Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

Dallas

I couldn’t get enough of Luke. The ride here almost killed me. I wanted nothing more than to smell him, taste him and touch him. He didn’t seem to mind that I curled up in his lap. I could feel his hardness pushing against me and it took everything I had to not dry hump him. I figured we had come too far to die in a car wreck because we couldn’t control ourselves. Now here I was, with him, in a hotel and I couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. Luke’s patience was almost annoying. He took his time, unzipping my skirt and even slowed down our kiss. I wanted him to rip it off of me and kiss me so hard he made my lips swell. I didn’t want to think about anything but him. I wouldn’t. “Please,” I begged, knowing he knew what I wanted.

“Calm down, baby. It’s been a while. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against my lips.

“Hurt me. I don’t care,” I said, plunging my tongue back into his mouth. He chuckled and released my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Immediately I starting climbing him, and he had no choice but to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me. I almost came as his hard cock brushed against me. Even through his jeans, he felt long and thick. He carried me to the bed and laid me down gently, covering my body with his own.

“I missed you, baby. I just want to taste you. I want to feel you. I need to know that you are really here with me.” I moaned at his words as he slid to the floor, on his knees between my legs. He removed my heels from my feet and kissed his way up my leg. Grabbing my panties, he slid them off my legs and opened me up before him. He kissed the insides of my thighs, teasing me. When his tongue finally glided between the lips of my pussy, I threw my head back and screamed. My fingers fisted in his hair, as I pushed his mouth further into me. I bucked my hips, riding his face, holding nothing back. His tongue rubbed slow circles around my clit until I exploded in an orgasm that left my whole body jerking. The patience Luke had was now gone as he climbed over me and pulled me up to a sitting position. He removed my shirt and bra, then gently pushed me back on the bed while he removed his own clothes. He took my breasts in his hands and pinched my nipples roughly. Pleasure shot through me as he rolled them between his fingers. His mouth replaced his hands and he sucked gently on my nipples, soothing them with each stroke of his tongue. His cock was pressed against my opening and I pushed against it, crying out from pleasure when the tip of it slid inside.

“Fuck, baby. You are so wet,” he said, surprised at how easily he had slipped inside of me.

“More,” I begged against his lips. I ran my tongue across them, tasting myself. He pushed deeper, filling me completely and it took my breath away. I arched my back, urging him to go deeper and he consented. He moved in and out of me slowly, all the while keeping his forehead pressed against mine and looking into my eyes. The love we made was beautiful. Just feeling him inside me, tasting his lips, breathing in the scent of him-was enough to complete me. There was no way I could ever want anything more than what I had in this very moment. My hands moved to his back, feeling his muscles flex each time he drove deep inside me. He could tell by the clenching of my muscles and the stiffness of my body, that I was close. He moved harder and faster, bringing me to that point of ecstasy that only he could. We came together, both of us drowning in a wave of pleasure. It was different this time, more intense. Maybe it was because we had been apart from one another for so long. Maybe it was because we felt like we had taken advantage of the time we had with one another. Whatever it was, made me realize that if I had one more day, or one hundred years left on this planet, they would amount to nothing if they weren’t with Luke.

Luke and I took a shower together. One that will go down in history. It started out with me washing him, then him washing me, then me on my knees, then me against the wall while he pounded into me. It was epic. Now I lay beside him, running circles over his chest with my fingers. His abdomen was covered in purple and blue bruises, but Luke had the strength of a bull. Not once did he give the slightest hint that he was in pain. He told me that he had some broken ribs, but by the way he just fucked me against the shower wall, I didn’t believe him.