Freedom

Chapter 4

RPOV

I can't believe Steph has been with me for two weeks now. It has been enlightening having her in such close proximity for so long. I have never lived with a woman before, so I knew we would experience our share of firsts. What I didn't expect was how all of her little idiosyncrasies would endear her even more to me. Like the way she humms when she's getting ready even though I thought I liked the quiet. She always meets me at the apartment door with a hug when I come home from a stakeout or apprehension, asking how everything went, but more importantly, asking if anyone on my team was injured, not just me. I love the way she looks at me like a boston cream donut every time I get out of the shower. I love her and everything about her. She truly is my soulmate.

Today, Tank & I spent a good part of the morning hunting down and dropping off an FTA, Vance Hansen, wanted for larceny, possession and carrying concealed. After collecting our body receipt, I decided to pay detective Morelli a little visit. He was behind his desk when I entered his office. He immediately rose when he saw me, and not breaking eye contact walked right over to me, flexing his jaw muscles, hands in fists in an obvious effort to maintain control.

"Where the hell is Stephanie, Manoso?"

Like he doesn't know. "She's with me, safe. Look Morelli, I'm going to say this once, so listen well. Stephanie is mine now and I fiercely protect what's mine. She started telling you she was done four months ago and for the last time last week. Step out of the way or you'll live to regret it."

"You've got that backwards Manoso, Stephanie is mine, always has been, since she was eight years old. I was her first and I'll be her last. I will get her back and I'll make her forget you ever existed." I started to pull my fist back, ready to beat him bloody when Eddie and Big Dog walked in.

Eddie broke the tension. "Ranger, I have that phone number you wanted. Can I speak with you outside, please?" It was for the best, I would've gotten arrested for assaulting an officer if they hadn't intervened.

"Ranger, I've been thinking about what Stephanie said in her apartment the other night. She was genuinely scared of Joe and I believe what she said has been going on. He hasn't been acting himself lately. Here is my personal cell phone number, you can call it any time, day or night. Program it in to all of your phones, especially Steph's. If Joe doesn't back down and you need help, call me." I'm impressed.

"Thank you Eddie. I appreciate it." Tank pulled up in the Bronco, good timing as usual, and we headed back to Rangeman.

Once back at the office, I called the core team together to keep them apprised of my conversation with Morelli. They were surprised to say the least at his tenacity. We discussed his current psychological state as well as the lengths he may go through to get her back. The way he said he could make her forget I ever existed was definitely a threat and if he got his hands on Steph, the likelihood was good that he would kidnap her and disappear. We will be stepping up her protection detail whenever she goes out, making sure she has two panic buttons both with GPS, and a cell phone on her body. We will all wear two panic buttons as well, just in case.

Next we discussed her ability to defend herself deciding she needs to be trained twice a day, two hours each session on self defense, improving stamina and gun range training. I know she won't like this and may have to do some creative convincing. All this thinking about and discussing the woman I love leaves me feeling the need to touch her, hold her and see for myself that she's safe. I used to work myself to the bone, skipping dinner or grabbing a sandwich from the break room, working until late into the night, caring only about furthering my company. I've realized however in these last two weeks that I was just filling my time, or should I say, filling the loneliness I didn't realize I was feeling. Having Stephanie in my life on a permanent basis has filled me with a sense of contentment and happiness I never thought I deserved with my dark past. I'm getting a second lease on life and I won't let anything destroy it.

Two days after my run in with Morelli, it's Friday afternoon and we are back at the police station with a violent FTA wanted in several states for drug trafficking, amongst other more serious felonious crimes. It took four of us to get him into the station, Tank, myself and two contract workers. Since this was a million dollar bond, we will be celebrating this apprehension with the entire Rangeman staff and contract workers. It gives me a great opportunity to show my appreciation for their hard work, especially the men that helped with this carefully and thoroughly planned apprehension through research, stakeouts, and the actual take down. We decided on celebrating with dinner from Rossini's. I could hear the two contract workers excitedly talking up the festivities and shot them a look warning them to keep quiet. I didn't like to broadcast my business. You never know whose listening.

Back at Rangeman, I had Ella call in the order and was asking for a volunteer to go pick up the dinner. Stephanie jumped at the chance. She was eager to get out of the building and try some of the techniques she learned with Lester to spot a tail. Normally when they go out, they take a Bronco, just like any other team, but tonight she wanted to drive the Cayenne. I can't blame her. And as much as I'd like her to stay in, I can't keep her locked up, it wouldn't be fair to her.

SPOV

I am so excited! It's been over two weeks and I've only left the building once where I was actually able to leave the car. That was when we went to the bonds office, and let's just say it didn't go so well. The other three times were with Lester learning driving techniques such as spotting a tail and diversionary tactics. Those times I had to dress like one of the guys and wear my hair up in a baseball cap. I didn't mind, I just enjoyed leaving the building.

I heard from Connie that my mom has been calling at least daily. She told her the same thing I did when I called that first night, that I was working on a case for Rangman and would be out of contact. Apparently, she's been calling Rangeman too. My dad of course knows the truth and agreed that it was best to keep my mom in the dark. He warned me a couple of days ago when I called his cell phone that one of his neighbors keeps telling him that Joe has been meeting with my mom when dad was on duty for the taxi company he drives for. This is not good news and it affirms Carlos' recommendation of keeping her in the dark.

I'm finally dressed and ready to head out. I finally decided on my hip hugger jeans that are form fitting with brown boots that ended just below the knee. My red sweater is slightly low cut and emphasized my figure. I felt pretty and even though it sounds corny, it was like I was slightly dressing up for Carlos since this was a celebration. I'm used to wearing my Rangeman uniform in the building while working, so it's fun to dress in clothes that express my personality.

About sixteen miles in to the drive (Lester has me keeping track of miles too, all part of always being aware of my surroundings), a red strobe light on top of an unmarked police car that I didn't recognize in my rear view mirror broke the darkness of the evening sky. I pulled over and waited to see what I had done wrong. I was disappointed to be delayed in indulging in Rossini's yummy lasagna and garlic sticks. When I looked in my driver's side mirror, I froze and heard a gasp which I'm sure was from me.

LPOV

When I heard Steph gasp, I turned around in my seat to look out the back window and saw none other than Joe Morelli. Steph put her hand on my arm and wrapped her fingers around it in a death grip. The fear she was feeling radiated off her. "Breathe, Steph."

Morelli appeared at her door and she rolled down the window. He looked at her with cold, hard eyes and demanded "License and registration."

Steph fumbled around with shaky hands to find her license while I pulled the registration out of the glove box. She handed both to him and he looked at it intently. He shined his flashlight into the back of the SUV and then in her face.

"Ms. Plum, I need to have you step out of the vehicle."

I didn't know what he had up his sleeve, but I didn't like it. "Why detective Morelli, did you pull her over?" What he didn't realize was I had activated the Cayenne's surveillance camera that is attached to the rear view mirror and points straight ahead, but I had turned it in his direction.

"Ms. Plum was clocked speeding and swerving out of her lane. Unless you want me to take you in, I recommend you step out of the vehicle." Steph looked at me with pleading eyes. She turned and got out of the vehicle, slowly. I opened my car door and stepped out of the SUV as well.

Morelli sounded pissed, barking "back in the truck, Santos!"

Ya, right. "Not on your life, Morelli." I stood at the rear of the vehicle within partial view of where they stood, grabbed my phone and hit video record, that way we'd have video from a different angle as well as audio. I listed to their interaction. I was going to let this play out just long enough to try to get Morelli to slip and record something that could get him in trouble.

SPOV

"I suspect you've been using drugs, I'm going to have to search you." What? He knows me better than to think I would ever use drugs! "Turn around Ms. Plum and put your hands on the hood of the truck."

I stood there staring at him, unwilling to move. I froze, I couldn't even will myself to respond to his ludicrous accusations.

He put his hands firmly on my shoulders and turned me. "Do as instructed Ms. Plum or we can do this in lock up at the station."

I put my hands on the hood of the Cayenne and looked into the cab of the truck. I saw the camera facing my direction with a little red light on and had seen Lester recording with his cell phone as well. I decided just to see where this goes.

Joe moved my hair aside and in a deadly serious tone said at a very low volume, "you fight me on this and Santos gets it between the eyes for assaulting an officer." I shivered at the threat and I closed my eyes. He had his gun out, on the side of my body where Les couldn't see it. He pressed it into my side, making his threat feel like a promise. Hearing Joe reholster his gun, I shivered as I felt his hands feel from the top of my head down my shoulders and my back. He stopped at my back side and cupped my ass cheeks. I shuddered as he massaged my ass then moved his hands down the backs of my legs and stopped at my boots. He slid his hands around to the front of my legs and started up, stopping at my crotch. He used his foot to kick my feet apart so my legs were separated. His left hand which was furthest from Lester went between my legs and massaged my private area for several moments. I could feel myself shaking and was making noises of disgust. Even though we used to be lovers, what he was doing now was forced and a definite violation. When I opened my eyes I could see Lester making a phone call and verified the recording light was still on in the vehicle. That's when I felt his hands rub up my stomach, under my sweater and massage my breasts, pinching my nipples, painfully hard. I could feel the tears streaking down my face and convulsed a couple of times, trying to keep from vomiting. Joe leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I know you like it Cupcake, it's been so long since I've been able to touch you. I'll be coming for you, my darling, we'll be together soon and can start our family." Joe turned my head and leaned in to kiss me when we heard a car screech to a halt behind us. He jerked back a couple of feet, abruptly removing his hands from my body and headed towards the other cop car.

I collapsed and laid my upper body on the hood of the Cayenne. Lester was immediately at my side gathering me into his arms. "Don't let him take me in Les, don't let him get me in the back of his car, please, I'm begging you." Lester took me around to the passenger side of the truck and put me in, buckling me up. He went to the back of the truck and when I turned I could see Joe storming off to his truck, peeling back into traffic and Lester talking with Eddie. Next thing I knew, Lester was back in the car and turned to me.

"Steph, are you alright?" I was lost in my thoughts and remembering the feel of his hands on me, shuddered noticeably. "That's it, I'm taking you back to Rangeman." I heard him start the car and woke from my trance.

"NO! Please, Les, you have to continue on. We have to pick up dinner. Everyone is counting on us. Please…"

"Steph, Ranger can send someone else. I need to get you back home, we don't know if he'll show up again. I don't know if I can keep you safe if he does."

"Lester, if you turn this car around, I won't talk to you for a month! I'll be fine. If he does show up, you'll protect me. You're the best, and you know it! Let's get dinner and go home and eat. I'm starving! Then I'll talk to Ranger. He deserves this party just as much if not more than everyone else. He works so hard Les, and I'm not going to ruin this night for him." I was determined to look as normal as possible. "Please…" I gave him my puppy dog eyes.

"Well, dammit! I suppose delaying telling Ranger by a couple of hours won't hurt anything. But stay by my side, got it?"

I smiled. "Are you kidding? Of course I'll be by your side! Do you think I have a death wish?"

After a few moments of silence, Lester asked, "Beautiful, what Joe just did to you was disturbing, and it's got me wondering if he's ever done anything remotely close to it with an innocent civilian."

I thought about that for a moment, and shuddered. "I wouldn't be surprised. I know he slept with lots of women before we were together and heard he cheated on me when we were dating, but could never prove it. It was one of the reasons I never trusted him and could never commit to him. I realized when I broke up with him months ago that he's disturbed. He gambled on everything, fornicated with anything and wasn't beyond an adventure into the kinky. And that's just scratching the surface."

We picked up our Rossini's takeout and returned to Rangeman and the security of the gated garage and surveillance, not to mention all the armed men, without incident. Several of the guys met us to help carry up the salad, bread, lasagna, manicotti, eggplant parmesan and tiramisu. Just smelling it the whole drive back had me salivating with anticipation. Lester didn't bring what had happened back up during our drive and I was thankful. Instead, he distracted me with stories about him and Carlos growing up together. I forget sometimes that they're cousins and share a lot of familial history. He said the Manoso's are eager to meet me and Carlos has been putting them off until he could talk to me about it. I'm nervous, but at the same time excited to see this other side of Carlos.

Dinner was fantastic! But once it was over and the dishes had been cleared, I knew it was time to face the reality of what happened earlier in the evening. I didn't want this time to come to an end. I enjoyed watching Carlos talking and laughing with his crew, something I knew he'd never allowed himself to do before now. I'd never seen him so relaxed with and around his men and it warmed my heart. Outside of meetings, I'd never seen him carry on what us normal people would call a conversation with them. I could even hear him laughing, yes, out loud on several occasions as several of his more seasoned employees relayed stories of apprehensions that didn't quite go as well as the one this morning had.

I also enjoyed getting to know many of the men better. Asking about their relationship status, where they grew up, how long they've worked at Rangeman, their military background, etc. It was fascinating! I had a new found respect for these men who for the most part came from hard backgrounds plagued with familial dysfunction and violence, several of them joining the army to escape the death sentence they surely would have received on the streets if they stayed in the gangs they were forced to join, many of them from impoverished neighborhoods where joining a gang was not a choice. Yet at the same time, I noticed that whenever I was around, these men became teddy bears. So kind and caring towards me, showing me kind gestures and making me feel so safe. I suddenly couldn't imagine what my life would have been like if I had stayed with Joe. I would be missing out on the support and friendship of all of these admirable men. Thinking back over these last couple of weeks, I would have to say that Tank is the one that surprised me the most though. Before I started living here, he had always been so quiet and stearn with me, especially in public. But now, I think that man is all bad and scary on the outside and soft and mushy on the inside. I knew he would do anything to protect his, partner, his best friend, but now I knew he would do anything to protect me too.

I could feel myself getting misty eyed and decided it was time. I went over to Carlos, allowing him to wrap me in his arms and after a few moments, looked up at him and said, "we need to have a meeting with the core team, now, in the conference room." I could feel him stiffen in my arms and added, "it's ok, Lester and I just need to tell you about something that happened on our drive to get dinner earlier. Please…"

"Sure, babe." He signaled Tank and asked him to gather the men and we went on in to the conference room. Once everyone had arrived, I stood. I looked around the room at these men, Carlos, Tank, Lester, Bobby and Hal and started second guessing myself.

Seeing my nervousness, Lester spoke up. "On our way to Rossinni's this evening, while Steph was driving the Cayenne, she was pulled over by an unrecognized, unmarked police vehicle. Turns out the police officer was none other than detective Morelli." Ranger leaned forward towards the table, arms in front of him, steepling his fingers. I activated the video recorder in the Cayenne and after he asked Steph to step out of the vehicle, I followed and recorded from my phone from the vantage point of the back of the truck. I have the video from the Cayenne pulled up and ready to watch on monitor one."

The men turned in their seats and watched the video feed. At the point where his hands started rubbing down my body, everyone sat at attention. Of course, the camera only caught what happened from the waist up, because of the window being at the height it was. I'm sure they could all tell what was happening by the way my body was almost convulsing, but when his hands got to my chest, Ranger lost it, slamming his hand down on the table so hard it shook. I reached over to touch his arm, he make eye contact with me. I could see on the video where I started crying, my body obviously quivering.

Lester, not allowing any time to pass, introduced the next video. "The video from the cell phone is on monitor two." Once again, the men all watched in silence. Of course with this vantage point, everyone could see him massaging my ass and my legs being forced apart and his hand rubbing my crotch. It felt like the video would never stop! It was painful enough to experience the first time, but to watch it and my body's reaction to his touch on the big monitors was more than I could take. I put my head down on the table and cried, hard, gut wrenching sobs. I was embarrassed that these men who I consider my friends had to watch me get felt up by my ex.

Carlos was at my side, picking me up off my chair, setting me on his lap, cradling me. "I'm… I'm…sorry…" I managed to sob out a couple of words. He didn't respond, but just held me tighter.

LPOV

Ah hell, all eyes were suddenly on me. I was second guessing my decision to record what happened to Steph instead of stopping the son of a bitch, but at the time I thought it was important to gather some evidence. What he did was obviously an illegal search and sexual assault. "We need evidence, cuz, and if we don't start gathering some to use against him, he'll never be stopped! He has a badge for crying out loud! Fuck! I'm sorry Steph!" I went over to beside Ranger and Steph and sat down, rubbing her back gently. "I called Eddie so he could come stop him, I'm sorry he got as far as he did. In the dark, I didn't see some of what he was doing. I'm so sorry Steph. It's all my fault!"

SPOV

"Lester, it wasn't your fault! Joe is out of control and power hungry." I wouldn't let him think this was his fault, it simply wasn't.

Tank backed up the feed from the Cayenne on monitor one at the place where Joe talked into my ear. "Bomber, what was he saying here?"

How could I forget? "He said that if I fought him, he'd shoot Lester between the eyes and make it look like self defense."

Lester shot up out of his chair and started pacing. "Fuck! You went through that to protect me?"

I got out of Carlos' lap and stepped in front of Les' path. "No, like you, I thought if we could get some evidence on him, we might be able to get him to stop harassing me. I saw you turn on the camera, and no, I didn't think he'd molest me." I took a deep breath and looked in his eyes. "We both did what we had to at the moment."

Next Tank backed the footage up from Les' camera phone and asked through clenched teeth, "what was the asshole saying here?"

Ah, I couldn't get this out of my mind from earlier, word for word I told them what he'd said. "I know you like it Cupcake, it's been so long since I've been able to touch you. I'll come for you, my darling, we'll be together soon and we can start our family."

Ranger, standing up so abruptly that his seat went flying behind him, stormed out of the room without so much as a glance. Bobby and Hal who had been just as quiet as Carlos, followed after him. Tank was rubbing his face in frustration and Lester left for parts unknown. I guess the meeting is over. Now what do I do?

I went to the monitor bays and asked Hector who was watching them, where Carlos had gone. He pointed to the monitor for the gym and looked at me with sympathetic eyes. I turned and bolted towards the stairwell. As I got to the gym door, Hal tried to stop me from entering. "Hal, don't you dare put your hands on me to stop me, this isn't your fight!" Stepping back, he put his hands up in a surrender motion and I proceeded to take off my shoes and join Carlos on the mats. I shoved Bobby back just as Carlos was making a lunge for him.

"Get out Stephanie!" Carlos growled at me.

"No!" I screamed at him, throwing my hands up in the air. He stopped and looked up at me. I kept challenging him, "You mad? You take it out on me! I'm a big girl!" I could hear Bobby on his phone calling Tank for back-up down to the gym. "Go ahead, give it your best shot!"

"Stephanie, get out of my way, I'm not fighting you!"

"Yes, you are! What do you call walking out on me back there? I was assaulted tonight by someone who keeps saying he loves me and wants to take me away, someone who threatened to kill one of my friends, someone who if he gets me alone would love nothing more than to probably rape and kill me just to keep me from being with someone else! I'm pissed as hell and you had no right to walk out on me!" I was screaming at him, something no one does to him and he smiled. The bastard smiled at me! "Don't laugh at me! You… you go to hell Ranger!" I turned and ran, shoving past Tank who arrived just in time to hear my little tirade. I ran down the stairwell, through the garage and out the side door, not looking back. I didn't know where I was heading, but I felt like my world was crashing down around me.

RPOV

"What the hell were you thinking, man?" Tank was in my face, shoving me. "How could you just walk out on her? You saw what she Morelli put her through, and you walked out on her!" He was poking his finger in my chest and none too gently.

I swatted his hand away. "He touched her! He fucking touched her and I wasn't there to stop him! My own fucking cousin was there and he didn't stop him! I vowed to protect her and I let her down. I'm ashamed." Where I had started shouting at Tank, the last part of what I said was said quietly. I told her I'd keep her safe, and he assaults her.

"Ranger, Lester did the right thing. If we don't start getting evidence to use against him, while she's in our protection, then we'll never get him to stop."

Lester chose that moment to walk in. "Cuz, I'm sorry, man, but Bobby is right. I wouldn't have let it get any farther. I may have not seen everything, but I wouldn't ever let him take her or hurt her. I called Eddie to come move him along. If I have to shoot and kill that asshole to keep her safe next time, I will. But for now, I'm trying to stay on the right side of the law, letting him stick his neck out. If we kill him to keep her safe, she'll never forgive us. If we get arrested to keep her safe, she'll never forgive us. We have to stay level headed."

I know they're right. "Why didn't you call for back-up? Why didn't you tell me when you got back here? Why did you wait so long?" He could've told me something happened to my woman.

"First of all, I called Eddie, because if I had called any of the guys, Morelli would be dead right now and one of our own would be in jail, you know that! We didn't tell you right away because Steph begged me not to. She wanted you to enjoy your evening because she knows how hard you work and she thought you deserved some down time with your men. I didn't see the harm in waiting a couple of hours, knowing she was safe in your secure building."

I did enjoy my evening, but it's still a tough pill to swallow.

"She loves you more than life cuz. And you ran out on her and then let her run out of here."

Shit! Les is right. Where did she go? I got on my phone, "Hector, Stephanie's location!"

Hector pulled up her GPS immediately. "She tore out of here about ten minutes ago, heading North on Haywood."

Fuck! Now I've really fucked up! "She ran out of the building, going North on Haywood. We've got to find her…before he does." The guys bolted for the equipment room, suiting up.

"Let's go find your woman." Hal yelled over his shoulder as he headed towards the stairwell in front of us all.

We spread out when we got outside, Tank staying on the sidewalk in plain view, the rest of us running in the shadows of night trying to stay hidden. I had a feeling she'd be at the park nearby and was relieved when I saw her small figure on the swings, soaring through the air, her legs powerfully pumping to make her go higher. It was a profound vision. Wonder Woman, flying. She has practically been a prisoner these last couple of weeks, certainly not the freedom Wonder Woman deserves. What I wouldn't do to take her away from all of this. She'd been leaning back, her eyes closed letting her hair fly behind her, but when she heard a truck door slam, her moment was broken.

"Babe, will you come back home with me?" She looked down at me, trying not to smile and stopped pumping her legs so gravity could still her. Then she looked past me to the sound in the parking lot that had made her alert in the first place. Morelli. "Babe, jump into my arms. Trust me, I'll catch you. We need to get out of here." She looked at me for a moment and then took flight. The trust in her eyes was humbling and I caught her with ease. I set her down and spoke to the guys on our throat mics. "Morelli is here. Hal, you come with me, we're taking Steph home. The rest of you make sure he doesn't follow." I looked at her and asked, "you up for a little midnight jog, babe?"

She didn't disappoint when she replied, "I'm up for any physical activity with you at midnight, batman." And she winked at me, taking off at a medium jog.

I quickly caught up and told her, "you don't know what you're in for when we get home."

SPOV

I felt foolish for running off like that, but I was feeling so overwhelmed and needed fresh air. It had been such a positive day, knowing I was the first person Carlos called after the FTA was turned in, and then getting to leave the building. The celebration was so much fun... for everyone, even Carlos. Hell, maybe especially Carlos. Sure, what happened with Joe was humiliating and hurtful, but having Carlos react the way he did was confusing.

We sat and talked when we got back to the apartment and he explained that he felt like he had let me down by not protecting me better. He said the possibility of me confirming those thoughts of being let down was too much, and that coupled with the reality of what happened, he had to leave the room and blow off some steam. I explained that he could never let me down, that he's always been there for me, protecting me, that if it wasn't for him I would probably be dead right now, either by Joe's hands, or my own. Of course when I said that, he pounced. He was kneeling at my feet, holding me in a suffocating grip. I started crying, the relief of knowing we'd get through this was overwhelming. When I regained my emotions, Carlos scooped me up, carrying me to the bedroom, sat me down and pulled my boots off.

Not able to wait, I asked him why he smiled at me in the gym. He said it was because he was proud of me, for fighting back with him, for standing up for me. And here I thought he was making fun of me.

When he had his hand at the hem of my sweater and started pulling it up, he stopped, looking into my eyes and asked, "Babe…?"

I nodded, knowing he was unsure of my interest in being intimate after what Joe did. I felt the opposite though, my need for this man was suddenly all consuming. I had to have him. "Please, Carlos…" That did it! My sweater, bra, jeans and panties were off in record speed and tossed aside. I looked up at Carlos and had no idea when his clothes had melted away too, but was startled by the primal look of lust in his eyes. I almost had an orgasm just with his look!

Without breaking eye contact, he pulled my feet until I could feel my ass at the edge of the bed. My feet were hanging off the edge, Carlos still standing looking at me. I smiled at him and brought my feet up to rest beside my hips, and opened myself up to him. The soft overhead light was still on and I know I was exposing myself in the most intimate way to him, and it turned me on all the more. He was looking between my legs, and darn if I didn't see him lick his lips in anticipation of the feast I was welcoming him to enjoy. Slowly lowering himself to his knees, I felt his warm, strong hands on my inner thighs, pushing them apart even farther. Before I knew it, his tongue had entered me, fast, taking my breath away. I was gasping with need. "Carlos…" He started licking my clit, rubbing the tip of his tongue in circular motions, driving me crazy. "Carlos, please…" He looked up at me with a sly smile.

"Please what, babe? Say it… I need to hear the words."

"Fuck me… fuck me… please!" Did I say that? Oh, the things he can make me do. I threw my head back when I felt his tongue on my clit again and was overwhelmed when he plunged three fingers in my wet, aching pussy, forcing an orgasm out of me with the power of his fingers. Not allowing me to come down from my orgasm, my body still trembling, I felt him dip some of my juices and rub them around my forbidden area. I had never let a man touch me there before, and I wanted to stop him but I was feeling the need for him to consume me so strongly, I didn't have it in me to stop him. His left hand reached up and put my left hand on my left breast, prompting me to touch myself, his left hand massaging my other breast, rolling my swollen, sensitive nipple between his fingers. He hadn't stopped pumping his three fingers in and out of my pussy when I felt his thumb entering my puckered hole, slowly and carefully. When I felt his tongue back on my clit, I relaxed and his thumb was buried deep within me. All four fingers were pleasuring me mercilessly and I came with such intensity, I nearly flew off the bed.

Moments later, after catching my breath, Carlos was laying at my side. "You ok, babe?"

"No, that was… that was… the single most intense experience of my life! I never knew it could be so powerful."

He was looking pretty smug with himself. "Babe, you think that was powerful? Now I'm going to help you really fly." He rolled himself onto his back and lifted me up until I was over him before dropping me, slamming my already swollen pussy onto his long, throbbing cock. It was heaven. I started moving slowly, teasing him, lifting myself off him, just barely keeping the tip inside before impaling him again. After several minutes of torture, he showed me what he wanted by grinding my hips on him. I leaned back, resting my hands on his thighs riding him hard. Shameless, uninhibited passion between us, I had never felt this intensely during sex before. He was right, I was flying! When his finger started rubbing my clit, I ground myself on him with such force, we both came hard. Panting for air, I collapsed on his chest, trying to catch my breath. "Babe, how about I carry you to the bathroom and we take a bath together, relax our muscles a little before the next round?"

"Mmm, that would be great." Wait! Next round? He was going to kill me! At least I was going to die a happy woman.

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Thanks! Lori