Page 49 of Undefeated

“I want you…” she began to say as she kicked her sandals to the floor.

I pressed my finger to her lips.

“Shhhh.” I said.

“Remember what I told you? About me being good at everything that I do?” I asked, still holding my finger over her lips.

She nodded her head and sighed.

“I want you to listen to me, Kace. Listen and try to be quiet. Focus on listening and feeling,” I said as I slid the bottom of her dress up to her hips.

I removed my hoodie and shirt and tossed them over the arm of the couch. I lowered my chin to the inside of her bare thighs, looking up at her eyes as I did. As I reached up and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs, she cooed lightly. I tossed her panties on the couch beside her, reached inside her dress and placed my hands against her waist. My thumbs pressed lightly into the depression of her hips.

“Shhhh. Listen. I don’t know if I’m a good boxer because I notice all the details, or if I notice all the details because I’m a good boxer,” I licked her inner thigh, working my way closer to her hips.

“But,” I looked up into her eyes, “I do notice all the details. Like the day we met in your office. The yogurt cup in the trash. The plastic spoon. The Running magazine you had on your desk. I notice everything.”

I licked my way up her thighs, 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 am 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, yes if…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 to breathe. For now, Kace,” I licked 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, pressing 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, raising her slightly off of the couch. My tongue deep inside her pussy, I worked my way up to her clit. As my tongue made contact with her clit, her body shuddered. I pressed my free hand firm against her mouth.

She tapped my shoulder once.

Pulling her butt upward, I pushed my mouth against her pussy and my tongue against 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.

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 - making as much distance as she could between us.

She sat in the corner of the couch staring 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 in amazement.

“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.