Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

“Yes,” I managed to choke out.

“What are you going to do if you can’t handle it Dallas?” He asked, blowing his breath on my ear.

“Lift my arm,” I said nervously. Fuck, this was exciting and intense and nerve racking. He leaned up, letting go of my hair and slowly eased into me. It felt so fucking good. I was so wet from my arousal and I welcomed him in, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. When he pulled out I was expecting him to fuck me slowly until he knew I was ready, but I was wrong. He rammed into me over and over again. My cries were that of pain and pleasure. He was so deep inside me, filling me and fucking me mercilessly. I knew this was a punishment fuck and I loved every minute of it.

“You learned your lesson yet, Dallas?” He asked through gritted teeth. Hell no. This was too wonderful for him to stop now.

“Fuck. You,” I responded with as much malice in my voice as possible.

“Wrong answer, baby.” He rotated my hips, putting me at a different angle and slammed into me deeper. I blacked out momentarily. It was too much, but it still felt so good. It felt better than an orgasm. I was afraid to come, not being sure if my body would hold up afterward. He drove into me harder and faster, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My body exploded into an orgasm and somehow, Luke found a way to drive deeper.

“Stop,” I tried to tell him, but it came out as a whisper. I tried to lift my arm, but my limbs were like wet spaghetti noodles. He wasn’t hurting me, but my body couldn’t take anymore. I collapsed on my face and immediately passed out.

When my eyes fluttered open, I was under the covers and in Luke’s arms. I turned my face slightly and saw those blue eyes watching me intently. I gave him a shy smile, slightly embarrassed at my actions.

“Feel better?” he asked me, kissing my forehead.

“Much,” I answered. It was amazing how much better I felt. I was completely relaxed and felt… perfect.

“Would you like a hot bath?” His voice was low and soft, just as it had been when he made love to me.

“With you?” I asked, hopeful.

“Of course.” His smile was so infectious I couldn’t help smiling myself. “I’ll go run some water, why don’t you help yourself to the kitchen. I have some wine in the fridge.” I nodded in agreement and he rose from the bed, walking to the bathroom. My eyes followed his perfectly sculpted back, marked with my claws of passion. I smiled to myself, remembering what had just happened. He was like night and day and I was falling in love with both sides of him. I made my way to the kitchen, taking him up on his offer of wine and drained one glass then filled another. Back in the bathroom, Luke was standing naked in front of the mirror shaving.

“Going somewhere?” I asked him. He looked at me in the mirror and smirking said, “No, I just thought that your smooth skin might appreciate it.”

I looked down and noticed the chaffed marks between my legs. “You don’t have to do that,” I muttered, embarrassed. I looked like I had some kind of rash.

“Really, babe. It’s my pleasure. I plan to spend a lot of time pleasing you. I don’t want you giving me any reason why I can’t.” He smiled sweetly at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. How thoughtful of him. Thirty minutes ago, he was fucking me unconscious; now he wanted to shave to keep from chaffing me. Oh the irony. He rinsed his face, and then gestured for me to get in the tub. The water was hot and very inviting. I sat down feeling slightly uncomfortable. The soreness between my legs was becoming more and more intense the more I moved. “You sore?” Luke asked, eyeing me warily.

“I’m fine,” I answered quickly. I didn’t want him to take it easy on me just because of a little pain.

“You are a terrible liar,” he said smirking. He climbed in behind me and pulled me back against his chest.

“Mmm. This feels nice,” I said, running my hands up and down his legs.

“Yes it does. Do you want to wash your hair?” he asked, twirling a length of my hair around his finger.

“I need to,” I responded sleepily. “But it can wait.” The hot water along with all the sex had my body so relaxed, all I wanted was sleep. Luke took a sponge and filled it with body wash and began massaging my shoulders and arms with it. I leaned up so he could wash my back. It felt so good to be pampered and I was going to take full advantage of it. Luke seemed to enjoy catering to me, so who was I to impose on his happiness?