I slapped the counter once.
Startled, he jumped and wrinkled his brow. His stroke slowed down.
No no no. I love it. Stroke it for me please. I’m in fucking heaven.
Still lying on my back, I raised my fists above the countertop about six inches and gave him the thumbs up sign. I nodded my head sharply.
His pace sped up slightly.
I tapped the counter once.
Both thumbs up.
He stepped to the side of the counter, steadily stroking his cock. As he approached the edge, he grabbed my calves and pulled me to the side of the countertop. With my ass half hanging over the edge, He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my soaking wet pussy.
Ohgoodfuckinggod.
This will never work.
I leaned up and slapped his thigh twice.
A million little thoughts ran through my head. I wondered if it was possible that his cock wouldn’t fit inside my pussy. I had never considered it, but I guessed I never really asked anyone if they had heard of it happening before. As he began to pull out, I slapped his leg once, focused, and let out one word.
“Slow,” I sighed.
He nodded his head and looked down at my pussy as he guided himself inside me again. As I felt him pressing inside of me, I took a deep breath and relaxed. The feeling of his huge cock pressing inside of me prevented me from relaxing much, and I became frustrated.
I bit my bottom lip as his cock slowly pushed deep into my wet pussy. It felt like it was in my chest. I exhaled, and took a slow breath. He held his cock deep inside of me, leaned forward, and began to squeeze my breasts.
“Kace,” he said softly.
I looked up.
“Relax, babe. Breathe,” he said.
I nodded. As I felt his cock begin to slide out, I pressed my elbows onto the counter and raised my shoulders. I looked down and watched in amazement as his cock slid in and out of my wet pussy. As I watched him fuck me, I felt as if seeing it happen made it much easier. If it was even possible, it felt as if seeing it made me more lubricated and wet. I watched eagerly as his glistening cock slid in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Each stroke became easier, and I got lost in watching him fuck me.
His stomach muscles flexed as he stood on his tip-toes and slowly pushed himself in and out of me. I focused on his body and watched him admiring mine as his hands now held my upper thighs.
I began to feel as if pressure was building up inside of me. I pressed down on my bottom lip with my teeth. The feeling of having Shane fuck me was almost too much for me to take. I began to tingle, and I felt my breathing change. I was sure I was preparing to have an orgasm, and without a doubt it was going to kill me.
Remembering what I had told him at Ripp’s house a few weeks prior, I wondered what he must be thinking.
But when you decide it’s time, as you say - know this. I like it rough. Think about that. And you better pray to God that you’re ready…
I stopped biting my lip and looked Shane in the eyes. As he looked at me and smiled, his perfect white teeth gleamed. Again, I thought of everything I had read on my Kindle over the past few years. I opened my mouth and stared at Shane’s face.
“Shhhh,” he said softly as he forced himself in and out of me.
I shook my head from side to side.
“Fuck,” I inhaled slowly after the word came out.
“Fuck me,” I exhaled as I spoke.
I can do this.
“Fuck me hard, Shane. Fuck me hard. Please,” I begged.
He sped up his pace.
I shook my head and waved my arms in the air like a child wanting to be picked up by his mother.
He moved his hands from my waist to my armpits, and lifted me up. He slid his forearms under my armpits, his hands behind my back, and lifted me from the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and laid my head on his shoulder. Immediately, I felt calm.
I whispered in his ear, “No. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I want to remember this.”
He began thrusting his hips upward, his upper thighs and hips bouncing against my ass as his cock slid deep inside of me.
“Against the wall,” I begged.
I’d seen the pictures on Tumblr at work of women being fucked against the wall by a muscular man. I wanted it. As he carried me to the wall I became more excited. As I felt my back against the cold surface, I tensed and took a quick breath.
“Do it,” I growled.
He slid his hands from my back to under my ass. Slowly, he began to fuck me against the wall, his hands cupped under my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes, thinking of the books, the pictures and the fact we had finally made it to this point.
“Harder,” I pleaded as I bit his neck.
He tilted his head toward me, trying to force my mouth off of his neck. I bit harder and grunted through my clenched teeth.
“Hrrrder” I grunted.
He began to forcefully fuck me, shoving his entire cock into me. Each thrust lifted my body six inches. As soon as my body slid back down, he would thrust against me again.
Yes, this is what I want.
“Hrrrder” I begged through my clenched teeth, biting his neck harder.
“Fuck Kace,” he grumbled, twisting his neck against my bite.
I released my grip on his neck.
“He speaks,” I breathed into his ear.
“Well, you weren’t saying shit,” he said as he pressed me to the wall.
“I was nervous,” I gasped as he softly pressed me into the wall.
“I’m fine now,” I grunted as he started thrusting harder into me.
“You aren’t going to hurt me,” I whispered into his ear.
“Now fuck me like I want,” I bit his neck again.
He began forcefully fucking me into the wall. With each stroke he increased his force and speed. My head began to hit the wall. I slapped his back once and bit his neck harder.
“Hrrrder” I begged though my teeth.
He pounded me into the wall.
I felt my pussy contracting as his massive cock thrust in and out of my now soaked pussy. His cock felt as if it were growing. He kept fucking me into the wall with each stroke. I closed my eyes and bit his neck.
This.
This is what I want.
My breathing became short and shallow. It was as if I almost forgot to breathe. His cock swelled. I released my grip on his neck and moved my mouth to his ear.
Yes, I want this.
“Cum inside of me. Fill me with cum, Shane. I want to feel it,” I whispered into his ear.
His breathing became choppy and he closed his eyes. I felt myself begin to climax I had no idea existed. As if my body was warning me, I tensed up and focused, squeezing his body against me.
“Kace,” he said.
“Kaaaace,” he repeated slowly and softly.
“Do it,” I sighed.
I closed my eyes.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck…Ooooh fuuuuck,” I heard the words somehow escape my mouth.
I felt his cock swell and ejaculate as he groaned. At the same time, whatever was trapped inside of me released - as if I had actually exploded. I gasped for a breath. I felt cum running down my legs. I could not speak or think. Caught in the particular moment, I simply blinked my eyes.
Finally, my eyes began to focus. When I looked at his face, I saw relief.
Not an orgasms worth, but a lifetime.
I leaned back into the wall, still incapable of speech. I took a slow breath and exhaled.
Ahhh. Basil.
I reached up and pushed his head back. As I looked into his steel grey eyes, I leaned forward and softly kissed the most beautiful man in the world.
And finally, I was able to speak.
“I love you, too,” I said softly.
And I began to cry.
KACE. Shane had been home from the hospital for three weeks. He seemed measurably different since returning from the hospital, in good ways. He was m
ore loving, willing to spend time being lazy around the house with me, and had been taking time to cuddle and do girlish things with me.
It was entirely possible the hospital was something he needed for a long time. It was probably necessary to get his mind clear after losing his father and grandfather in such a short period of time. He never talked to me about the trip to my mother’s house, passing out, the ambulance ride, or what the doctor told him during his stay in the hospital.
The afternoon after we left him in the hospital, he called from a restaurant and explained he was done with all of his medical tests. He said whenever we were ready Ripp and I could come get him. The day in the restaurant was the last we spoke of any of it.
I know something inside of him changed, because he had not worn his dog tags since the day he tore them off and dropped them on the floor at my mother’s house. The dog tags were his life, his good luck charm, and his only real tie to his father. I think they might have caused part of the problem, because he tore them off right before he collapsed.
Initially, I didn’t really know how to treat it, so I placed them on the kitchen counter for him to pick up whenever he was ready. That night, they were gone. He didn’t wear them, but I knew he took them from the counter. The next day, while Shane was showering, I accidentally threw away my driver’s license when I was cleaning out my wallet. As soon as I realized it, I dug through the trash to try and find it. When I did, I saw the chain in the trash. I reached in and pulled at the chain, and found the dog tags attached, wrapped in paper to hide them.
I put them away until he decides he wants or needs them. I don’t want to mention them and make him upset if he doesn’t want to talk about it. I know whatever reason he was upset had to do with his father, and right now his father is a delicate subject. I don’t want to upset Shane, not now. Not every for that matter. For now, I just want to enjoy him the way he is.
“Babe, where are you?” he asked as he walked in the door.
“I’m in here,” I answered from the living room.
He walked into the living room holding a sack in his hand. His boots were clean and polished, and he was wearing a new black hoodie.
“Look,” he said as he held one foot forward for me to see.
“They’re clean. They look good. I like your new hoodie,” I said as I looked back and forth between the cooking channel and his clean boots.
“No, babe. They’re new,” he said.
“You bought new boots?” I asked as I turned off the television.
“Brand fucking new,” he said.
He has changed.
“Holy cow. Where are the old ones?” I asked as I stood from the couch.
“Garage. I put ‘em up. Got a new hoodie, too,” he said as he slowly turned in a circle.
“I love it, it looks comfy. The old one?”
“Garage,” he responded.
“Oh, wow. And how long had you been wearing those old boots?” I asked.
“Uhhm. Well, six. No, seven. Eight. Yeah, eight years,” he responded.
“Wow,” I said, glad that he finally replaced them.
He looked inside the sack he held, pulled out a receipt, and then handed it to me.
“There’s a few dresses in there. Go in the bedroom and try them on for me,” he smiled.
“You bought me dresses?” I asked as I eagerly grabbed the bag from his grasp.
As he nodded his head, he unzipped and removed his hoodie. I looked inside the bag. One dress was black and one was a burnt orange color. I loved getting gifts, and I love clothes. I hadn’t received a gift for around ten years as far as I could remember. Holding the bag in my hand, I reached around his neck and hugged him.
“Thank you, I love you, Shane,” I said.
“I love you. Now go try them on,” he said as he sat on the couch and began to remove his boots.
“Can I come out and model them for you?” I asked as I walked to the room.
“Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to try them on and come out here so I can see,” he said as he shook his head.
This is so exciting.
I ran to the room and shut the door.
I held up the black dress. Black is elegant. Boring. I held up the orange dress. Oh my, this is nice. It’s going to look so good. I got undressed and put on the orange dress and looked in the mirror. I looked fabulous.
Awesome sauce.
If I go out there in this one first, then the black one will be last, and I won’t end it with a bang.
I took the orange dress off and put on the black one. I looked great, but I needed shoes. I opened the closet and dug for my favorite 4” heels. I found the heels and pulled them onto my feet. I stood and looked in the mirror.
Oh wow.
Wow.
I opened the drawer to my dresser and pulled out my perfume and one of my folded tee shirts. I sprayed the folded tee shirt with perfume, pulled up the dress, and rubbed the tee shirt under my chest.
That ought to do it.
I looked in the mirror and pulled my hair behind my ears the way he likes to see it.
Ok, here we go.
I grabbed the door handle and looked in the mirror.
I look too conservative.
As I turned the door handle, I shook my head and walked out into the living room.
“Don’t move,” he said as soon as I walked out of the bedroom.
“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked, startled.
“Don’t. Kace, don’t move,” he said as he stood up from the couch, “Take a step back by the door.”
“What?” I asked as I stood a few steps into the living room.
“Just back up one or two steps, into the light,” he said as he walked toward the kitchen.
Slowly, I stepped backward two steps.
“Right there, don’t move,’ he said from the edge of the kitchen.
He grabbed his phone and started walking my direction. He stood a few feet in front of me and held his phone in front of him, looking at the screen. As I stood there smiling, he took a few pictures of me with his phone. He looked at the phone, scrolled through the pictures, and knelt down closer to the floor.
He took another picture and looked at the phone, “Perfect.”
“Kace, you’re as beautiful of a human being as has ever existed. Looking at you is proof there is a God, he pays attention to his work, and he appreciates it. I wonder what I have ever done to deserve having the ability to just come home to you every day,” he said as he stood and stared at the screen of the phone.
“Look at this,” he said as he held his phone in front of my face and stepped beside me.
I looked at the screen. The girl looking back at me was beautiful. Her hair was blonde and healthy looking. Wearing a new black dress and heels, she looked elegant. Her skin held on to the late summer tan, and was free of blemishes. As I studied the picture I realized Shane had changed me. He had made me confident. He gave me reason to believe I was beautiful. He asked me daily, several times, who’s the most beautiful girl in the world?
He knew what he was doing.
Looking at the screen of the phone, I realized he was right.
I was beautiful.
And Shane knew it. Long before I realized it, he knew it. He brought it to my attention. He told me over and over, in his own way. And now he stood beside me showing me. He truly believed I was beautiful for all of this time, and now he was making sure I knew it. I tried to remember the last time I looked at a picture of myself. I couldn’t even recall the last time. I had no reason to have pictures. Josh’s rules really didn’t let me take, send, or have a reason to need pictures.
“I could just look at you for a lifetime,” Shane said as he looked up from the screen of the phone.
“Do it,” I responded, “Do it.”
“I intend to,” he chuckled as he tossed the phone onto the floor.
“Want me to try on the other dress now?” I asked, standing there a little more confident than befor
e.
“Take that one off, Kace,” he said.
“Want to see the other one?” I asked again, excited to put on the other dress.
“Take it off, Kace. Now. Take it off. I can’t take it any longer. Looking at you makes me realize you’re real. Here’s the thing, Kace. Every time I come home, every time I meet you for lunch, every time I wake up and look over at you,” he paused and placed his hands on either side of my face.
He held my face and looked into my eyes, “You’re more beautiful than I ever remember you being.”
I melted into a puddle.
“Kace, every time I go somewhere with you, I hold my head high. Proud you’re stepping down to my level. I’m surprised someone like you would even be with someone like me. I stand beside you proudly, hopeful I can make you a fraction as happy as you make me. I love you, Kace,” he said as he kissed me softly.
As he pulled away from my lips, he focused on my face, “Off, Kace. Now.”
“Okay, I’ll go grab the other one,” I sighed, still full of emotion from his little speech.
“No,” he said as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.
I felt him unzip the zipper of the dress. The dress fell to the floor. He knelt down at my feet, removed my shoes one at a time, and tossed the dress to the side. Dressed in my panties and bra, he led me by my hand into the bedroom.
A certain satisfaction filled me as we walked into the room. I was satisfied Shane cared for me enough to buy me gifts and remind me I was beautiful. I’m further satisfied he loved me – and he accepted my love in return. As we reached the bed, he turned me around and lowered my body onto it. Slowly, I allowed myself to fall to the bed. His fingers slid to my panties, pulling them along my thighs. I raised my feet and kicked my legs to free my panties from my feet.
I sat up slightly and reached back to unhook my bra as he pulled his shirt over his head. As he reached to unbuckle his belt, his bicep muscles flexed and twitched. He stood at the end of the bed as he removed his jeans and looked like an absolute God.
Shane Dekker was the sweetest man I had ever met. He was also the most brutal man to ever enter the boxing ring. He was now, and would always remain the most gorgeous man I have even seen in my life. His innocence and shy nature did nothing but added to the fact he was as tough as almost anyone on earth – it made him even more attractive. It made him human. Soon he may be fighting for the Heavyweight Champion in the World title. Looking at him stand before me made it almost difficult to believe.