Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

Memories of our first night together came flooding back. I stood in awe this time, at the man who carefully dried me, just as he had done the first night I met him, in this very bathroom. He paused for only a second, long enough to wrap a towel around his long, thick frame. Many people say they don’t believe someone can fall in love overnight. Looking at Luke now, I don’t know how I made it through the ride home without knowing he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sometimes, I guess, you just know.

Luke drying me this time was slightly different. Everywhere he touched me with the towel; he touched me with his mouth. It was like he was marking his territory, or apologizing to my skin for letting something other than his mouth caress it. From the backs of my knees to the bends in my elbows, I felt a tingle from where his lips had been. Then he dropped to his knees before me and lifted my leg so that he could kiss my foot. I leaned back on the counter, raising my ass slightly so I could sit on the edge as I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, inviting him in. Once his tongue touched the sweet spot between them, I leaned back further, using my elbows to hold me up as I watched him kiss me. His ocean blue eyes never left mine as I moaned softly at the intimacy and the pleasure his skilled mouth gave me. His tongue felt like satin against my smooth, wet skin. It was unhurried and soft, bringing me to the edge of an earth shattering orgasm, but not quite enough to push me over. The tension was building and my elbows became shaky as my muscles loosened, preparing my body for something that I knew would never happen at the pace he was going.

Luke had that eerie ability to read my thoughts and body, because just when I thought to move myself in a more comfortable position, he stopped. I watched as he expertly removed my legs from his shoulders and pulled me to him. I now stood above him on shaky knees as he made his way up my body, kissing everything in his path until his lips found mine. I could taste myself on him as he began massaging my tongue in the same manner he had my now throbbing pussy. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed slightly, breaking our kiss and dropping to my knees in the small space that had formed between us. I jerked the towel from around Luke’s waist. My intentions were to go slow as he had, but the need for me to taste him overpowered.

My hand found his shaft and guided his thickness into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness from the bead that had formed on the head of his large cock and tightened my grip, hoping to force another drop from him to satisfy my growing need. I ran my tongue over the tip, sucking lightly on the head, trying to calm my beating heart. I looked up at his face to see his jaw taunt. I knew he was attempting to control the involuntary jerking of his hips, as his hands fisted in my hair and gave me a slight push. I opened my throat to him, and removing my hand, let him glide into my mouth, until he touched the back of my throat. He growled with pleasure as he forced himself in and out of my mouth. My hands found my breasts and began to massage my hardened nipples, causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through me. I refrained from touching anywhere else; afraid that the monumental orgasm that was forming inside me would be wasted at the expense of my own hands and not from Luke’s massive cock. His pace quickened as he watched my fingers roll my taunt, pink nipples between them. With a grunt of what I could only assume was frustration, Luke pulled out of my mouth and reached his hands out to mine. I grabbed them and let him pull me from the floor. We were both on the verge of release, but knew it would be so much better if he were inside me when it happened.

He led me to the bed, and gave me a gentle push so that I was on my back in front of him. He positioned himself between my legs and with gentle ease, slid inside me.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered into my neck. I moaned in agreement as he filled me, my walls tightening around him. “Tell me you love me, beautiful.” His mouth sucked softly at my neck and his breath cooled the wetness, causing my body to tremble from the sensation.