much longer.” The first woman who’d ever made me come like this. It was the combination of everything, her smell, the sight of my girth pressing into her tight, little cunt, and her hips beneath my rough palms.

“I’m going to come –” She sucked the end off the sentence. “You’re so thick. God, you’re so fucking thick.”

“It’s all yours,” I replied. Now and after. I’ll make it happen. “You’re mine, Blair. Mine.”

Her dark hair fell across her face, a curtain shading it, and those gorgeous hazel eyes snapped open, and drank me in.

“Say it,” I said, breath catching my chest. I lifted her and rammed her down again, heedless of the water splashing out.

Her pussy tightened around me.

“Say it now.”

Blair cried out, stunned by the beginnings of her orgasm. “I’m – I’m yours. Samson, I’m yours. Oh, god. O-oh, Samson.”

My name from her lips, while caught mid-orgasm, pushed me into my own. I jammed into her sweetness, electricity firing, mind captured by her. I blanked out, convulsed, pounded upward, my hips thrusting involuntarily.

I filled her again and again and again.

Blair collapsed against my chest, breathing like she’d competed in a race. She snaked her arms around my neck and latched on. “You make me crazy,” she said. “Is it supposed to feel like this? I-is it supposed to feel so good?”

Only with me. Because you’re mine and that’s fucking it. “Yes,” I said, still inside her. I didn’t pull out, pressed her to my chest, and held this moment.

I’d tell her soon. After she’d seen her gift. I’d tell her, and she’d be mine for good.