Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

“Who does your body belong to Dallas?”

“You,” I managed to say again.

“All of it?” he asked smoothly.

“You, Luke. I belong to you, all of me,” I said pushing back against his finger.

He could move just a little faster. He removed his finger and trailed it back up to the forbidden place on my body. His large hand was in the middle of my back keeping me pinned down so I couldn’t move. “Don’t move Dallas or I will hurt you and I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was like sugar to a diabetic or crack to a fein. I craved it. He was hypnotizing me with his voice, and I would have let him fuck me in the ear had he have asked.

His finger was slick with my juices and he never put it inside me, just applied pressure to the outside of me, which wasn’t that bad, but still mortifying. I was sure I must have fallen and hit my head because what he was doing actually felt good.

“Put your knees up on the arm of the couch,” he said stepping back away from me.

Shit. This would for sure fully expose me. Had he not have even thought about touching me there I would have been fine with it.

“Now Dallas,” his dark voice demanded. With shaky arms, I leaned up and pulled me knees so that they were on the arm of the couch and my ass was open for all to see. I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed but totally turned on. “Baby you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful and to know that there is somewhere that only I have touched you does something to me. I want to own every inch of you baby, and I will, but I don’t want you to ever feel ashamed or embarrassed about yourself. You’re perfect.” His words were sincere, but they did absolutely nothing to reassure me.

I wasn’t embarrassed of my body. I wasn’t ashamed of how I looked; it was just the thought of him wanting to touch me there that had my stomach in knots. I wanted to just say “my ass is off limits” but for some reason I couldn’t. Maybe that’s what was bothering me. I actually wanted this.

Luke grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him. I turned my face to kiss him as he reached around and grabbed my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers just as I had done. He pulled me off the arm of the couch, and with my back still to him, leaned me over once more and eased inside of me. He moved slowly, waiting for me to become accustomed to him once again, and when I began pushing against him, he picked up speed. He was thrusting in and out of me and all I could do was beg for more.

“Fuck me harder Luke,” I cried.

“Fuck, baby,” he responded pushing into me harder and faster. Both hands were on my hips as he slammed into me over and over. I came again and again as he pounded into me. My body was limp lying across the couch, but I managed to turn my head so that he could hear my pleas.

“Please, don’t stop. It feels so good. Please, Luke.” He placed his hands on each side of my ass, spreading me open as he ground into me harder. I didn’t think it could get any better, but the feeling intensified. He placed his thumb where his finger had been earlier and applied pressure and I came once again. As I did, he slipped his finger inside me and the feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. I screamed loudly, my climax coursing through my body. I felt Luke still inside of me as he leaned over and rained kisses down my back. His arms were beside him supporting his weight and he stayed like that, kissing me across my neck and back until his breathing returned to normal.

“You still alive baby?” Luke asked from behind me. I grunted in response. I didn’t think my mouth could form words. Luke laughed. “Shower?” I nodded my head in agreement. “You want me to carry you?” he asked still laughing. Once again, I nodded. He scooped me into his arms and carried my lifeless body into the bathroom.

“When are you leaving?” I asked once we were in the shower and the hot water had somewhat pulled me from fully sated state.

“In the morning. You will be able to reach me on my phone if you need anything,” he said, back in the mood he was in prior to our sexual escapade.

“Can I ask where you are going?” I asked cautiously. I didn’t want to push him, but it would be nice to know. I was hoping he would tell me of his own free will, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen.