Page 72 of Undefeated

As we reached the bed, he turned me 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 legs and kicked my feet to free my panties from my feet.

I leaned up on the bed 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, now removing his jeans, and looked like an absolute God.

Shane Dekker was the sweetest man I have ever met. He was also the most brutal man to ever enter the boxing ring. Also, 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 that 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 now made that fact 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 that 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 did this all of the time when we kissed, and it drove me insane with emotion. Having him touch me while we kissed 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 crotch.

Foreplay with Shane Dekker isn’t foreplay at all, it’s torture.

Lying on his side beside me on the bed, he moved his mouth from my lips to the side 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.

I opened my eyes.

The muscles on the backs of his arms flexed as he squeezed my breasts. His perfectly flat stomach was against my hips and mid-section as he kissed the side of my face and chin. I watched his chest muscles as he kissed up and down my neck.

I reached down and fumbled for his cock. As I gripped it in my hand, he began to moan.

“Oh God, Kace,” he moaned as he raised his mouth from my chin.

“Lay down,” I said, “Lay on your back.”

I pushed against his shoulder, forcing him to roll to his back. As he did, I kissed my way along his body toward his waist.

“Don’t move. Let me do this for you, please,” I begged.

I kissed his neck and worked my way to his chest. Knowing I would never last doing this for very long, I bit each of his nipples and moved to the center of his torso. I rubbed my hands along his washboard abs as I kissed along his stomach. Holding my hands on his stomach, I moved my mouth to his hard cock.

“Hold my hair so it doesn’t get in my mouth,” I said.

Silently, he reached for my hair and held it behind my head. I opened my mouth and began to lick the tip of his cock. As I licked and kissed the tip, I moved my hand from his stomach and grabbed his stiff cock in my hand.

I pulled my mouth away from the tip and watched as I began to stroke his cock. Being able to do things like this was very pleasurable to me. I have never been in a position that I was allowed or able to enjoy myself sexually. Shane’s fear of causing me harm or emotional damage prevented him from being aggressive with me sexually, and I was able to show him through my actions what I preferred and enjoyed.

It was a learning experience for both of us each time we had sex.

“I like your cock in my hand,” I said as I stroked it.

I sat up on the bed and began to stroke it faster. I leaned over and slid my mouth down the shaft as far as I could a few times, making the entire length wet. I pulled my mouth from the tip and began stroking it again.

“But,” I said as I raised myself from the bed and stepped over his thighs.