It was only on the periphery of my consciousness that I registered a feeling like I was floating. It wasn't like the impression of flying I'd experienced all those years ago, in the three seconds I was airborne in my jump from the roof of my childhood home. This was different, but no less satisfying. Finally returning to myself, I recognized I was in the comfort of Ranger's arms as he padded down the hall, carrying me bridal style towards his bedroom. My hormones perked up a bit at the thought of us adjourning to his bed despite the thoroughly satisfying fucking I'd just received. With the gentlest of movements that were in contrast with his warrior body, Ranger set me down on the bed, propping me up against the pillows. He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning and striding away as I watched his very fine backside disappear into the bathroom.
I heard the water turn on, but it wasn't the shower. Ohhhh, he was filling the tub. I almost melted into the mattress at the thought of soothing my sore muscles in the warm water. Thinking of soaking my body while in the tub with Ranger made me think that a little more exercise wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Geeze, I was becoming a nymphomaniac. He'd given me six orgasms tonight and I was a greedy girl, wanting more. Before I could give it too much thought, he reappeared in the doorway, his large frame blocking the light pouring in from the bathroom. He'd paused, arms crossed at his chest, leaning against the doorframe with one shoulder. Every time I saw him like this he took my breath away. He was simply the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. I'd thought it that very first night when he stood in my room before he climbed into my bed and ruined me for all other men, and I thought it now. The difference was that now, I knew him to be just as beautiful on the inside. And now, he was mine. Just the thought made me light-headed. His face was in shadow but as my eyes made the trip from the tips of his very sexy toes up to his gorgeous face, making sure not to miss any of the fine terrain along the way, he pushed off and walked towards me. I don't know what the look on my face must have been but as he reached me he was grinning, a full-blown, normal human, honest-to-goodness grin.
I asked, "What's that look for?" I wasn't sure what had caused that look on his face but I wanted to know what it was, so I could do it again. Ranger is sexy. Grinning Naked Ranger is next level. He was all gorgeous brown skin pulled taut over hard muscles, everything in perfect proportion, and I do mean everything. Add in the sparkle in his beautiful deep brown eyes and all those straight white teeth, it was nearly overwhelming. You would think by now I'd have built up a tolerance to his magnificence and not be so affected by him. Instead, the longer I knew him, the more time we spent together, the closer we became, and my reactions became more intense. I hoped it would always be like this, this feeling growing along with us.
He leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Rather than straightening back up, he stayed where he was, his gorgeous grinning face right in front of mine. "I like you in my bed." I gave him a look. I'd been in his bed before, a lot. Before I could verbalize my confusion, he continued. "I like you in my bed, like this, knowing it's not just for a night or two." I returned his grin. I liked that too. "Besides, you looked all blissed out. It's good for my ego." He laughed and dodged my hand as it came up to slap him on the arm. Probably for the best, it would have hurt me more than him anyway. He caught my hand in his and used it to tug me into a sitting position, turning my body so my feet were on the floor. There was a lightness about him, a relaxed energy that I'd only caught glimpses of when we were alone. I had a feeling I was one of the few people he ever let his guard down with and I felt privileged that he was willing to share this facet of himself with me.
He went to one knee, like Prince Charming to my Cinderella, but he was slipping off my shoes, not trying one on me. He slid off my right heel, massaging the arch of my foot, making me groan at the sensation. He chuckled before moving to my left and repeating the process. Jesus, that felt good. As he finished, he released my foot and took my hand. Before he could stand his eyes met mine, and I let out a small exhale, taking in his position on one knee before me. After the initial shock, I waited for the panic to hit, but it never did. Before I could process what that meant he stood, pulling me up until I was standing before him. His eyes searched mine and he gave me a soft smile. "Not yet Babe, not on our first date." Of course, he wasn't going to propose, you big dope, I told myself. Wait. Did he say yet? "Besides, if I proposed while I was naked and you were only wearing crotchless panties what would we tell our grandchildren?" Now his grin was bigger. Oh, there it was, the panic I was waiting for. Grandchildren?! I just swallowed hard. I chose to ignore completely the warm feeling in my chest that bloomed after the initial burst of anxiety. He leaned in until his lips were a breath away from mine. "Don't panic Babe. Not today." He gave me a soft kiss, "But someday?" His voice held the tiniest hint of uncertainty.
I met his eyes and smiled. Standing on my tiptoes I kissed him and whispered, "Someday." He seemed to like that answer to his non-proposal and in a moment he swept me up in his arms again and proceeded to the bathroom. Setting me down in front of the tub, he slipped his fingers into the elastic at my waist and slid my underwear to the floor. I heard him murmuring in Spanish again. It sounded like he was arguing with himself, trying to decide if the bits of elastic and lace were a gift from God or created by Satan himself. I let out a giggle and he pinned me with a look that said he was contemplating the same thoughts about my origin. I shrugged, probably a little of both. Reading the look on my face he laughed and scooped me up again, this time he picked me up at my waist causing me to wrap my legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders. His hands slid down to cup my ass and I whimpered a bit where the skin was still tender. The physical reminder of what had transpired between us made my skin flush as my body remembered the pain and the pleasure. His hands flexed in response and he let out a little groan, his thoughts taking the same path as mine.
Stepping into the tub and taking me with him, he settled us into the warm water before reaching to turn off the tap. He turned the jets on low and adjusted the temperature so we wouldn't get chilly. Picking up the washcloth, he poured on some of his sinful body wash and started at my shoulders. I moved my hands from his body and used them to twist my hair up, holding it piled up on the top of my head, giving him unobstructed access to my skin. The movement had the unintended effect of lifting my breasts, which did not go unnoticed. Ranger dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth while he continued to caress my shoulders, moving up my arms before retreating and moving down my back and under the water, down to my ass. Between his lips and tongue moving back and forth between my breasts and his hands reaching the still-sensitive skin of my ass, a thrill ran through me and I wriggled against him. I felt him start to harden beneath me and I let out a little gasp.
"How do you do that?" I asked him in wonderment. A hint of disappointment went through me as he released my nipple to straighten up and meet my eyes. He lifted one eyebrow in question. At the same time, he shifted my body up just a bit and away from his for a beat to reposition his cock so it was up against his belly before bringing my hips back to his, pulling me in close. I moaned as I rubbed myself against him, "How do you make me want you again, so soon?" I took a breath, "I mean you just fucked me six ways to Sunday, so hard that my legs gave out. And here I am, desperate to have you inside me again." He chuckled and swiveled his hips, the sensation making my eyes cross. I dropped my arms, moving to clutch his biceps as a gasp escaped my lips, "And how are you ready again?" The only thing that kept me from feeling like some sort of sex fiend was that his body was always just as desperate for me as mine was for him. The wanting never stopped.
His lips moved to my neck as he left a trail of kisses from my collarbone to my earlobe, "That's all you Babe." His voice was rumbly and I shivered. The same was true for me, I'd never felt anything like it. Morelli was a horndog and was always in the mood and could generally coax me into sex, but this was different. It's like there was some sort of magnetic pull between us. I had no control over it. A flicker of uncertainty crept in, what if I was deluding myself? He was a Cuban Sex God after all. I'm sure he had that effect on all women. I couldn't imagine any woman turning him down. Everyone wanted him, and I was no different. I pushed the doubt away, determined to focus on the here and now, and simply be pleased that I was the one he'd chosen.
"Well, aren't I the lucky one?" I teased him, moving my hips in a figure eight to the delight of us both, and then my brain must have disconnected from my mouth. That's the only explanation I have for the idiotic thoughts I gave voice to, "You're certainly talented. I feel like I should thank all of the women who've helped you practice your skills."
He stilled his movements. Fuck. I immediately hung my head, feeling like an asshole. Way to kill the mood Steph. I berated myself for letting the intrusive thoughts win. Like my brain was trying to sabotage what we were building together. His right hand released my hip, coming out of the water to grasp my chin in his hand, tipping my head up, his eyes insistent. "Don't for a minute think the way I've been in the past, with other women, is anything like what it's like between us." He held my eyes for a beat, sure I was listening before he continued. "Is it the same for you?" he demanded, "Being with me, is it like Morelli, your ex-husband? Anyone else?" I shook my head sharply, a knot forming in my throat, suddenly unable to speak. I was certain that this thing between us, this bond, was rare and all-encompassing. If it ended, I wasn't sure I'd survive. His voice was unrelenting, forcing me out of my doomsday musings. "When we're together, it's indescribable, unmatched. And every time, it gets better. Our connection, the way you trust me, you're so willing, so responsive." His voice deepened as he added, "I want you in every way possible." I shuddered at his words and the intention behind them.
I didn't know what to say. I'd ruined the moment and my words had probably been insulting. "I'm sorry. That was terrible of me." I bit my lip and turned my head, looking over his shoulder before continuing, "I just worry, you'll get bored with me. I'm vanilla, inexperienced." I was embarrassed but soldiered on, "Dickie wasn't satisfied and cheated almost immediately." Even though I knew he was an asshole, it had been hell on my self-esteem. Until I caught him with Joyce, I'd thought things were good between us. I shrugged and continued, "With Joe, I was never sure. Maybe he was faithful in the on-periods of our relationship, but when we were off…" I never confirmed my suspicions, knowing it was true would have made it worse. "I felt like I was never enough for him," voicing my self-doubt was uncomfortable but I owed him an explanation for the anxiety that spurred my insensitive comment. "He was always pushing for things. Things I didn't want to do with him. And he wasn't understanding when I was hesitant or said no. Then he quit asking and just um, tried stuff." I ducked my head again, humiliated. "I just know you have more, um, experience and I'm afraid I'll disappoint you and you won't want me anymore." I hadn't even realized how many insecurities I was holding onto until it all spilled out.
He hugged me tightly to him and I blinked back tears. "There are times I've enjoyed that you thought of me as larger than life, a superhero. What is it Lula calls me? The Wizard?" I laughed a little, having forgotten Lula's initial estimation of Ranger's sexual prowess. He rubbed my back in comfort and sighed, "Steph, I'm just a man." Moving his hands to cup my shoulders, he pulled me back, forcing me to look at him, ensuring I was listening as he spoke. "I know women like the way I look. In the past have I used it to my advantage? Yes. But I assure you my past is not as fascinating or legendary as you seem to think." The doubt must have shown on my face. "I know what you think, how you overthink," he dared me to object. I couldn't. "Yes, I used to go to bars and hook up with women, for a night, actually not even a night, a few hours. I never stayed the night and never brought anyone back to my place. I've never slept in a bed with any woman but you."
I'm sure shock was written all over my face. He shrugged it off and tried to continue, but I interrupted, "Wait, not even Rachel?"
He looked a little sheepish, "Rachel was a hook-up at a party after Ranger School Graduation. The condom broke." He grimaced, "I was overseas when her letter finally reached me. By the time I was stateside again and we married she was 8 months along. We went to the courthouse and got married." Resigned, he finished the story, "We weren't in love, neither of us wanted to get married but we felt it was best for the baby. She had pre-eclampsia, so there was no wedding night - not sure there would have been anyway." He shrugged, "I shipped back out the next day. I saw Julie when she was 6 weeks old and signed the divorce papers the same day." He looked ashamed of the whole thing.
I touched his cheek, "It's not your fault, you both did the best you could in a difficult situation. And you've got a beautiful, amazing daughter." He nodded and the shadows seemed to clear from his eyes.
He backtracked a bit to what he was saying before I interrupted him. "When I was in high school there were a few girls, but that was a hook-up in the back of a car or a spare bedroom at a party. I never had a girlfriend. College was a house party or a dorm. It never went beyond sex, and I was always upfront about it. I never spent the night, never wanted to." I wondered how much of his reluctance to let anyone get close to him had to do with his parents sending him to Miami as a teen. He'd never really talked about it, but it had to have hurt. I'd known guys who just wanted sex when I was younger, and except for Morelli, I'd been lucky enough to steer clear of them. But the way Ranger spoke about his past was more detached, like he wasn't just a guy wanting to get laid, but someone deathly afraid of intimacy. He continued, "When I was in the army I was out of the country more than I was in it. There had been the whole situation with Rachel, which I wasn't eager to repeat and by then I was less trusting of anyone, women included. Being willing to be alone with someone got more difficult and more infrequent." That was not what I'd expected. I always got the impression from the guys that for a certain period of their lives they were constantly out trolling the bars, hell, some of them still were. Lester.
He let out a breath and continued, "But then you came into my life and turned it upside down." He didn't say it in a way that sounded like he thought it was necessarily a good thing. Before I could call him on it, shocking me he proclaimed, "I love you, Stephanie." Wait, What? This is how he tells me that?! I mean he's told me that before, but he's always qualified it. He shook his head, "At first I didn't recognize the feeling. Never felt it before, never really wanted to." Well now I was insulted, but he was sharing his feelings so I shut up and let him continue. "I fought it for a long time. I made excuses, to you and myself, pushing you back to Morelli, and letting you misunderstand my comments. People were willing to use you to get to me, Stolle and Ramos, Scrog, Orin, and then Vlatko. I thought it was better, for both of us." He took in the pissed-off look on my face and laughed, shaking his head. "But I couldn't stay away, and over time it changed, I changed. Every time we were together I got a glimpse of what could be and started to want, no, need you. Finally, I surrendered to it. I promised myself that when things were over with you and Morelli I'd tell you how I felt."
My hurt feelings soothed, and I blurted out, "I love you too," He'd laid it all out there, and I figured it was my turn. I was worried that if I waited I would chicken out. His smile was blinding. He kissed me, soft and sweet.
Pulling back he said, "I know." Before I could smack his chest for that remark, he grabbed my hand and kissed me again, this time hard and insistent. Dropping my hand, he slid his hands down my body, gripped my hips, and pulled me to him, grinding his hips into mine. The kiss was not the only hard thing. I moaned and kissed him back, happy to recapture the moment we'd lost earlier thanks to me and my stupid mouth. His lips left mine, trailing across my jaw, down my neck, and shoulder. He reached for my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips. He frowned. "Babe, we need to get out of the tub." Sure enough, I looked at my fingertips, wrinkled up like prunes. Very unsexy.
He stood with me still wrapped around him. Setting me on the bathmat, he turned the jets and thermostat off and flipped the stopper on the drain. Grabbing a big fluffy towel, he wrapped it around my shoulders before taking one for himself. Tucking his towel around his waist, he took mine and started drying me, my shoulders and arms, moving south he spent a considerable amount of time drying my breasts, teasing my nipples with the terrycloth. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation. He moved lower and I yelped as the super plush Egyptian cotton towel felt like sandpaper across the tender skin of my ass. He quickly dried my legs before dropping the towel and taking my hand leading me back into the bedroom. On the way, he stopped briefly at the vanity and pulled a tube of something out of a drawer. Rather than head to the bed, he pulled me towards the big leather chair that sat off to the side of the room. He took a seat and turned my body so my back was to him as I stood between his knees. Holding onto my hips, he placed soft kisses over all the sore spots. It felt heavenly. His hands replaced his lips as he rubbed in some sort of soothing balm, which felt even better. His voice was laced with remorse, "I'm sorry Babe. I may have gotten a little carried away." Oh no he didn't.
I spun to face him. "No. Don't do that." I admonished him. "I'm fair-skinned which makes it look worse than it is." I put my hands on the armrests and leaned down to kiss him, desperate to keep him from beating himself up over this. Pulling back, my voice was firm. "It was perfect. I loved it and so did you." I gave him a hard stare, daring him to tell me I was wrong. There was still a hint of guilt on his features but I was determined to set him straight. I climbed into the chair, straddling him. Threading my hands through his hair, my lips moved to where his shoulder met his neck, kissing and nipping my way to his ear. My voice was husky, "It was amazing. You drove me crazy, made me so wet." He groaned. "I loved being at your mercy, the way you made me so desperate, made me beg you to fuck me, to let me come." His hands moved to my waist, pulling my hips down to meet his. I could feel him hard under the terrycloth, my words having their intended effect. Making space between our bodies, I snuck my hand under his towel. I stroked his cock before sliding my hands lower, giving him a little squeeze. Biting his earlobe I finished "But if you try dominating me outside of the bedroom, I'll have your fucking balls."
He took a sharp breath before letting out a bark of laughter. In an instant, he grabbed my wrist and snatched my hand away from his family jewels, his other hand coming up and grabbing the one from his hair. Before I knew it, he had both my wrists in one of his hands, holding them behind me, forcing my back to bow and my breasts to jut out. His other hand came up to caress them, just light touches before zeroing in to pinch and tug on my nipples. A rush went through me and I ground myself down onto him, the texture of the towel between us doing delicious things to the sensitive skin between my legs. He grinned at me, "I wouldn't dare." We both knew he was lying. His eyes darkened and his voice dropped, "That's what made it so hot, you giving yourself over to me, giving up control." It had been an amazing feeling, to trust him so completely, allowing him free reign over my body and my pleasure. He growled as his hand moved down, squeezing my left cheek, "Plus your ass makes me crazy. Fucking you from behind, I loved watching you take my cock, begging me to fuck you harder." I already knew that, but hearing him give voice to it went a long way in easing my insecurities. Thrusting up against me he confessed, "Telling me to fuck you like I owned you, Jesus." His voice was hoarse, "It's you. You're the one that owns me."
As his declaration washed over me, the need grew to be too much. "Now," I panted. "I need you inside me now." He wasted no time parting the towel, but rather than obliging me, he rocked his hips into mine, sliding his cock up through my folds before retreating, making me moan. "Please," I begged. Something in my voice must have given away how serious of a state I was in. He stilled and allowed me to lower myself onto him, all the way to the base. He still held my arms behind me in one hand and he settled the other one low on my back, steadying me as I raised myself slowly before dropping back down, burying his cock inside me once again.
Ranger let out a grunt of surprise before barking, "Diabla." I stilled my body, wanting a translation. When none was forthcoming, I repeated the move, this time he exclaimed in English, "Devil Woman." That made me smile. I made small circular movements with my hips as I ground down against him. Having him inside me had soothed the ache and I was in no hurry to come, simply enjoying the feeling of being joined. He released my hands, allowing me to brace myself on his shoulders as I moved myself slowly up and down on his cock. Having his own hands free, he used them to frame my breasts as he moved to lick and suck on my nipples. My head went back and I shivered at the sensation. His voice was a harsh whisper against my skin, "How could you ever think you weren't enough?" He bit down on my nipple, either in punishment for my self-doubt or to ensure he had my attention, I wasn't sure which. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." His lips moved up my chest to my shoulder. Kissing and nipping the spot where my neck met my shoulder. He stilled his movements and let out a low groan, "Fuck."
Before I could react, he had a hold of my waist and had spun me away from him. His chest was now at my back, his hands on my waist, and his cock tucked into the crack of my ass. I was disoriented by the move and whined at the emptiness I felt. "Look," he ordered. When I didn't understand, his right hand came up, his palm resting against my throat as he used his thumb and forefinger to grasp my jaw and turn my head, directing my gaze to the door of the dressing room. It was a pocket door that sealed the space off from the bedroom, but it was almost always recessed into the wall as Ranger did not need privacy as he moved about his bedroom. The door had a large full-length mirror embedded in it and I'd only seen him use it when he was dressed as CEO Ranger, checking his appearance before a meeting. I suppose the cargos and t-shirt that made up his daily wardrobe didn't require the extra effort. But now the door was closed; he'd probably been in a hurry as he got ready for our date and hadn't put it back into its usual position. Sitting directly across from it, we both had a completely unobstructed view. My knees were spread wide as I straddled Ranger's thighs. His dark skin was in dramatic contrast to mine, one arm wrapped low on my hips holding me to him, the other reaching up between my breasts, his hand at my throat.
The erotic sight caused me to swallow hard, the subtle pressure of his hand at my throat made me all the more conscious of the movement, sending a spark of desire skittering through my body. My hair was wild, my eyes bright and my skin flushed. I could hardly believe that woman was me. After taking in the whole picture, I focused on Ranger as he stared intently at me from over my shoulder. "Watch," he ordered. With the arm at my waist, he urged me to raise just enough to free his cock from between our bodies. Reaching down, I took hold of him and lowered myself just enough to tease us both as he had, using the head to trace up and down my folds before circling my clit. Watching our movements in the mirror was surreal and heightened the sensations. Unable to wait any longer, I raised up and slowly sank down on his cock, watching as he disappeared inside of me. Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder.
His hand at my throat flexed slightly as he insisted again, "Watch." The pressure on my throat sent another surge of heat through me. Opening my eyes, I fixed my gaze on his in the mirror. His eyes were dark and focused squarely on mine. "Move for me," he urged. Unable to deny him anything, I braced my hands on the arms of the chair and raised myself off his lap before dropping and repeating the process. My gaze drifted as I watched our bodies settle into a steady rhythm, transfixed by the view. Occasionally, I would swivel my hips as I forced myself down, drawing a growl from him. In response, he'd flex his fingers at my throat, making me moan. His voice was low and hoarse, "Look at you. You're fucking gorgeous." Pleasure flooded my body, "How could I want more?" His words sent a rush of heat through me, and on the next downstroke, I clenched involuntarily around him. He groaned and gritted out, "Look how fucking sexy you are. I love watching you ride me." His left hand slid between my legs, finding my clit. His middle finger rubbed in circles, varying the pressure just enough to keep me from coming too soon. As I lowered myself again he thrust his hips up to meet mine. I gasped, the force of it nearly causing me to lose my balance. Ranger slid his hand from my throat down to the base of my neck to help stabilize me.
That lit the fuse. We started moving our bodies in sync, Ranger pounding his cock into me from below as I rolled and ground my hips down onto his. His hand was at my neck flexing each time he braced my body from the force of his thrusts, the slight pressure sparking something in me. I leaned into his grip, increasing the pressure. My eyes were glued to the mirror, the sensual sight adding fuel to the fire as we moved against each other. It was only in my reflection that I recognized my body's movements, my left hand moving to my breast, cupping it as my thumb and forefinger teased and rolled my nipple. I let out a little moan at the added stimulus. Touching myself was not new, but doing it in front of someone else was. Earlier in the evening was the first time I'd had the nerve. Just as it had done then, doing it now made me feel sexy and powerful. "Fuck," Ranger groaned into my neck, obviously enjoying the show. My right hand grasped onto Ranger's as it moved over my clit, trying to get him to move faster, press harder, make me come.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine in the mirror, he broke my grip, removing his hand and replacing it with mine. His hand over mine, he rubbed my clit with my fingers. I let out a moan and found my rhythm, matching the pace of my hips. Once satisfied that I was going to continue without his guidance, he removed his hand and ordered, "I want to watch you make yourself come, make me come." His words made me shudder, and my eyes closed briefly as I gathered myself. It only took a moment. I focused my gaze on his in our reflection and began to move with renewed purpose. While he'd transferred control to me, he still had me under his spell. It was all for him. He'd stilled his thrusts, trusting me to finish us both off. The thought was exhilarating. I'd always been a willing, eager, enthusiastic partner when we'd been together and there had been moments where he'd allowed me to focus solely on his pleasure, for the most part though, he'd been in control, a natural extension of who he was as a man. He'd always taken care of me, in every way. But this, tasking me with taking us both over the edge,was different. It was new, it was a gift. Trust, this was trust.
With renewed purpose I focused, touching myself for him, moving my body for him, making myself come for him. I rolled my hips, working my body up and down on his cock, one hand on my breast and the other between my legs. His chest rumbled against my back in approval, his free hand gathering my hair, moving it aside, giving himself access to my skin. His eyes never left mine as he fastened his mouth to my shoulder just above my collarbone, lips, teeth, and tongue at work. The image and sensation caused my body to contract. Need surged through me, my movements intensifying, hips and hands moving faster, pressing and pulling harder. I could feel the tension building, my body tightening as I balanced on the edge. I focused on his gaze in the mirror, trying to convey my need, my desire. I dropped my eyes to his hand at the base of my throat and then back to his. My voice was hoarse and desperate, "More." His eyes widened the tiniest amount before he gave me what I needed. As his hand flexed, my movements became frantic, my body coiling tighter, until the feeling could no longer be contained. I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing and clenching around his cock, giving him no choice, forcing him over with me.
His body jerked beneath me as he came, thrusting up into me, both hands dropping to my hips, holding me tight to him as we rode out the aftershocks. I watched in the mirror, as his face softened, his body calming as he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. My body continued to sporadically spasm, clenching his cock before relaxing once again. I reached up with both hands, my hands in his hair, holding him tight to me. As my body calmed and my breathing evened out, I gentled my touch. I turned my face to him, brushing my lips against his, whispering, "I love the way you fuck me," knowing that not only would my words please him, they were true. I added, "You fuck me like you love me." At that his lips took mine, the kiss was possessive and loving in equal measure.
Breaking the kiss, he moved his lips to my jaw and neck, "That's because I do," his words whispered against my skin.
I shivered as goosebumps broke out, "No one's ever wanted me like this." His movements stilled and he pulled back, his eyes meeting mine in question. "The intensity, you want all of me. You demand I give you all of me." It was a relief to put into words how he made me feel.
His look was as intense as his words, "I do. I want everything and I'll give you the same." I'd known it, somewhere, deep down, but his words gave me immense pleasure. I gave him a soft kiss to try and express how much his vocalizing meant to me. He hesitated a beat before asking, "You know I would never force you to do something you don't want to, don't you?"
I kissed him again, "I know that."
He rubbed his nose and cheek against mine, "It's just that before when you were talking about Morelli you said he didn't ask. It made me think." He paused, "Words aren't my strong point."
Not wanting him to doubt himself, I assured him, "With you it's different." I shrugged slightly, unsure how to put it into words, "With Joe, it was almost like he had a game plan each time like he was trying to check things off a to-do list." It had given me the ick. Shaking my head, I made sure he was looking at me, "I never feel that way with you."
Still unsure, he pressed, "But I don't use words."
"It doesn't matter. You ask me just the same." Needing him to understand I continued, "Like tonight at the restaurant, when you offered to clean me up. You let me know what you wanted and then left it up to me. I could have said no." Just the memory made me blush and my body contracted around him again.
He groaned, then teased me, "Babe, you've never told me no." After he'd said it, a faint hint of worry crossed his face.
I shook my head, "No, I haven't. But not because I'm afraid you'll be angry or worried you won't want me." I paused, "When we're together, you make me want you in ways that surprise me, shock me, things I'd never thought I'd want. But with you, with everything you've offered or asked, I've never said no and never regretted it. I want you in any way you'll have me." This time I managed to control the blush. "I like the way you ask, I'm not good with words either."
The wolf grin appeared and his voice dropped, "I like your words just fine. God, I love it when you use your words." I knew he did That's why I did it.
Unable to hold back my curiosity I asked, "Um, earlier, at the restaurant, um have you ever done that before?" Just thinking about it made me feel flush.
He shook his head. "Babe, you may not believe me but there's a lot of things I haven't done before you." I was skeptical. He sighed, "When you spend a few hours with someone things are straightforward, basic." I guess that made sense. I mean there had been a few nights I'd done the same thing and that had been true. His hand came up and he used the back of his fingers to brush my cheek, "The things we've shared, I consider them to be pretty intimate acts. They're not the sort of thing you do with a random stranger." I nodded. "Babe, I've never been with another woman without a condom, it's never come up. Never crossed my mind."
My brows shot up, "So you just? Um just…"
He chuckled, "Babe, just because there are things I haven't experienced, doesn't mean I'm unaware of them." Then I got the full 200-watt smile. "What can I say? You inspire me." I blushed. "Tonight was not planned, I mean did I hope we ended up in bed together? Yes. Did I plan on losing control at the thought of what you had on under that dress and renting out the private dining room because I couldn't wait any longer to be fuck you? No." I shuddered at the memory. "Not in my wildest dreams did I think I'd have you bent over my couch, spanking your sweet ass. Jesus, you drive me wild, surprise me, and push me to the edge in the best way possible. I've never felt as free as I have with you. Being together as long as we have…"
"What are you talking about?" I interrupted. "Tonight is our first date."
"Stephanie, you're the longest sexual relationship I've ever had." What? Relationship? We'd just settled things tonight. What did he mean? "Babe, think about it." I was thinking about it! "The first time we were together, how long ago was that? Since then how many times have we been together? How many places? How many ways?" I could tell him exactly the answers to those questions, but that's not what he was really asking. "I've never been with anyone like I've been with you. We've been in a relationship for a while even though we've never acknowledged it." I'd never thought about it that way, but he was right. No matter how much time passed in between, every time we were together it meant something, everything. They weren't separate, individual events, each a continuation, building upon the last. "I told you before, I want you in every way possible. Anyway, you'll have me. There's nothing I don't want us to share, but only if you want it." He waited to make sure I understood him. I nodded.
Done talking, he was up and out of the chair and I was in his arms. Taking two long strides he tossed me onto the bed where I landed with a bounce. In a moment he'd covered my body with his. I took in his smile, bigger, brighter than I'd ever seen, and thought about the long road that brought us here, grateful we'd finally arrived. I giggled, "Thank god for that stupid cartoon!"
His eyes flashed and he leaned off the bed to the side, grabbing something from the nightstand drawer. When he popped into my vision again my jaw dropped and the giggling stopped. Looking sexy as ever, he began to place kisses on my skin, working down my body, his dark chocolate eyes never leaving mine. I focused on them as they twinkled, they were the only part of the top half of his face that was visible, the rest covered in a Batman mask.
"Say it," I begged him, unable to believe my fantasy had come to life.
His ESP was working and he paused right above my center, and gave me a long lick, his eyes never leaving mine. His grin was wicked as his voice dropped, low and gravely, "I'm Batman."
~ This was a one-shot I started 3 years ago and then it took on a life of its own. Thanks for coming along for the ride.