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 eyes 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 fingering 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.

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.