Ranger and Stephanie belong to Janet. Warnings for implied smut.
It was hard to go slow when she clearly wants me as much as I need her. I lowered her to the bed and all but ripped my shirt off. I don't want there to be anything between us, not even material, tonight or any other time. Steph's hands slid all over my bare chest before her fingertips brushed my belt buckle. There's a reason I left my pants on.
I caught her hands in one of mine so she couldn't temp me to override decades worth of discipline, and I worked her clothes off with the other. I'm profoundly grateful that she chose one of my dress shirts to put on after her shower as she anticipated the night ahead. It was unbuttoned and slid out from underneath her a beat later. I kept her restrained until she was writhing on my tongue, only then did I let her go and allow her to take whatever she wanted of me.
