Page 292 of S is for SEX

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 before.

“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.

As I tossed my bra to the floor, I wiped the drool from my lips.

Now standing naked, he inched his way beside me on the bed. Shane knew by now all I had to do was see him without a shirt, listen to him speak, or watch him get undressed and I was as wet as I would ever become.

“Babe?” he whispered.

I turned my head to face him. As our eyes met, he began to kiss me. As he kissed me his hands touched the sides of my face lightly. He touched my face almost every time we kissed, and it drove me insane with emotion. It was the one thing which always pushed me over the edge.

His soft lips against mine, I moaned as he kissed me. One of his hands left my face and began to massage my breasts. He began to roll my nipple between his index finger and thumb. An electrical charge felt as if it were traveling from my nipple to my aching pussy.

Foreplay with Shane Dekker wasn’t foreplay at all, it was torture.

Lying on his side beside me on the bed, he moved his mouth from my lips to the edge of my neck. As he drug his teeth down the side of my neck, I felt goose bumps rise from my calf to my shoulder. His lips began to kiss my collar bone and work their way back up my neck to my jaw.

My entire body felt as if it were on fire.

As he kissed my jaw and worked his way down to my chin, his hands found my breasts. I closed my eyes and focused on his mouth. My breasts cupped in each of his hands, he started squeezing them as he kissed my chin and neck. He opened his mouth wide and began kissing the front of my neck. I arched my back and tilted my head back, exposing my neck for his pleasure.

As he licked and kissed my neck, he began to moan.

No, don’t do that.

Don’t moan.

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