Chapter 4

Samson

I lay on my side, dick rock hard and dripping for her, tracing the line of her body with nothing by my eyes.

Blair was in bed with me.

Cold moonlight glimmered through the window behind me and settled across her form under the sheets.

She wasn’t out of reach, not physically, and the afternoon drive up to the house had been torturous for both of us. She’d avoided talking much but I’d caught her watching me, and at one point, when I’d reached over to shift gears, my fingers had brushed her thigh and she’d let out the sexiest moan.

All of that, and so far, she’d managed to resist me.

Not for much longer.

If I didn’t claim this woman now, I’d explode. Pop like a fucking champagne cork out of a bottle. Too much pressure. Had to have her. Had to fill her.

Her reaction to Regina’s flirting had tickled me. I loved that it’d induced a little jealousy but it wasn’t enough to witness it. I had to feel it. Feel her tightness clench around my cock. Watch her moan as she sat astride me, her naked tits bouncing to my rhythm.

I’d experience Blair in every way possible.

Christ, if you don’t stop thinking about it, you’re the one who’s going to groan.

In my life, I’d learned two things: take what you want when you want it, and never look back.

I reached for her and rested my hand on the curve at her waist. Would she jerk away again? I smoothed my palm down her side, over her hip, then back up again.

Blair let out a tiny noise and leaned into the touch. She trembled, and I hadn’t even reached beneath the sheets yet.

“Come here,” I said and hooked my arm around her body. I dragged her closer to me, pressed her tiny weight against mine. My cock slipped against her ass cheeks, settled just above the crack, wetting the back of her silky nightgown.

Blair shuddered. “Samson,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to say anything except yes,” I said, turning her onto her back.

The moonlight lit up that face, the soft, dimpled bottom lip, her hazel eyes wide but glazed over with need for me. Shadows settled across her right cheek and the side of her nose. Caught in shadow like this, she took my breath away.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I said.

She whimpered this time.

I took those supple lips with mine, parted them, slipped my tongue into her mouth and tasted her for the first time. She took me to fucking nirvana. Sweet and succulent, like the best drug, the most intoxicating.

I tugged on the bottom of her chin and opened her mouth wider, kissed her harder, claiming more of her, even as my cock throbbed against her side. I dragged my fingers down her throat, to the slopes of her milky white breasts, and tugged on the fabric, dragged it back.

“Oh, god,” she groaned.

“Samson,” I said. “They call me Samson.” I pinched her nipple, lightly, and she arched her back, cried out. “Not so loud.”

Blair bit her lip and trembled.

I licked the line of her mouth, across the top lip, encouraging her to relax again. I needed more of her, now. Another taste.

I kissed her again, and she responded in kind, massaging my tongue with hers. She dropped timidity, grasped the back of my neck with both hands and moved against me, her nipple caught beneath my warm palm. Massaging her flesh brought goosebumps and another tight moan.

My touch moved from one breast to the other, and I slipped my hand beneath her negligee and pinched that nipple, too. Her tits were just the right size, not too much, not too little. The woman reduced my resolve to a puddle of nothingness, and I liked it that way.

I broke our kiss and moved my lips to her neck, nipping the skin, then sucking on it. The tip of my nose pressed to her throat. Her pulse beat against my mouth, rapid, frenetic, even. She wanted more, and I’d give it to her.

Sucking still, I slid my hand over the silk on her stomach, down to the hem that rested at the gap between her thighs. I lifted it, touched the soaked triangle between her legs. A thong, Christ, and a silky one at that.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I said, against her neck. “Wet for me.”

“Uh-huh,” she whispered.

I dragged the silk aside and slipped a single finger between her swollen lips, collecting her juices and running them up and over her clit.

She jerked and moaned. “Wait,” she said.

I froze. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s something you should know,” she continued, between gasps. “Something – I’m not going to have sex with you.”

“You’re not?” I tapped my index finger against her clit.

She groaned again. “No. But it’s not because I don’t want to. I’m just not ready yet.”

“Not ready yet,” I repeated. “You’re a virgin.”

An awkward silence, a beat and finally, she nodded. The only eye visible to me searched my face for a reaction.

“Blair,” I said, “there are other ways to get off.”

It was her turn to freeze. Her lips parted, and she let out a tiny hiss of air. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m going to make you come,” I replied. “Do you want that?” I tapped her clit again, still wet from her desire.

She nodded. “Yes, please.”

“So polite,” I said. “Good girl.” I ran my finger between her lips again and rested them at the tight entrance. “But, Blair, listen to me now. It’s real important you don’t make too much noise.”

“I won’t.”

“I’m serious,” I said. “No noise. No matter how good it gets. No matter how much you want to scream.” I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “No matter how hard you come. Don’t make too much noise. Understand?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Good.” I nipped her earlobe and pressed a single finger into her wetness, inside her body.

She slammed her hips up and then down again, made a mewling noise.

“Such a tight pussy,” I said. Christ, so tight it made my cock throb of its own accord again. What I’d give to plunge into her, to claim her virginity as mine. Claim her body as mine. “Such a tight, wet cunt. I bet you taste good.” I drew my finger out and smoothed it back inside her again. “Do you taste good, Blair?”

She couldn’t answer. Her mouth was open but all that came out were labored breaths and tiny whimpers. Noises that told me I’d already taken her higher than she’d been before.

“There’s only one way to find out,” I said and drew my finger out of her cunt, lifted it to my lips.

She watched me, eyes wide.

I licked my finger and tasted her – a light flavor, clean, it spread across my tongue and filled my mouth. “Delicious,” I said. “Didn’t I tell you you were delicious?”

“Oh, my god,” she managed.

“I’m going to have some more of you.” I slid down the bed on my side, then got on my knees and parted her legs, exposed the wet swatch of fabric that rested to one side of her shaven mound.

She glistened, even in the soft light, and I lowered myself to my elbows.

Blair struggled up onto hers and looked at me. “Are you sure? I’ve never –”

I buried my face in her hot pussy before she could lodge another ridiculous question. I sucked her lips, as pink as I’d expected them to be, and drank up more of her essence. Another addiction related to this woman. She tasted like a fucking angel.

“Oh, gosh, oh, wow. Fuck,” she said and slammed herself back into the pillows.

“Remember what I said.” I kissed her lips, open mouthed, then inserted my tongue into her slick, quivering hole. I thrust it inside her a few times, and she drummed her heels on the mattress.

“It’s too good,” she whispered. “I can’t keep it in.”

I chuckled softly, then moved from her pussy hole to her clit. This was where the show would really start. I sucked on that button and swirled my tongue around it, little circles, slow but with enough pressure to let her know I was here. I was in control. And I’d make her come so hard she’d forget herself for a minute.

“Samson,” she groaned, and her voice picked up. “Oh, god, Samson, it’s so good. It’s so good. You’re so good.”

“Shush,” I said and gripped her thigh. “No noise.”

She clamped her lips together and whimpered.

I used my free hand and inserted two fingers into her cunt, then kissed and slurped on her clit with those tight circles, forcing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

Her hips rolled in time with the thrusts of my fingers, the movements of my tongue, and she pressed both hands to her mouth. “Oh, god,” she said, and it came out muffled. “Samson. Oh, my god, I’m going to – I’m going to –”

“That’s right, you’re going to come for me,” I said. “Come for me, Blair. I want to feel your pussy clench.” I returned to her clit, redoubled my efforts.

Blair planted her feet, raised her ass, and I followed her.

“I’m coming,” she wailed, behind her hands. “I’m coming!”

Her pussy relaxed, wetness increased tenfold, and then – she tightened so hard, I almost came with her. I imagined this sensation around my cock, massaging the last of my own cum out, emptying it into her warmth.

Blair rocked through her orgasm, moaning against her palms, shaking, tightening and releasing, again and again, until, at last, she collapsed onto the bed.

I gave her clit one last, sweet kiss, then moved back up the bed, my lips wet with her cum. I licked them, relishing the flavor.

“Oh, my god,” she said. “Oh, my god. That was the first. That was my first – I’ve never had an orgasm with a man before.”

I grinned and kissed her on the forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat. “There’s plenty more where that came from,” I whispered.

But for tonight, it was done. I’d save what I had for her until she was ready, and when that day came… hah, Blair would realize that tonight’s orgasm was nothing, nothing in comparison to what I could achieve with her body.