I continued to lick my way up her thighs. Half way between her knee and her pussy, I stopped and looked into her eyes again, “We encounter countless people in our lives, Kace. It’s our responsibility to pay attention to who they are and notice how they affect us if we give them the chance. If we don’t pay attention to life’s details, we may miss these opportunities.”
“I know who you are. I know what you do to me. Just having you near me fixes everything that is broken inside of me. All of my fucked up little pieces become one. I become whole when I’m near you. Understand that, Kace. I want you in my life. But one thing I will not do is sacrifice you for the sake of making me happy. You are vulnerable. I will not take advantage of that. Sex, to me, is sacred. If I have sex with someone, I am making the commitment to them and with them that I am willing to have a child with them. To me, it isn’t as simple as sex. It’s a commitment; a big one. If,” I paused and smiled as I thought.
“Yes if the time comes, and I hope it does, I am going to fuck you until you are incapable of simple basic tasks. I’ll even have to remind you how to breathe. For now, Kace,” I ran my tongue along her inner thigh until I was an inch from her pussy.
“Ohhhh God,” she whispered.
“Shhhhh, be quiet. Or you’ll just get excited and blubber foolishness. Tap me once for yes and twice for no,” I reminded her.
“For now, Kace. You’ll wait. You’ll wait until I am convinced whatever we decide to do is in your best interest. But believe me, I want you as bad as you want me. And when we make that commitment - if we do - you better be ready.”
I buried my mouth on her pussy.
As I began to lick her pussy, she started moaning and pressed her hands into my shoulders. I pulled my right hand from her dress, and placed my cupped hand over her mouth. I slid my left hand under her butt cheek and raised her slightly off of the couch. With my tongue now deep inside her pussy, I worked my way to her clit. As my tongue made contact with her it, her body shuddered. I pressed my free hand firm against her mouth to silence her.
She tapped my shoulder once.
Pulling her butt upward, I pushed my mouth against her pussy and my tongue along her clit. I lowered my upper lip, pressing her clit between my lip and tongue. Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked her clit repeatedly and lightly until she began to thrust her hips. As her hips rose high, she screamed into my hand.
“Mmmmmmmm,” her mouth opened and her teeth pressed against the palm of my hand.
She released my shoulder with her right hand and tapped my back once. I continued to torture her clit with my tongue. She moved her hand back into place and squeezed my shoulders. Instinctively, she pulled her hips down into the couch cushion and started to wiggle away from me, pushing my shoulders away from her as she did. I lifted my hand from her face and wiped my mouth.
“Oh my fucking God, Shane,” she said as she scooted across the couch cushions.
Quickly, she made as much distance as she could between us. She sat in the corner of the couch and stared at me as if she had no idea who I was.
Puzzled, I looked at her for a moment. The most beautiful woman in the world looked back at me as if she were in shock.
“Fucking kiss me,” I said.
Immediately, she pounced across the couch and wrapped her arms around me. My hands on either side of her face, we kissed. Her full lips against mine, our tongues slowly searched for satisfaction. With my eyes closed, my mind found pure ecstasy in kissing Kace. Our lips slowly parted. As they did, I bit her lower lip, holding it firmly. She lightly moaned as I clenched it between my teeth. Without saying a word, I let go and slowly stood. As I reached for my shirt, she stared at my upper body.
“Who, Kace? Who’s the most beautiful woman in the world?”
She pointed to her chest, “Me.”
“Yes you are,” I assured her.
Slowly, she shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“I could cum just watching you put on your shirt. You were right. I know it’s been forever and a day, but you do everything perfectly, don’t you?” she sighed as she grabbed her thong.
I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head.
“Fucker,” she said as she pulled her panties over her feet.
As I reached for my hoodie, she slid her legs over the couch and attempted to stand.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she complained as she stood.
“I carried you in, I’ll carry you out,” I said as I zipped up my hoodie.
I reached down, picked her up, and hoisted her tight to my chest. As I carried her toward the door, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. As I reached the door, she grinned, turned her head, and looked up into my eyes.
“Shane, I don’t know how you’ll know when the time has come. You know, when I’m no longer vulnerable. But when you decide it’s time as you say,” she paused and looked down at the floor.
“I like it rough. Think about that. And you better pray to God that you’re ready,” she said as she looked up.
Kace might only weigh one hundred pounds and barely be five feet tall, but when the time comes…
I’m going to have my hands full.
I know that.
KACE. There are instances in our lives we will never forget, no matter how hard we try. Other events, although we will attempt to retain those precious memories, somehow fade away. The recollection of yet other events will simply remain forever, stuck in the backs of our minds. We often remember the year, day, and sometimes even the hour associated with these special occurrences. Even the smell which lingered in the air will remain in our mind as a reminder of an event which we so preciously tucked away.
Ivan Pavlov, a Russian physiologist, in studying classical conditioning, had a theory about the human mind. He rang a bell each time he would feed his dog. Over time, the dog associated the ringing sound with an opportunity to obtain food. The scientist, in proof of this theory, would ring the bell, and watch the dog salivate at the sound of the bell alone.
“Babe, I’m home,” Shane said as he walked in the front door.
“I’m in the kitchen,” I replied as I moved the groceries around on the countertop.
As he walked into the kitchen, he unzipped his hoodie. He wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Ripp and I just got done training. What are you making?”
He smelled clean, as if he had just taken a shower.
“I’m not really sure. Some kind of pasta. I bought wheat pasta, fresh basil, vegetables, and some lean beef. I was going to broil the meat and throw together a pasta dish. It sounded good. You want anything in particular?” I asked as I shuffled the groceries along the counter.
“I want you, Kace,” he responded as he kissed the back of my neck.
A chill ran down my spine. Seeing Shane was enough to make me wet. Seeing Shane shirtless made me an uncomfortable mess. Having Shane touch me and talk to me sexually made me melt into a puddle on the floor.
His warm breath on my neck moved my thoughts from cooking to other things - scenes from the books I read. My books were both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I felt as if I had actually experienced all of the things I read about. Truth be known, I have had minimal experience with sex but I was ready for that to change.
He raised his hands to my shoulders and turned me around to face him. Without speaking, he slid his hands from my shoulders to my neck. Softly, his hands moved up my neck to my face, cupping my cheeks in his hands as he kissed me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss as much as the first time we kissed. Kissing Shane was not kissing alone, it was experiencing - experiencing feelings and emotions which were unfamiliar to me. I felt alive when Shane kissed me. As my body tingled from head to toe, I smelled the sweet basil as I inhaled a breath through my nose.
“I could kiss you forever,” he said as his face slowly moved away from mine.
I opened my eye
s and focused on his face.
Bad idea.
It took every ounce of my ability to resist my desire to jump Shane’s bones. I couldn’t even look at him without thinking of sex. By simply coming home, he had given me a reason to feel alive, sexually.
But right now I was dying.
“Babe, what are you thinking?” he asked me, my face still in his hands.
You’re a gorgeous, muscular, alpha male boxer. Really? More than anything I want you to fuck me unconscious.
He let go of my face and removed his unzipped hoodie, tossing it over the bar stool.
Oh, perfect. Add salt to the wound, Shane.
As he lowered his arms, his chest flared. The muscles on his stomach were rippled down to the ‘V’ that formed at his waist. His body defined physical perfection. As I admired his physique, I knew I must respond in some sane fashion.
“Babe?” he asked again.
“I just…” I paused, thinking of what to say next.
I inhaled and smelled the basil again. It was a calming fragrance. As I began to speak, he took a short breath. He seemed slightly nervous.
“Babe, it’s time,” he said as he reached down and began to remove his raggedy boots.
I froze.
“Time, time?” I muttered.
I felt flush and overly excited.
He nodded, “I want you to know something. This is not my opinion. It’s not something I just say to say it. This is what I feel. Kace, I love you. It might seem strange to hear, it might not. But I know it just as sure as I know anything. I love you,” he paused and looked down at his feet.
Officially melted.
“And,” he looked up from the floor.
“The time has come,” he tossed his boots into the living room and removed his socks.
Holy. Shit. Yes!
I closed my eyes and inhaled again, feeling as if it were a dream. I had no idea what to do, what to say, or where to move. I was stunned. I stood in the kitchen, clearly in some degree of shock, and stared. It had been four years. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I couldn’t speak; at least not intelligently. I wanted this to be perfect for him. I wanted it to be romantic. I wanted candles, rose petals and dimmed lights. I wanted slow passionate love making. I wanted to feel his body softly become one with mine. I heard his belt unbuckle. I opened my eyes.
Shane Dekkar naked.
His cock was thick, long, and twitched as it began to rise.
No love making.
No.
I wanted fucked.
Hard.
I yanked my top off and threw it somewhere. I began to fumble with my bra, but couldn’t remember how to remove it. Slowly, he began to step toward me, reaching for my back.
“No!” I screamed.
What? I have no idea where that came from.
He stopped and looked at me, confused. I dropped my bra to the floor and unbuttoned my shorts. As I wrestled my shorts to the floor, he took another step toward me.
“No!” I screamed.
He stopped again, “Babe?”
I tried to think of every scene in every book I had read in the last four years on my Kindle. C.D. Reiss. E. L. James. Kylie Scott. Kendall Grey. My mind raced as I removed my panties. I began to get excited and feel like my thoughts were becoming jumbled.
Oh God. Not now. Let me speak.
“Like Ripp says,” I blurted.
I could feel my pussy immediately get so wet it started to drip down my thighs. He looked at me as if I was crazy. I pointed at my mouth, rolled my eyes, and took a breath.
“I…”
“I got this,” I muttered as I lowered myself to a squatting position.
“Babe, stand up,” he said quietly as he held his hand out toward me.
I shook my head and held my hands out toward his muscled ass. I curled my index fingers toward my palms. I was done talking.
I got this.
He took a step toward me. I grabbed the backs of his thigh and pulled him closer. As his hips got close to my face, his cock stood straight up. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and took Shane Dekkar’s perfect cock into my eagerly awaiting wet mouth.
He began to moan. He bent his knees and cupped my breasts in his hands.
He had probably waited as long for this moment as I, but there was no way he wanted it more than I did. I wanted him to remember this, and remember it good. Squeezing his rock hard ass in my hands, I slowly slid my mouth up and down his stiff cock. I moved my right hand from his ass to his balls. As I sucked and slurped along the shaft of his cock, I cupped his balls in my hand gently. He squeezed my breasts and closed his eyes. I pulled my mouth slowly from his cock and looked up at his face. A thin thread of saliva connected his cock to my lips.
I smiled and raised his cock from my lips with my hand. Softly, I began to suck his balls. He moaned and relaxed his leg muscles. I took his balls into my mouth, gently sucking and licking them like I had read about in the books. As I sucked his balls, he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples.
I licked along the shaft of his cock, and slowly slid my mouth down as far as I could. His cock was massive and thick, and I could only get about half of it into my mouth before my throat convulsed. I stroked his cock as I sucked it, moaning as I did.
As I attempted to take more of his cock into my mouth, I opened my eyes and looked up his muscular torso and at his face. His head was tilted back, and his eyes were still closed. I slurped and sucked as I slid my hands back and forth. His eyes opened for a moment, and he smiled as he looked down and squeezed my breasts. I reached down between my legs and touched my wet pussy. It was soaked and my clit was swollen. In a squatting position with my knees bent and my ass against my heels, I slowly spread my legs apart as I forced his cock into my throat. His focus changed from my face as he watched me slide a finger inside my wet pussy.
As soon as my hand brushed against my clit, I came. As I did, I closed my eyes and held his cock in my mouth. I felt his hands shift from my boobs to under my armpits. As he picked me up from the floor, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. As I laid my head against his neck, I felt his warm breath on my ear.
“Kace, I know you’re nervous. Just remember, tap me once for yes, and twice for no. That’s all you need to be able to do, okay?” he whispered.
Excited, I tapped his back once with my hand.
He carried me to the kitchen counter and lifted me to on top, placing my ass on the countertop. His hands slid down my torso to my inner thighs and gently spread my legs apart. As he lowered his head between my legs, he pushed against my chest softly, forcing me to go from sitting to lying down.
His mouth softly pressed against my pussy and his finger slid inside. As he began to lick my pussy, his finger gently worked in and out in a rhythmically predictable motion. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling. Within a few seconds, I felt as if I was going to explode.
I tapped him once.
He continued the same rhythm and motions. I arched my back and began to moan.
“Ohhhhhhh…”
“Ohhh…”
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
I raised my from of the countertop and came hard as my leg muscles tensed. I had never felt anything like it in my life, nor did I have any idea these types of feelings even existed. I opened my eyes and looked around the kitchen, making sure I wasn’t dreaming. For a moment, my mind was elsewhere, lost in a sea of emotional bliss.
His tongue slid to my clit, and began to press it between his lip and the tip of his tongue. Sparks shot through my lower body and up my spine. Scared, I raised my head from the countertop, looked him in the eyes, and tapped his shoulder twice.
“Crazy,” I blurted.
He raised his hand to his mouth.
“Electricity,” I muttered.
I’m just going to keep my mouth shut. This is ridiculous.
He held his index finger to his lips, “Shhhhh.”
He returned to the same finge
ring and licking motions which had earlier brought me to climax. I kept my eyes open and watched as he licked and fingered me. The sight of his muscular back and shoulders was more than I was prepared for. As his tongue worked me into a frenzy, his finger began to bring me to climax. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.
My breathing became labored.
I bit my lip harder.
I felt my emotions begin to peak. It was as if I was going to explode from every pore in my body. I started to shake. His motions predictable and pleasurable, I anticipated the climax. As it came, I bit my lip harder.
This is going to hurt.
“Ahhhhhh…”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck…”
I sounded like a retarded sailor. I bucked my hips against his face and exploded.
“Holy!” I screamed as I climaxed.
And I came. Hard.
My body shuddered.
And I came again.
His finger worked in and out of my pussy. I raised my hips.
And I came again.
I trembled. I was done. That was it. I wanted to die, right here there the kitchen, beside my precious basil.
Ahhh, the smell of the sweet basil.
My mind went blank. As I opened my eyes, the room was dark. I could still feel his mouth on my pussy and his tongue inside of me, but I could not see. I blinked my eyes.
Blurry.
I blinked again.
A silhouette.
Again.
Shane Dekkar.
Holy fuck. I am in no way prepared for anything like this. I’m just not.
I thought of the scenes in my books. They lasted much longer. The sex goes on and on and on. Sometimes they have sex in several different positions. God, I’m going to have to find some form of energy and try and control these earth shattering orgasms. Maybe if I didn’t look at him, it will be easier.
I’ll keep my eyes closed.
That should do it.
I closed my eyes.
I felt nothing. He wasn’t touching me. I wondered if we were done.
I opened my eyes.
JesusfuckingChrist.
He stood in front of the counter, stroking his cock in his right hand.