Pulling the dildo from Delilah’s grasping pussy, he lifted her hips in his hands and slammed home. He couldn’t have slowed things down even if he’d wanted to. His body wanted her hard and fast, and from the sounds she was making, hers completely agreed.
“Come for me one more time, Trouble.”
Sam hadn’t even finished the command when her body tensed and she began to tighten around him. He followed almost instantly, the tight grip of her inner muscles being too much for him to bear.
* * * * *
They dressed in silence then went to eat breakfast with those who hadn’t yet left. People regaled one another with tales of debauchery. It was a pretty normal morning after for the conference, but Sam couldn’t seem to take his eye off Delilah. She didn’t eat much, mostly playing with the food still on her place.
“Time to go. Don’t want you to miss your shuttle.”
She nodded then bid farewell to those she’d met before following Sam. It was clear to him how uncomfortable she was about saying good-bye so he took the lead. After collecting her bag from his cabin, he walked her to the designated point for shuttle pickup. She felt good in his arms, all but melting against his body.
When the van pulled up, he pushed her to arm’s length. “You served me well this weekend, Delilah.”
She blushed again, a sight that had become very endearing to him. “Thank you, Sir.”
Reaching into his back pocket, Sam pulled out a folded envelope and handed it to her.
“What—”
Sam cut her off with another kiss then helped her into the shuttle. After bucking her up, he said, “Open it after you’ve gone. Think about it and give me a call when you’ve made a decision.”
She appeared apprehensive but smiled anyway as he closed the door and the van pulled away. It was sort of a bittersweet moment. Sam couldn’t remember a time in the last several years that he’d had as much fun. He only hoped Delilah took him up on the open-ended plane ticket he’d purchased and the invite to come back and see him anytime.
When he got back to his weekend home away from home, it was to find she’d already called and left a message. “I’m looking forward to learning more about myself so just name the time and place, Sir, and I’ll be there.”
This time it was Sam’s turn to smile. From kinky camping in the woods to a future full of new and exciting possibilities. Life was definitely good.
About the Author
Maggie Casper’s life could be called many things but boring isn’t one of them. If asked, Maggie would tell you that blessed would more aptly describe her everyday existence. Being loved by four gorgeous daughters should be enough to make anybody feel blessed. Add to that a bit of challenge, a lot of fun and an undeniably close circle of friends and family and you’d be walking in her shoes.
A love of reading was passed on by Maggie’s mother at a very early age, and so began her addiction to romance novels. Maggie admits to writing some in high school but when life got in the way, she put up her pen and paper. Seems that things changed over the years because when she finally decided it was time to put her story ideas on paper, the pen was out and the computer was in. Took her a while to catch up but she finally made it.
When not writing, Maggie can usually be found reading, doing genealogy research or watching NASCAR.
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