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Recap: Stephanie officially breaks things off with Joe, then comes back to Ranger's place to find cake and whipped cream waiting for her.

Ranger's POV

I held Stephanie close to me, my fingers slowly circling her clit, and I sucked gently on her collarbone. She quivered at the touch, and I trailed my left hand under her shirt, up her stomach, and into her bra. Each hand softly pinched the nub they held, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Enjoying yourself Babe?" I asked, the smile in my voice showing how much I was enjoying this. My reward was an incoherent moan, far better than any affirmative answer she could have given if she were still able to speak. I slowly pushed three fingers into her, continuing to roll her clit between my thumb and index finger. She was so wet, so obviously ready for me, but I had plans and wanted to draw this out.

I lifted my mouth from the nape of her neck, and used my chin to gently massage her shoulder. After hours at the range she had to be sore there. I could feel the knots of tension in the muscle, and I worked at them, punctuating the massage with kisses. Her breathing got heavier, and I continued to play with her, stroking her inside and out.

I gently sucked on her earlobe, and whispered to her in Spanish. O, mi belleza. He esperado tanto tiempo para que vengas a mi. Desde hace años solamente he querido abrazarte de esta manera, y hacer que tu cuerpo cante con alegria. (Oh, my beauty. I've waited so long for you to come to me. For years I've wanted nothing more than to hold you like this, to make your body sing with joy. )

It was always easier to tell her the truth when she didn't understand me, but it made her quiver and arch her neck. She let out a long moan, and I felt her walls start to squeeze my fingers.

Stephanie's POV

A warm feeling started at my core and spread throughout my body. My legs turned to jelly as wave after wave of pleasure seeped into my bones, making me forget my surroundings. Dimly I was aware that Ranger was holding me close to him, supporting my weight. I was too busy riding the orgasm to pay much attention.

As I came back down to Earth I realized I was sagging in his arms, all my energy spent. He was nuzzling my ear, saying something in Spanish. I couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but the tone was filled with adoration. I glanced at the clock on the oven. Less than 5 minutes had passed since I had walked in. He had brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm, with both of us fully clothed, in less time than it takes to microwave a TV dinner.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you would ruin me for all other men, were you?"

"Babe, I've barely begun to ruin you."

He reached for the can of whipped cream with the hand that had been at my breast, his right hand still inside me. We slowly backed up into his bedroom, his fingers lightly flitting around like he was playing a piano. I could feel him hard against my back, And I wanted to play with him like he had played with me.

When we got to the edge of the bed I turned around slowly, pulling his head down into a deep kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, and my hands went to his pants, pulling open the belt buckle and undoing the button. He was performing a similar operation on my clothes, though using just one hand, the other still caressing my pussy. Once his pants were unbuckled I pushed them down, then went to work on the buttons of his shirt. Soon his chest was bare before me, and I ran my hands along every contour.

He groaned into my mouth, and knelt down, kicking his pants off as he lowered himself. He pulled away from the kiss, much to my dismay, but trailed his mouth down my neck, my collarbone, stopping at my breast. He took my nipple in his mouth, then swirled it around, teasing the tip with his tongue.

"Ranger…" I moaned, feeling the tension building inside me. I ran my fingers through his silky hair, pulling him closer to me. He responded by switching to my other breast and pushing his fingers further into me. I was so wet I was drenching his hand, but I couldn't seem to care. His mouth left my nipple and went further south, and I held my breath in anticipation.

Instead of going to ground zero like I'd expected, he nibbled on the inside of my thigh. I let out a small whine of protest, and he chuckled, switching to the other thigh and added a fourth finger. His fingers caressed my insides, and I sucked in a breath of air. "Please…" I murmured. "Please…"

He looked up at me, smiling. "I never could say no to you, Babe." And he took me in his mouth.

Moments later another doomsday orgasm rocked me. This time he gently lowered me to the bed, letting me thrash around on the sheets. My whole body arched and I gripped the 1000 count cotton in my fists. When I came to my senses I looked deep into his eyes. There was a softness there, an unfamiliar look in his normally guarded face. He kissed my lips gently, as if I were a flower petal he didn't wish to disturb.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are when you look at me like that." He whispered.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like there's no place in the world you would rather be than in my bed. In my arms." He gently pulled his fingers out of me, and put them in his mouth, looking much like he was licking a popsicle.

"I look like that because it's true." Now, Joe had earned his reputation as a great lover, but I could always tell that for him, sex was about his pleasure. Oral sex was a means to an end, a way to get me wet and horney faster, or an incentive for me to come to bed with him.

It wasn't that way with Ranger. Ranger loves to kiss, and loves to kiss everywhere. He gave every impression that he could happily spend hours with his head going no further north than my belly button. If I were a more greedy person, I might have let him. But the can of whipped cream was sitting on the bed, and I hadn't had much dinner.

I rolled him onto his back, playfully leaning over him. "I do believe it's my turn, Batman." And I proceeded to decorate him with the whipped cream like he was a mocha-latte flavored ice cream sundae, complete with a nice, big, cherry in the middle.