Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

After my shower, I dried off, again a little too roughly and huffed my way to the closet to find my sexiest lingerie. I chose a white, satin cami with lace that covered the tops of my breasts, yet still left plenty for view and had a lace trim that went around the bottom that stopped at the top of my thighs. It was short enough that if I raised arms just a little, you could see the cheeks of my ass. Considering this, I chose a pair of white, lace boy shorts that the bottom of my ass hung out of. I towel dried my hair, and dabbed a small amount of perfume just behind my ears. The shower was no longer running in the guest bedroom. I wanted to search the house for Luke, but he told me to go to bed, and since I was tired anyway-at least that’s what I told myself-that’s exactly what I did.

I don’t know if it was the removal of the covers from around me or Luke’s muffled “damn” that woke me, but when I opened my eyes he was standing beside the bed looking down at me. I was on my stomach, my head turned towards him with my arms under my pillow. My left leg was bent and my right straight, causing my legs to be gaped open. The slinky nightie that I wore had ridden up my back, giving Luke a full view of my ass and the scrap of panties that barely covered it.

“You went to bed.” This was not a question, but a realization that I had done exactly what he asked. I nodded my head at him, afraid to speak or even move. I don’t know what I was afraid of. Saying the wrong thing? The last thing I wanted was for him to deprive me of his huge cock that bulged from his tight, boxer briefs.

“Sit up, Dallas,” he said to me, his voice feral and full of need. I rose to my knees, rubbing my eyes trying to wake myself up. “You are so beautiful. Especially like this; sleepy and obedient, yet stubborn and defiant. You knew when you put that on that I couldn’t resist you.”

I looked over at him. I knew my eyes were full of need and my body most definitely was. My nipples had hardened from just looking at him and I could feel the dampness between my thighs. Luke moved behind me in the bed, placed one hand on my hip then gently pushed me between my shoulder blades, urging me down with the other. My face was turned sideways on the pillow, once again, but my ass was in the air and at his mercy. I could feel the excitement building inside of me, mixed with a little nervousness and anxiety.

“You have the most beautiful ass, baby,” Luke said as he leaned down over me, pressing his lips to the small of my back and sliding his hands under my panties and over the cheeks of my ass. He moved his hands, taking my panties with him and pulled them down my legs, kissing the backs of my thighs as he went. My body was shuddering with excitement and the feel of his lips on my tender skin. His hands ran up my legs; over my calves and thighs to my ass, then up my back until they fisted in my hair. I could feel his long, hard length pressed up against me and I pushed back, anxious for him to be inside me.

“You want this, baby?” He was back to the endearments and it thrilled me.

“Yes,” I breathed, trying to sit up so I could put my hands on him. I needed to feel him. I wanted to runs my hands over his muscles and put my lips all over his body. The need was so intense that I actually whimpered. Luke kept a firm hold on my hair, not letting me move.

“Oh, no baby. You are going to lay there and take everything I give you.” His voice was like silk, sliding over me. “Stay where you are and don’t move. I love looking at you in this position.”

It was almost embarrassing to me, my ass in the air baring it all for him to see, but Luke had a way of making me feel sexy and wanted and the thought of him enjoying looking at me like this was so overwhelming, that I shivered with excitement. Luke’s hands left my hair and he trailed one finger down my spine to that forbidden place that made me tense, the minute he touched it. He trailed further down, sinking two fingers into my wetness.

“Fuck, baby. You are so wet.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I was sure he was wearing that dark look I loved so much, with his lips slightly parted. He moved his fingers back up, spreading the dampness from between my legs. I tensed as he put pressure there and he immediately stopped.