Chapter 2
As we entered the bedroom I thought what a lucky woman I am! Not only am I going to spend tonight in Ranger's bed on his bazillion thread count sheets, but he was also going to be in the bed and we probably wouldn't be doing much sleeping.
I expected Ranger to place me on the bed and, I hope I hope, strip his clothes off. He did not do that. Instead Ranger stood me on my feet, his hands remaining on my waist, right where it began to curve into my hips. Ranger looked into my eyes and smiled. It wasn't one of his 2,000 watt smiles, but rather one that simply said "I'm glad we're here." Then he bent his head down and gently kissed my lips. I think it may have been the sweetest kiss Ranger has ever given me. I am used to his kisses possessing me, leaving me speechless, leaving me warm and tingly in special places and always leaving me wanting more. This kiss was different. The gentleness of his lips made me feel treasured. I began to feel that tonight was not just about hot monkey loving. And then it dawned on me. We were acting on feelings! It wasn't just lust, Ranger was actually giving me a little peek into his feelings for me.
I felt Ranger smile against my lips. The next thing I knew I had no shirt on! I don't know how he did that, but I liked it. Ranger's hands were softly running up and down my sides. Then his thumbs were on my bra, rubbing my already erect nipples. Smiling down at me Ranger said "Babe, there's no doubt about how you're feeling." I smiled back at him as I pressed myself against him. "Right back attcha, Babe." That got a chuckle from Ranger. It was so nice to have him laughing with me, not at me, for a change.
I decided while I was pressed up against Ranger that it was time to start untucking his shirt so that I could get my hands on his chest. Hey, why should he be having all the fun, right? Ranger was cooperative, raising his arms so I could take remove the offending material. Then his hands returned to my breasts. Ranger was looking at my bra and I could see a strange smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I wasn't sure what that was about until I looked down at myself. I was just in time to see (okay, I felt it too) Ranger's hands press my breasts together and the front closure on my bra popped open. How'd he do that? My jaw was hanging open as I looked back up to him. Ranger simply shrugged and told me "I've had practice." That got a major eye roll from me. Then I got distracted as Ranger slid my bra off, our bare chests touching.
Ranger slid his hands back down my sides until he reached the top of my pants, where he hooked his thumbs into my waistband. After a light kiss on my lips he stood back so he could watch himself unbutton, then unzip my pants. As the front of my pants fell open I saw a trace of the wolf grin, then felt his thumb softly caressing the top of my black lace panties. I think these will stay on for a little while he murmured, almost to himself, as he slid my pants down over my hips. Thank God I was wearing shoes I could kick off so we could get those damn pants off me! And there I was, naked except for my pretty little panties in front of Ranger. His eyes darkened as they traveled down my body.
And then I noticed something. The only thing Ranger was missing was his shirt. Not only was it not fair that he got to see me naked while he was still clothed, but also I knew there was no way I was going to get him inside of me while he still had pants on. And I really, really wanted him inside of me. That patch of dark hair that began on his lower abdomen and disappeared under his pants was really driving me crazy.
I knelt down in front of Ranger and began to unlace his boots. "Babe, I don't want you at my feet, taking my shoes off." I told him that it was ok, that I wanted touch every part of him, that I was being attentive, not demeaned. He nodded. Once they were unlaced I removed them and Ranger's socks. I took advantage of my position to run my hands up his legs. There is something about strong, muscular legs that drives me wild. From the change in Ranger's breathing I realized it was driving him wild too.
And then I became really brazen, my inner hussy coming to the surface. I leaned forward and placed my lips against the bulge in Ranger's cargos. As Ranger moaned I remembered "commando!" The idea that Ranger doesn't wear underwear undid me, as I undid his pants. It seemed extremely urgent that I get that button undone and that zipper down five minutes ago. It wasn't an easy task either, between my impatient hands and the size of the bulge under the zipper. Finally, his pants were undone! I slid them down his hips, his legs. I wasn't really paying attention to how he got them off. I was too distracted kissing his inner thighs. I gently placed my fingers on him so that he would not move as my lips moved closer to him. I wasn't prepared for the reaction I got when I ran my tongue up the whole length of him: "That's it, Babe. I can't take anymore." Ranger leaned down, picked me up and carried me to his bed.