He gave her his most dashing look. “The last time I bathed, it took three maids and hour to fill the tub. I don’t know what any of those bottles are for.”
“You watch television, I find it impossible to believe you don’t know how to use shampoo and conditioner.” Sara narrowed her eyes at him.
“Can you help me? Please?” Samuel brushed the wet hair out of his eyes, flexing his arms as he did. He noticed he caught her attention and stood, letting his abdominal muscles flex as he did.
Closing her eyes, she said, “This is a bad idea. Men that look like you aren’t interested in women that look like me.”
“I honestly do not understand what you’re talking about. You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen, in person or on television.” Samuel opened the door to the shower. “Now strip and get in here before I pull you in fully clothed.”
“This is a bad idea.” Sara laughed, but gave in and took her clothes off. As she revealed her creamy flesh, Samuel grew hard, wanting to run his hands over every inch of her body. She looked him over while stepping into the shower with him, closed the door behind her, and grinned.
“Sit,” she commanded, and he obeyed. She reached behind her, pulling one of the bottles off the shelf and pouring the contents into her palm. Lathering her hands together, she stepped in front of him and ran her fingers through his hair. The feeling of her nails against his scalp as she massaged it was pure bliss.
Samuel pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face between her lush breasts, his erection throbbing as she ran her hands over him. There was nowhere else he wished to spend his first hours of freedom than here, in the thing she called a shower, with her slick wet body wrapped in the protective circle of his arms. She was his, now he just had to convince her of that, and he knew a great way to start the process.
20. SARA
Sara saw as she soaped his hair, that it was more of a blonde than the brown she thought it was. She imagined what he would look like with a more modern haircut and decided she would take him to the mall tomorrow to pick out some clothes and visit the barber. It would be fun to dress him up in all the different modern styles. She thought he would look downright devilish in a tight sweater and jeans.
Right now, though, she was more interested in keeping him naked. Every time Samuel moved he flexed a different group of muscles. At first, she thought it was natural, but when she noticed him watching her through hooded eyes, she found he was doing it on purpose. If he was going to tease her, Sara could tease him right back. There was nothing wrong with enjoying the gorgeous man in front of her.
She reached to the fixture behind her and grabbed the handheld showerhead. Spraying it through his hair to wash out the shampoo, she gave it to him to hold as she picked up the washcloth and soap. He was less than thrilled to let her go but took the sprayer, moving it over them both to keep them warm and wet.
Looking at the cloth and the soap, she ditched the square of fabric and ran the bar over him in slow circular motions. She started on his shoulders, running her hands behind where the soap was just placed to work it into a lather. Samuel moaned as she massaged the muscles on his back, bending over his shoulder to reach the low spots. The movement put her breast in line with his face, and he took advantage, caressing the globes with his hand and lips. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as his touch sent shivers down her neck.
When she finished, Sara pushed him back, so he was leaning against the wall of the shower. He watched her as she started on his chest. A smile played over his lips, and Samuel ran his hand up her arms, breathing deeply as she worked the soap over his body. There was mesmerizing quality to his eyes, and she didn’t want to look away from him.
“So, Samuel,” Sara ran her thumbs over his pebbled nipples in circles. “Tell me how you got down there.”
“It’s a long and rather embarrassing story,” he mumbled, moving his hand over the slick flesh of her thigh. “Let’s talk about it later.” He used the showerhead to wash the soap off as she moved lower down his stomach. Dropping to her knees in front of him, Sara looked up and caught him swallowing, his Adam's apple bouncing in his throat.
She grinned and ran the bar of soap over his erection, creating a lather on his shaft with her other hand. “Sara,” he ground out through clenched teeth, “It’s been a long time, and you are so very tempting.”
“Then sit back and enjoy what I’m about to do,” she suggested, running water over him to clear away the soap. Watching his face, she bent forward and licked the mushroom head of his shaft, causing it to jump in her hand.
Samuel murmured a few unintelligible words, but the blissful expression on his face told her he was enjoying her ministrations. Bringing his hand to the back of her head, he ran his fingers through her hair. She noted the effort he was taking to restrain himself from pushing her head lower, and Sara appreciated his control.
Licking further down his erection and nibbling along the vein which ran its length, she finally took his whole head and part of the shaft into her mouth, sucking lightly. Samuel was much larger than she expected and she merely made it halfway down before her gag reflex caused her to stop. Swirling her tongue over the tip of his member, Sara tasted a bit of saltiness she enjoyed. Samuel was watching her, pure pleasure on his face as he toyed with her hair. His chest rumbled as he made a noise deep in his throat; if she wasn’t mistaken, it sounded like a purr.
Sara reached down and ran her fingers between her own wet lips. She was more turned on than she could remember, watching the gorgeous man in front of her panting from what she was doing to him. When he saw her fingers moving, his expression changed to something almost feral, and he pulled her mouth off of him. In one swift motion, he bent down, wrapped his arms around her waist, and placed her onto his lap.
Samuel buried his face in her neck at the same time as he thrust into her, filling her with his erection. “Sara,” he groaned into her skin, tickling the little hairs under her ear. With a tight grip on her hips, he moved inside of her, his pace rapid. Suddenly he pulled her off of him, and she felt the spray of his release against the skin of her stomach.
He held her, his face still buried, as he whispered apologies against her neck. Sara ran her fingers over the back of his head, tangling them in his hair. “What do you have to be sorry for?” She had no issues with his quick release. Instead, she felt a sense of power in the fact that she brought him to it.
“You didn’t find pleasure.” Samuel took deep calming breaths, running his lips over the sensitive area under her ear and along her collarbone, although he still refused to look at her.
“I don’t always need to get off.”
“You may not need to, but from this moment forward, you always will,” he promised, looking up at her. He was much calmer than he had been several moments before.
She smiled, brushing her hand against his cheek before standing to pick up the forgotten showerhead and wash off. "Also, you don’t need to pull out if you don’t want to," Sara glanced at him, her voice casual.
“You want to have a child?” He asked, his tone was incredulous though he didn’t seem put off by the idea.
“Someday.” Sara smiled and handed the showerhead back to him. “But, in the meantime, I take the pill.” When she noticed his confused look, she elaborated, “It’s a type of medicine that keeps me from getting pregnant while I take it. As long as I take it, no babies.”
Samuel’s face lit up, and Sara figured men in the seventeenth century hated pulling out as much as men in the twenty-first century did. He jumped up from the bench, placed the showerhead back in its place while using his body to push her back against the wall of the shower. “I believe it’s your turn.” The silkiness of his voice sent shivers down her spine, and she ran her hands over the tight muscles of his torso.
Reaching to the knobs that controlled the shower, Samuel flipped the water off and moved away from her to grab the towel from the hook on the wall. He wrapped the warm fluf
fy fabric around her shoulders, rubbing her arms in an oddly tender way. Sara cocked her head to the side, watching him as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel she left for him.
Perhaps she imagined it, and it was too soon to tell, but it seemed like he had feelings for her. Then again, they had been sharing the house for months. She would have to make sure Samuel didn’t suffer from some version of Stockholm syndrome or sense of indebtedness for freeing him.
Wrapping the fabric around herself and anchoring it with one end tucked between her breasts, Sara stepped out of the shower and walked over to the vanity. After rummaging in the drawer for a few moments, she pulled out a toothbrush encased in plastic wrapping and stood up straight with her prize. Sara jumped at the sight of Samuel standing behind her, watching her in the mirror. He hadn’t made any noise when moving.
Once she opened the package and put toothpaste on the toothbrush, she handed it to him. “I know you’ve seen enough commercials to know how this works.” Sara picked up her toothbrush and squeezed a pea-sized amount of toothpaste on it as well.
“What are you trying to tell me?” Samuel teased her, taking the toothbrush from her grasp, and started brushing his teeth. He looked surprised at the taste of the minty toothpaste. Sara laughed as she watched him, and they both cleaned their teeth in front of the dual sinks. It struck her how domestic the whole scene was and sparked a longing to have this be permanent. Shaking her head, she sighed inwardly. She couldn’t depend on him staying, and it would be foolish to develop a strong attachment. Still, it didn’t mean a girl couldn’t daydream.
Samuel copied her movements when she spat out the toothpaste suds and rinsed her mouth with a handful of water. They both placed their toothbrushes in the holder on the counter, and Samuel turned to her. “Anything else?”
“No.” Sara shrugged, then yelped as he bent down and scooped her into a fireman’s hold in one smooth motion.
“Good,” he chuckled, carrying her into the bedroom and tossing her on the bed. She shrieked as he jumped on top of her, pushing against his chest with a playful smile.
Hovering over her, Samuel cradled her face in his hands, running his thumb over her lips before following the digit with his. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the softness of his lips, and opened hers to give him better access.
Deepening the kiss, he groaned as he played with her tongue, the heat of his skin flaming her arousal. He smelled amazing, and she wondered if it was his own personal scent, now he was clean, that she noticed. All of her soaps were fragrance-free. Whatever it was, it sent excitement through her body, warming her core.
Eventually, he broke the kiss and leaned over her. “You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about this.” He peeled away the towel, drawing out the action while kissing the skin he revealed. Sara ran her hands over the tight muscles of his biceps, gasping as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He rolled the nub between his teeth, the small areola puckering under his ministrations before he moved to give the other one the same attention.
Sara giggled as he moved down her stomach, stopping to nose at her belly button, before kissing a trail down to her nether regions. She took a deep breath and placed her hands on her stomach as he situated his head between her thighs. Samuel wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them wide, and looked up at her as he licked a slow path down the center of her womanhood.
Using his fingers to hold open her folds, Samuel lapped at her bud, causing the fire to shoot to her core. Sara moaned and flexed her hips, wanting to get closer to the rough heat of his tongue as it ran over her. His saliva intensified the pleasure she experienced, and she gripped the comforter in her hands, balling the rough fabric in her fists to resist clutching his head.
“Good Lord,” she moaned, trying to squirm as waves of pleasure crashed through her with every stroke of his tongue. Samuel held her hips down firmly, changing his grip to hold her with one arm as he brought his other hand to her crease. He inserted first one finger, then two, as he worked her with his mouth. Curving his fingers, he explored her g-spot, and she whimpered as he played with the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Samuel.” She could feel his smile against her as she enjoyed his play. He started to make an odd sort of humming or growling sound. His tongue vibrated in time with the noise, and she came apart. Sara placed her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream as she came, attempting to clench her legs together as the orgasm hit her. She had never experienced such a strong reaction from playing with herself.
Samuel moved over her, settling between her legs, and entered her in one swift motion. Still sensitive from her first orgasm, she gasped and wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pushed deep inside of her. His eyes and lips were tightly closed, and the look on his face was no longer playful but rather hard and demanding.
Cradling the back of her head in one hand, he supported himself with his other arm while he buried his face in her hair and moved inside of her. He ran his lips over her neck, biting her gently, and she dug her nails into his back in response.
“Will you cum a second time for me?” His voice was thick and rough, brimming with desire. She tried to look at him, but he wouldn’t let her turn her head. Adjusting his position, his member hit the right spot in her core, and she whimpered from the feelings of pleasure washing over her. Sara used the bed for traction, moving her hips in a slight circle until he was pounding into the perfect spot. She arched her back and reveled in the tidal wave of bliss tearing her apart as he moved.
Samuel adjusted the hand he was using to support himself with, shifting to the other arm so he could run his thumb over her nub. The dual stimulation was too much for her to bear, and she flew over the cliff again, barely able to hold on as her body shuddered around his member. Growling in her ear, Samuel thrust several more times, releasing himself deep within her. She could feel the shaking of his member as he reached his orgasm, his breath coming hard in sharp gasps as he pressed as deep as he could. He lay there, supporting his weight on top of her, for several minutes while he caught his breath.
Sara ran her fingers through his damp and tangled hair, nuzzling the side of his face, but he still wouldn’t look at her. “Is something wrong?” She hoped he didn’t regret what they had just done.
“Not at all.” His voice sounded more natural now, and Sara wondered if she misheard his tone earlier. Taking one last deep breath, he pulled out of her, moving to lie on his side and gathered her in his arms.
Samuel kissed the tip of her nose with an impish smile. “Rest,” he growled, running his hands over her arm as she took pleasure in running her hands over the rigid muscle of his abdomen. “It’s going to be a long night.”
Sara laughed as she pushed away to go clean herself off.
21. SAMUEL
“If you hurt her I swear to God, I will hunt you down and murder you myself.” Samuel’s head flew up, and he looked at Ash with wide eyes. Wearing the towel Sara had given him last night, he wanted to take a look around the cellar to see if there was anything of significance he could scavenge. The look on Ash’s face was so fierce he swore she was a descendant of the Valkyries of old.
“Sara’s been through a lot, and she barely escaped the last psycho. She’s closer to me than a sister, and I almost lost her once.”
Samuel held his hands in the air in a placating gesture. “I have no intentions of hurting her. I never did.”
“You played some really shitty tricks on her. She’s told me the stories.” She crossed her arms and watched his face. He assumed she was looking for signs of dishonesty.
“That was before I knew her. Even then, I never tried to hurt her. Honestly, you should be proud of how brave she is. Nothing I threw at her scared her.” He rubbed his face with his hands, wondering if he would have to use his powers on Ash to charm her.
She eyed him for a long minute before turning around and going to the back door. Opening it, she let Chico in from outside and picked the dog up, c
uddling him. “I guess you need clothes. I don’t want to wake Sara, from the sounds of it, you kept her up late last night.” Ash gave him a pointed look but ruined it with a wide grin before continuing, “I’ll run to the store and pick up food and something for you to put on for the day. Sara can take you to the mall when she wakes up.”
Ash put Chico on the ground and grabbed Sara’s car keys off the hall table. Before she left, she turned to him and gave him an unreadable look. “I’m watching.”
Samuel stood in the hallway, his mouth ajar at the whirlwind that just passed him by, then shook his head. It was far too early for this lunacy, and he hadn’t been free long enough to deal with it. But, Sara loved her friend, and she was officially on the Do Not Harm list, so it behooved him to put up with her.
Chico ran up to him and pawed at his leg. “Women are crazy,” he whispered to the little imp after he picked the dog up. Chico licked his face in what he considered to be agreement. “At least that hasn’t changed over the past few centuries.” He spent a few minutes nuzzling and petting the dog before placing him back on the floor.
Samuel went into the basement and opened the door to the cellar, moving rocks and dirt aside with his foot. He would need to take another shower after he finished his excursion to the depths of hell. Bathing daily seemed to be a thing in this time period, and there was no shortage of hot water, so the thought of climbing back into the shower didn't bother him. Especially if Sara joined him. He grew hard at the idea of lathering soap over her body and taking her against the back wall. Samuel tempered his thoughts with the chore ahead.
Steeling himself, he walked down the stairs into the basement he had been trapped in for so long. Logically he knew there was nothing down here that could trap him again, but he still suffered at the thought of being imprisoned so soon after being freed. Too many of the items in the cellar needed to be cataloged and dealt with to let fear put the work off. It would destroy him if something happened to Sara because a careless individual was able to use any of the artifacts in the cellar.
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