CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
Isabella felt his weight on her and his thigh pressing against her sex, as he continued to use his talented tongue on her breasts. With every lap, he sent bolts of fire down to her core, liquidizing everything in its path. She felt her panties soak with the evidence of her desire and was unable to stop her body from responding to him. The same way he responded to her: his erection pressing against her hip was impossible to ignore. Too big to overlook, too hard to wish away, even if she wanted to.
She arched her back to force him closer and slipped her hand onto his firm ass. His muscles bunched under her touch when she squeezed him. She let her hand glide underneath the loose-fitting cargo pants to explore and sighed deeply when skin met skin.
He groaned loudly when she grabbed him firmly. Samson released her breast just long enough for an excited “Oh, yes” to pass his lips.
Then his mouth blazed a trail of molten lava from her breast to her neck, before he looked at her. The moment he pressed his lips onto hers, she noticed his eyes flash red. His lips urged her to surrender, as his tongue teased her. Her tongue met his for an unequal duel. She felt how he pressed her harder into the bed and moaned.
With a growl, he deepened his kiss, lashing his tongue against her in a show of dominance, while his hands explored her body. His fingers trailed up to her shoulders, then swept down to her chest, lightly caressing her sides.
Isabella legs spread wider, and the hard outline of his cock rubbed against her center with only his pants and her shorts providing a barrier. A barrier that didn’t prevent him from feeling her heat and the wetness that covered her sex.
Instinctively he thrust against her center of pleasure, rubbing his erection over it with unerring precision.
A gasp issued from her mouth as her hips arched in an effort to increase the friction he was providing. He couldn’t stop. The thought of driving her to ecstasy was too tempting to resist, the need to make her submit to him in every way too urgent. The desire to make the woman in his arms shudder with pleasure guided his next action.
His tongue swiped over her teeth, licking them. Isabella’s response was immediate. Her fangs elongated, extending to their full length, and her fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer, while her legs wrapped around him, her ankles crossing behind his back.
Samson accompanied his next thrust against her clit with a swipe of his tongue on her fangs, and Isabella moaned in response. Samson moved away from the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. His pants and boxers went next and he tossed it on the floor. Then he took hold of her shorts and pulled it off her.
His eyes wandered lower and he licked his lips.
Isabella tossed him a coquettish look. “What are you waiting for?” she asked
“Good point,” he acknowledged and slipped back into the before taking her lips again.
Isabella’s hands reached for him to draw him down to her and he complied, sliding between her spread legs. Only her tiny panties now covered the precious spot at the apex of her thighs, yet didn’t prevent the scent of her arousal from spreading in the room. His nostrils flared when they filled with the tantalizing aroma.
With his knuckles he rubbed against the fabric, making her jolt. “Easy, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll give you everything you need.” Or die trying. But he wouldn’t be rushed. His fingers slid under the fabric of her delicate panties.
“Hmm,” she hummed, licking her lips and arching her back.
Encouraged by her receptiveness, he explored her moist flesh. She was soft and warm, her female folds drenched with her juices, her knees at an angle now to give him better access.
Samson bathed his fingers in her wetness before he dove farther south. He probed at her entrance and drove his finger into her.
A gasp came from her. “Samson!” she panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing baby. You’ll just have to wait for my cock just a little while longer.” Despite the fact that he himself could barely wait any longer.
Withdrawing his finger amidst a protesting mewl, he gripped her panties and pulled them down before discarding them on the floor. Finally he could feast his eyes on her. The sight made him salivate. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and brought his mouth to her pussy. His hands clamped over her upper thighs when he heard her moan.
“I haven’t even started,” he murmured, grinning.
“Then start,” Isabella begged.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He lapped his tongue against her soft female flesh and allowed the flavor to spread. Involuntarily he closed his eyes and let himself fall. Greedily he licked her, explored her, while Isabella writhed underneath him, her hips lifting to grind against him, her lips issuing moans and sighs of pleasure.
Intoxicated by her scent and her taste, he continued licking her, while he released one thigh, only to drive a finger into her quivering slit, so he could concentrate his efforts on a spot farther up. When he swiped his tongue over her swollen clit, she nearly lifted off the bed. He growled, letting her know that he wasn’t done yet.
Isabella put her hands on his head, caressing the hair and sensitive scalp, sending a bolt of lust through his body and right down into the tip of his cock. Moisture dripped from its slit, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Samson lifted his head from her pussy and looked up. He met her eyes watching him.
“I love you,” she whispered and pulled him to her.
He was so filled with emotion that he couldn’t speak. He loved her too…. So much that he knew that he couldn’t live without her. His life had changed so much since she came into it and he couldn’t even remember what it felt like when she wasn’t in it
All he knew was that he had been angry, frustrated and lonely, but she had changed all that for him. He gripped her hips and lifted himself over her, adjusted his angle, and plunged into her wet heat.
Isabella’s eyes closed on impact and a breath rushed from her lungs. “Yes!” she gasped.
CHAPTER FIFTY NINE