Danielle held up one finger then bolted for the bathroom. After a minute, there was moaning, flushing, then the tap running. Danielle walked back to sit down with a bright grin on her face “my lord that felt good!"
"Ah good for you ... can we go back to my crisis!"
Danielle laughed, “oh yes. Ok, in answer to your question ... wear something sexy and pay Mister Rayden Sinclair a visit. What man can say no to a woman in so little clothes?"
Sam grinned shyly, “a gay one? One suffering from erectile dysfunction? Besides, I don't think he wants to see me in lingerie again ... probably that's why he doesn't want to anymore."
"Stop saying that,” Danielle admonished. “Just promise me you'll at least think about it."
Sam nodded and Danielle smiled, “I'm going to bed. Maybe I'll dream of ways for you to get your Sexpot for Christmas. And Sam, I want all the details tomorrow."
"Ah...” the look on Sam's face only made Danielle laugh as she hugged Sam and turned for her bedroom.
"I doubt there'll be any news but we'll see,” Sam told Danielle.
"I'm sleeping in tomorrow,” Danielle announced as she waked towards her room.
"Me too,” Sam told her, if not in my bed, then in his, she added thoughtfully.
Getting up, she walked over to the window and almost swallowed her tongue. It had started snowing and Rayden was getting the horse into the barn. That was strange. It had never started snowing this early before. She must get Rayden out of the guest house and into the main house. The guest house's heater was busted and no one seemed to know how to fix it.
She dragged a coat on and dashed out the door. She found Rayden whispering sweetly to Thunder, “I think he likes you,” she said and he whipped around. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you."
"That's alright,” he said and turned back to patting Thunder's neck before picking up a shovel. “Is there something I could help you with."
Sam remained silent. He was treating her as though she was some stranger that he just thought needed something.
Rayden turned to look at her again and knew instantly what was wrong. “Sam...” he whispered and she held up her hands.
"Save it. You said you couldn't so we'll just leave it at that. You wouldn't be the first man to push me away and you won't be the last. But that wasn't why I came out here ... I came to tell you to grab your things from the guest house and move into room three in the main house, otherwise you're going to die of frost bite."
He nodded and she turned and left.
It was almost midnight when Rayden finally entered room three in the main house. He had spent a few hours in the guest house trying to build up the courage to stay under the same roof as Samantha. It wasn't that he was afraid fo her, it was just he didn't know if he was going be able to control the urges that he was feeling.
Thinking about her made him want to tie her to something and make her orgasm until she couldn't stay away. He wanted her to ride him, to suck him to love him.
Love?
He needed her to love him.
"Way to go Ray,” he muttered angrily at himself. “How do you always get yourself into these kinda things?"
When he entered, he was distracted by the room. It was fit for a king. A giant bed sat in the middle. Pictures of oceans and waterfalls adorned the walls. The furniture was dark mahogany wood, his favorite. He turned as he saw the fire roaring in the fire place and walked over it to hold his hand over the heat. He was surprised he hadn't been frost bitten already because he seemed to have lost his gloves.
He stopped short when he saw her. Sitting there on the ground, in all her naked glory except for a pink mask, was Samantha. His heart stopped, then began pounding as though it wanted to jump of his chest.
"Sam?"
"Turn the lights off Rayden."
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
As though not having a mind of his own, he found himself moving over to the light switch. With a flick of his wrist the lights were off and the Sam's dark skin was bathed by the light from the fire place. It just served to make her more beautiful. He walked slowly back to her and stood over her just looking down at her. She smiled and he felt his stomach tie into a knot.
"Look up Rayden,” she pointed slowly.
He reluctantly turned his eyes from hers and did as she ordered. Mistletoe. He blushed into the dim light and felt like a sixteen year old having his first naked woman in his room.
He looked back at her to see her smiling.
Rayden watched as she moved from sitting to kneeling in front of him. Her hands on the waist of his pants, undoing the buckle first then the button and last the zipper. Sticking her hands in, under his boxer, she grabbed his already hardening penis and massaged.
He let his head fall backwards, casting his long hair over his shoulders and down his back, “Let Sammy take care of you, Rayden,” her sexy voice wooed him as she pulled his dick from his pants. “Let her make it all better."
"Sam we ... God!"
"Don't say anything Rayden. Just feel."
That scared him but he opened his eyes and looked down at her. There was something about a naked woman wearing a mask and a smile that just made him feel so wild. Gritting his teeth, he watched as she wrapped those beautiful mysteriously sexy lips around the head of his cock. He held his breath and waited. Then it came. Her tongue, flicking back and forth over him. His knees buckled and he had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling over.
"Sam,” he breathed out. She began sucking on him, gently; so gently while stroking him after her mouth.
He used one hand to hold the back of her head, not to direct her but just to have some part of her to touch.
He tasted of man ... a beautiful, sweet, musky taste. A taste that caused groans of desire to escape Sam's lips. She began moving faster as she felt his hand against her head start to press her head forward to meet his thrusting hips. She opened her eyes to see his head was hanging down, he was watching her. She should feel dirty but not with those silver eyes looking down at her with so much need.
She used her tongue to bath the shaft before pulling him back into her mouth.
"Stop...” he grunted out and staggered away from her.
Confused, she wiped her index finger across her lips, “Did I do wrong?"
"No ... I just didn't want to...” he stopped and rested against the wall and tried to learn how to breathe normally again, “Come here Sam."
"This was my seduction, remember?"
Nodding, Rayden smiled and pulled off his pants. He then took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He walked to the bed and climbed on, “alright Sam,” he told her, “Seduce me."
That made Sam smile. At least he was up for it now. She began dancing slowly, moving her hips from side to side sexily. She turned her back to him, bent over at the waist until her ass was sticking up in the air. She turned her head to see him licking his lips and knew exactly what he was looking at. She smiled and wiggled her bum for him before standing up slowly and danced around his bed. He turned his body fully to keep his eyes on her.
It had been so long since Rayden had gotten a private dance like that. The last time, he was twenty seven and the woman wasn't as good looking and hot as Samantha. This dance was wreaking havoc on his libido and all he wanted to do was just reach out, grabbed her and pulled her to sit on his face. His cock was free and in his hands as he slowly stroked it.
"You're a tease,” he whispered huskily.
"I know you are but what am I?” she teased as she brought her nipples close to his mouth.
Sticking his tongue out, he licked at one then the other. “Oh!” she sighed and pulled away before climbing onto the bed and sitting astride his lap. She leaned in, and Rayden pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down softly on it before sucking the hurt away.
Sam gripped his shoulders, one hand move up the back of his neck slowly to bury its fingers into his hair.
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bsp; Rayden moved his head to the other breast and showed it the same attention he had the other. He heard her purring and felt proud. He had never managed to make a woman purr before because they never took the time to enjoy his mouth.
Sam smiled and grabbed Rayden's hands. She pressed them to the head board and leant into him, causing him to fall back against the bed. Moving astride him, upwards, her clit now dangled over his open mouth. Each time Rayden's tongue touched her sensitive bud, she lifted herself.
"So you want to play huh?” Rayden asked from underneath her and Sam's giggled. “Let me taste you Sam."
"Ask nicely,” she sucked air between her teeth when she felt him blowing at her. The cool air against her hot, wet flesh drove her mad.
"Please let me taste you,” he whispered.
Sam pressed her pussy down into his waiting mouth. Slowly her hands slipped from his and he wrapped them around her waist. Then her torture began; his tongue, teeth, lips, all working together to make her body shake.
She began riding his tongue, faster and faster. She knew it was coming, and it felt as though if she didn't come she was going to die ... Just as she was about there, Rayden lifted her from his tongue and off his face. Sam felt like crying.
Climbing off the bed, Rayden walked his naked body towards his bag. Sam watched his well toned ass as he bent over to rummage through his stuff.
"You Mister Sinclair,” she murmured, “have one incredible ass."
Rayden laughed as he seemed to have found what he was looking for and walked back to her.
"Thank you,” he kissed her, “On your back Sam."
Without hesitating, Sam rolled over, “open your legs and close your eyes."
Again, she did as he bade her. He then was back on the bed, lowering himself between her legs. She felt something soft against her clitoris and her hips jerked off the bed. She heard him laugh and she gasped. The soft touches came back, this time they were more insistent. Back and forth over her sensitive bud, driving her mad. Finally, his tongue was added to the mayhem.
"Uh-huh!” she blurted out. “Yes ... like thaaaat!"
Her hips shot off the bed, her shoulders pressed deep into the pillows, her mouth opened wide, her body fell off the cliff.
She was falling, her body shaking, his tongue and his gadget still latched to her clit.
When he finally let her go, she opened heavy eyelids and looked down at him, “what ... what...."
He smiled, “What did I do?"
She swallowed and nodded as her body still felt limp.
He held up a feather in the dim light, “I heard these things were good for something,” he told her with a smile.
"You have no idea...” she told him, “How about round two?"
"Woman, you're insatiable."
"I know. Want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare."
Chapter Five
Samantha Davis, divorced, former private school student and goodie-two-shoes was now bent forward over the upstairs balcony, snow falling around them, with an extremely sexy, half naked man, on his knees behind her with his tongue shoved deep within her. Her head fell forwards as his tongue danced in and out of her. “Ray!” she screamed and tried to control her breathing. Her breath was coming out in short bursts.
Her head swimming on cloud nine and she figured that was how someone felt when they were high. She had a smile on her face and almost bucked over the railing when a large finger entered her. A long groan escaped her throat and her body betrayed her and began falling. Down, down, down it went until she began trembling. All she could do was reach behind her and grab the back of his head, then holding it in place, she pressed backwards to get his finger deeper.
Rayden smiled. He loved watching her like this; wanton and free. He allowed her to ride his finger and his tongue at the same time. When she finally fell to her knees, he turned her around and lifted her chin. He sat down and brought her into his lap and covered her lips with his. He wanted her to taste herself on his tongue.
The kiss was unlike anything she had experienced before. Mitch's kisses were wet and slobbery. Rayden's kiss was hot, sexy, and definately not slobbery. His open mouth kisses made her feel naughty and open to possibilities with him.
"It's time,” he whispered while scooping her up in his arms. He carried her and placed her on the white carpet in front of the fireplace is his room.
Rayden moved over her and smiled down at her as she bit down on her lower lip and winked up at him. He moved his hard cock to her entrance and sank forward. He watched her eyes as they rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open. He loved that reaction from her. It made him feel like a man. Finally he couldn't take it anymore; he closed his eyes and inhaled through clenched teeth. She was tight, wet and silky around him.
He began fucking her at a slow and rhythmic pace at first. When she began clenching around him, he grunted and began moving faster.
Sam's nails dragged down Rayden's back as she began meeting his powerful thrusts. Sam felt full to the brink and she loved it. He was larger than Mitch, and he knew how to use it ... her whole body went still.... then began shaking all over ... She saw stars behind her eyelids as she laid there under him.
Rayden wasn't finished though. He pulled from her and stood her up. Walking her over to the bed, he leant her over the bed with her ass hanging off. Licking his index finger, he found her entrance with it. He then brought his penis and shoved into her from behind.
Sam clenched two handfuls of the satin sheets on his bed. She closed her eyes, whimpered and began pushing backwards to meet him. She pressed her forehead into the bed and screamed as he began drilling into her.
"So good.... so so so good!” she told him.
Sitting on the bed, Rayden pulled her to sit astride him, facing him. He impaled her to him and while she rode him, he reached out and took one breast into his mouth.
With his tongue swirling over her nipple, his cock shoved deep within her, he finally let go.
To Sam, it was like someone spread her pussy lips and was using the hose to blast water inside of her. Her head slipped backwards, her hands gripped the sides of his face to keep his mouth on her breast. She began coming. It was harder than the last few times he had caused her to orgasm.
Both slumped to the bed, Sam on top of Rayden and together, they lay there trying to catch their breaths. Sam was unbelievable satisfied. Rayden couldn't even speak for a while.
"We need to talk,” Rayden whispered after about one hour.
"Do we have to?” Sam wanted to know as she shuffled to get up.
Rayden's hands tightened around her, “yes. It's about why I came to town."
"Alright."
"I am running Sam,” he told her and felt her stiffened.
Sam went still. Was he a criminal? Had she just had unprotected sex with an outlaw? That thought caused her to tighten around Rayden's cock and he groaned, “I see you like the thought of me being a crook,” he smiled when she lifted her head and looked down at him.
"It's not your fault Sam. Women were built to be attracted to the bad boy."
She blushed, “I didn't mean to..."
"It's alright ... I'm not running from the law ... My son ... Rion, was killed in a home invasion three years ago. I was at work ... NYPD."
"Oh Rayden, I'm so sorry..."
He smiled up at her sadly, “me too, Sam ... I blamed my wife because he was only six and she left him at home to go and cheat on me ... he heard a knock on the door and he opened it because he probably thought it was one of us."
"So you are angry at her and all women?"
"How did you know?"
"I threw myself at you, Rayden,” Sam explained. “You handcuffed me to your window and opened my eyes to the pleasurable side of sex then you told me you couldn't do it anymore ... even though I knew you wanted to."
He sighed, “I'm sorry about that ... but after Rion died..."
"When was the last time you slept with a woman?"
> "Four and a half years,” he told her.
"But I thought your son died three years ago? Weren't you married before that?"
"Yes ... but she stopped needing me."
"I don't see how ... I just had you and I want you again..."
"You could be pregnant Sam,” Rayden told her.
"And that scares you? You don't have to stick around you know."
Rayden lifted her off him then and sat her down on the bed before sitting up, “I would never do that ... I wasn't there for Rion, I'm not going to make that mistake twice ... you understand? Besides, I'm tired of running and there's someone here I want to stick around for."
"Your unborn child ... IF I'm pregnant."
"Yes ... and you ... I want to see where this goes, Sam. I would kick myself if I didn't."
She pressed back against him and closed her eyes and she felt him gently rest backwards again, “so that's where you got the cuffs...” he heard her giggle.
"Well ... as a good cop, I was told never to reveal my sources.
Chapter Six
It was two days before Christmas and Sam was amazed at how the small Northern Canadian town had changed. The leaves were all gone but the town was still breathtaking. So far, the citizens seemed to be taking another winter in strides but she gave them a month. Stores no longer had Thanksgiving decorations but had started putting out the Christmas ones the day after the turkey was carved. Christmas cards were being sold even before Thanksgiving.
She exited one store and entered another. She had the perfect gift to put underneath the tree for him. She was tempted to get up early Christmas morning, shower and get dressed in the skimpiest lingerie she could find and lay sexily under the tree to wait for him. She just may do that.
Snow covered everything and Danielle had gone to visit her brother and his wife for the holidays. At least that was what she told Sam, but knowing Danielle the way she had, Sam knew better. The reason Danielle had left was to give Sam some privacy with her new man because Danielle didn't particularly like her brother's new wife. Sam spent almost three days in town looking for the perfect gift for Rayden and had finally found it. She wrapped it up and carried it back the house. She only hoped he would like it. She hadn't bought a gift for a man since her ex and he only wanted Playboy and porno for Christmas. She should have known he was a dick.
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