Disclaimer: All characters belong to Janet Evanovich, and are used only for the fun and amusement of both reader and writer.
Warnings: Smut, Sex, Bondage, Language, Keep out of the Hands of Children!
A/N: A special Thank You to all the wonderful, talented, generous, gifted, funny, amazing, fabulous, brilliant, incredible, phenomenal, remarkable, terrific, and sensational ladies of PFF and FF who contributed to the success of ATWT! and to this chapter ... There are no words to expres my gratitude, Stayce
As The Worm Turns!
Stephanie and Ranger are tucked into bed on the island of Roratoa. Their friends have sent these stories to amuse, entertain, and perhaps inspire them. These stories are the visions of these wonderful writers. This is how they see Ranger and Steph after the end of ATWT! in their Happily Ever After. I know that you'll enjoy these stories as much as I have.
Karen's Story: Akasha
When I woke up, my legs were tangled up with Ranger's. This is how I'd want to wake up for the rest of my life. He was still asleep, the lines around his eyes soft now, and I took my time studying him. He was so beautiful. I knew that if I told him to his face, he'd scoff and tell me that I was beautiful or something else to change the topic. He did not take compliments well. Batman had a flaw after all, I thought on a smile.
I decided to take advantage of the fact that he wasn't awake yet and pulled the covers back, carefully detangling my legs from his. I exposed first his chest and then the rest of his perfect body slowly as I slid down between his legs.
I smiled when I saw some parts of him were already fully awake.
As soon as my lips touched Mr. Happy, Ranger moaned in his sleep. I put a hand around the base and let my tongue glide up the whole length.
When Ranger gasped, I knew he'd woken up, although he was probably still trying to figure out what was happening.
His hands came up to bury themselves in my hair as I closed my mouth over the tip of his fully erect manhood.
This was the first time I'd woken him this way, and I hoped he'd take it as a promise of things to come.
After all, this was the beginning of the rest of our lives.
Lorie's Story: Mypupmonster
We stepped off of the catwalk and flew through the air. Ranger never let go of my hand as we soared out over the river. Instead, he pulled me against him and flipped over so his back hit the water first. By taking the brunt of the impact, he saved my life. When we hit the water, we were pulled apart and I started to sink. I kicked for the surface and started to look around. I saw Ranger floating about ten feet down river. The fire boat was headed our way and I started toward Ranger. As I reached him, I reached out and touched his shoulder. My arm was wrapped in a tight grip and I was thrust under the water again. I fought my way back to the surface. When I broke it again, I was staring into Ranger's dark eyes. It was like he was looking right through me. He shook his head slightly.
"I guess this is Heaven." I said
"Babe." He said as he gave me a full 1000 watts.
The fire department boat picked that moment to pull up along side of us. I was unceremoniously plucked from the river by two strong hands under my armpits. Another set of hands helped Ranger into the boat. We were wrapped in blankets and the boat angled towards the shore.
Ranger wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in close, kissing my temple.
"Babe, Marry me."
My eyes whipped up to his. "Ranger?"
"Marry me, Babe. Let's make everyday a day in heaven."
"Yes Ranger, let's."
One Week Later
I can't believe it. One week ago I thought I was going to die. Ranger and I had stepped off of a catwalk on the warehouse along the river in Trenton. We flew through the air and Ranger saved my life when we landed in the river. Today I was dying.
I couldn't believe it. The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying.
"Marry me, Babe. Let's make everyday a day in heaven."
"Yes Ranger, let's."
Is that what I really wanted? To get married again? It didn't work the first time, what makes me think it will work this time? Because she's my 'Babe', that's what's going to make it work this time. I realize now, she is the light of my life. She is the reason I get up in the mornings and look forward to my days. Just wondering what she is going to be up to and if she will need my help makes me look forward to seeing her, seeing what kind of trouble she can get into.
"I want this as soon as possible, Babe. We'll fly to Vegas tonight."
One Week Later
I can't believe it. One week ago, my Babe and I were flying through the air off of a catwalk in Trenton. I expected not to live. I did everything within my power to make sure my Babe survived. We both made it and I asked her to marry me. We headed to Vegas that evening and we were married that night with Tank, Bobby and Lester in attendance. We spent the night making love and reaffirming life.
My Babe was a beautiful bride. She almost fainted when she saw the beautiful, white, Vera Wang gown I had sent to the suite for her to wear. The flowers were nowhere near as perfect as she was but were beautiful none the less. I had to close her mouth when she got a look at the Merry Men and me in our tuxes. Tank did the honors and gave Stephanie away and then joined me to act as my best man. I asked Stephanie if she was disapointed that we didn't think to bring MaryLou or someone else to stand up for her but, she said everyone who should be there had been there.
The next morning, we headed to a private island for a long, romantic honeymoon. We had been on the island for a week swimming, loving, laughing, loving, snorkeling and loving.
I was lying in our bed when I heard my Babe scream, "Ranger! I'm dying!
Of course, I knew she wasn't really dying. I knew, because I was currently using my tongue and teeth on her clit, sending her flying into a doomsday orgasm she would never forget. I felt her shudders start to subside and looked up into her amazing blue eyes and said, "Welcome to Heaven, Babe."
Ida's Story: Silent Me
It was dark outside when we finally made it to bed. I didn't even bother with getting undressed before I threw myself on the bed. But for some reason Ranger didn't like that and started pulling my clothes off, his movements were soft and gentle but persistent. I pulled myself up on my elbows and glared at him.
"Come on, I just wanna sleep." I whined.
"You'll be more comfortable if you take your clothes off babe."
"I've slept in my clothes before. It didn't bother me then." I said stubbornly.
"Humor me, will you?"
"Fine." I grumbled. "But I better get some credit for it later."
"Credit?" His eyes sparkled a little when he gazed at me and I knew exactly what he was thinking. And I could tell he knew I knew.
"For being cooperative. Duh!" I explained and blushed a little as I spoke.
"Whatever you say Steph."
When he saw that I sat up and actually started taking the clothes off myself, he started doing the same with his. If it hadn't been for the fact that I was so tired, I would probably have found the entire scene arousing. As it was I yawned repeatedly. I felt dead tired. And it was obvious that Ranger felt the same as well.
It couldn't have taken more than a couple of minutes before I finally crawled under the cover and put my head on the pillow, but to me it felt like forever. Seconds later I felt Ranger getting into the bed next to me, spooning me.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." I sighed in contempt as Ranger pulled me closer to him and his arms around me tightened.
"In bed?" I could hear the laughter in his voice as he nibbled my ear. "I think we might miss food a little if we do."
"You know what I mean!"
For a while we stayed silent. I let the warmth in the bed lull me slowly to sleep, but then suddenly a thought hit me, making me ignore the need of sleep for a little longer.
"Do you think we'll still be in love when we're old and grey?" I turned around in his embrace and met his gaze.
"Yeah, I do." He answered softly.
"Because I can't imagine not being in love with you."
His words made a warmth spread inside of me, making me all soft. In that moment I felt filled with love. With happiness. He was the man for me. I just knew it, I could feel it. And I couldn't help but smile then.
"You still think we'd be good in bed?" I grinned cheekily at him.
"Oh yeah, definitely babe." He chuckled as he leaned closer to kiss me but I pulled back a little.
"You'll love me even if I get grey hair and everything?"
"I'll always love you, warts and all.
He kissed me then and I lost myself in the kiss. When the kiss ended I laid back down on the bed and rested my head on his chest, I could hear his heart beat softly underneath my ear and I felt sleep calling out to me.
"I love you." I mumbled as I closed my eyes to sleep.
"I love you too." I felt him place a soft kiss on my hair. "Go to sleep, we can talk more in the morning."
A minute later I was fast asleep in his arms, feeling more peaceful than I'd felt in a long time. The danger was over. He as alive, and so was I. For the moment that was all I needed. Because I knew everything would be okay now.
Lisa's Story: Lisababe
Everything we were to one another was conveyed in every kiss, every touch, and every sigh of pleasure. It was as if we had waited for this moment all of our lives. I wanted to hold on to her and never let her go, never allow her to know a moment of danger again, but danger was her sustenance.
I touched every curve of her body making a reality what I had dreamed in my mind repeatedly. This moment was real and I had to make it count, because I wanted to make her feel as no other man ever had. She moaned my name in pleasure and it made my heart swell with pride, for it was me that she desired and none other. Everywhere she touched me my body caught fire, and I felt the heat all the way to my core. What I ever did right to deserve her was a mystery, but I was as thankful as a man could possibly be.
I looked at her face as her eyes slowly opened. I laced my fingers through hers and pulled her hands up over her head as I settled between her thighs. Her eyes fluttered closed, as our bodies became one.
"Babe open your eyes and look at me."
She did as I asked and I became almost lost in the midnight blue of her passion-filled eyes.
"This is forever."
Lisa's Story: Burggirl
He lay in bed beside her, propped up on his side. His leg carelessly flung across her legs. She, on her back,sleeping peacefully next to him. He wanted so badly to wake her and show her again, just how much he loved her, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. She was so beautiful and tranquil, sleeping as though no demon could touch her, as if nothing in this world could hurt her. He brushed his fingers across her cheek and tucked a curl behind her ear. He let his hand remain, cupping her face. He couldn't remember a time in his life that he felt this complete.
He thought again to the moment after they had jumped from the burning building into the water. They had become separated for the first few moments. He knew in the recesses of his heart that he would find Steph in the darkness of the water - come heaven or hell. It seemed as though he searched for her for hours, hands out stretched, not knowing if he was swimming towards the surface or swimming to their doom. Suddenly, though there was no light...he could see...he heard no sound - not even his own heart beat. But he felt emotions...all of them running through him, calming him and exciting him, willing him, drawing him, leading him to a place, to his soul. He knew she was there. He knew she was breathing, every breath she took he felt as his own breath, He felt her heart beat as if it beat so that he may live. As he felt this, he knew all he had to do was reach out and touch her. When he did...
Just then Stephanie stirred. He still had his hand on the side of her face. he gently caressed her. She opened her eyes and smiled contentedly. She looked into his eyes and a range of emotions passed in them.
He took her hand in his and kissed it, still looking at her. "You are so beautiful."
Steph tried to sit up but Ranger gently pushed her back down.
"Babe," he said,"just let me look at you."
She reached up her hand and brushed his hair from in front of his eyes and snuggled closer to this man she loved.
Still touching him she pleaded "Ranger, I need to ask you something, what were you thinking," she said then as if chastising him "coming into the warehouse risking your life, not even knowing if I was alive?"
He leaned into her and placed a kiss on her nose. As he leaned back, a smile played across his lips.
"I thinking that, if you were going to fly - I wanted to be the one to fly with you."
Lindsay's Story: Polysgirl
"Where are we going? It's the middle of the night!" I demanded, as Ranger tugged me out of the elevator and towards the car. We had been relaxing in bed when he suddenly got that gleam in his eye that I was beginning to realize really didn't mean good things. He had shoved me out of my bed and into my clothes, and then prodded me down to the elevator. It was, literally, two in the morning.
And Ranger never said a word. As he lifted me into the passenger side of the Turbo, I heaved a sigh. "Ranger..."
"Babe. Trust me."
"Oh. I do. I'd still rather know what the hell is going on." I said, crabbily.
"Babe," Ranger said, his eyes amused. That was the last thing I saw before he snaked his hands out and tied a black cloth around my eyes.
"Hey!" I yelled. I moved my hands to the back of my head, feeling for the knot, only to have Ranger's hands clamp onto my wrists like a vise, pulling them away.
"Humor me." He told me, placing my hands in my lap. I wiggled my fingers and thought about trying to get back to the blindfold and get rid of it again as Ranger put the car into gear. "Babe," he said, his voice laced with a hint of warning, "I'll cuff you."
Huh. My hands stilled in my lap and I rested my head back against the seat. "Where are we going?"
"Not fair. I want to know where we're going. I don't need to be kidnapped!" I huffed. "Jeez. It's not like I wouldn't go anywhere with you."
"Good to know, babe, but the blindfold stays." I could hear the amusement in his voice. I gritted my teeth, but didn't say anything for a while.
"I want to know where we're going." I grumbled later.
"I'll draw you a map." Ranger told me.
"A map. Gee. Thanks. And what am I supposed to do with that? I can't read it with THIS on." I whined, tugging at the blindfold with one finger. Ranger grabbed my wrist and set my hand back in my lap.
"You can read it when I take it off."
"And when's that going to be?"
"Eventually," Ranger said, and that was the end of the conversation.
We continued to drive in silence for what felt like hours, Ranger in his zone. I thought about the past few weeks, and everything that had happened after the warehouse collapsed and we were pulled out of the river. I was grateful that Karvic and Stella were out of our lives, we were now moving on. At the moment, life was actually pretty dull. And that was a good thing. I liked dull, it meant safe. It wasn't… boring, per say, life with Ranger could never be boring; but it was definitely nice, and I could certainly use dull to define the lack of people looking to murder either of us, and the continuing life of my car. Yes, dull was definitely good. Dull with a healthy dash of Ranger-sex. A very healthy dose. Or maybe that was un-healthy... like, ever waking moment he wasn't working, or driving me places blindfolded, un-healthy. Eventually, I managed to doze off, and I was barely awake when he took a turn and drove down a winding road before pulling the car to an easy stop. I reached back for the blindfold.
"Leave it." he told me softly, taking my hands again. His lips touched the tops of my fingers, and then he touched his tongue to them, squeezed my hands, and released me.
"How am I supposed to get out of the car?" I asked.
"Leave it to me," he said.
Ranger came over to my side of the car and opened the door. He reached over me, unbuckled the seatbelt, and scooped me out of the car. And then he carried me.
He set me on my feet long enough to open a door, lead me in, and close it. He picked me up again and I asked, "Can't I take this off now?"
"Later," he said. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me up a flight of stairs. The next thing I knew he was laying me down on a bed.
"Now?" I asked, as I felt him sit down beside me. He didn't answer, but I heard a thunk, and then another, as he removed his boots. His hands trailed down my legs and he slipped my sneakers off, and my socks. He cupped each foot in his hands, rubbing circles on the balls, making me squirm out of ticklishness.
"Later." he repeated finally, as he shifted, leaned over me, and kissed me. His tongue traced my lips before slipping between them, into my mouth. He trailed butterfly kisses, feather soft, over my forehead, nose, cheek, and jaw, before moving down my neck and gently biting the hollow between my neck, shoulder, and collarbone. He was leaning back, sitting me up, and pulling my shirt over my head. I reached out blindly and found the hem of his shirt, sliding my hands underneath and up his stomach, to splay them across his chest. His skin shivered as I touched him. Then, he was pulling his shirt off, and lowering himself back over me, kissing me again. He slowly kissed his way down my body, and before I knew it we were both naked, and pressed intimately against each other.
Ranger brought his hands up to my face, caressing each cheek with a finger as he kissed me. I was lost in the sensation. Being blindfolded heightened my sense of feel, or maybe it was just Ranger doing it, but every touch, every kiss was intensified, and I was so sensitive to his every caress that I didn't know if I'd survive. Without ever breaking the kiss, as his tongue slowly loved every inch of my mouth, he shifted his hips ever so slightly and seated himself inside me. And then he stopped.
"Ranger," I moaned, squirming against him.
"Carlos," he whispered against my lips.
"Carlos." I repeated, and he began to move. And I was lost in sensations more intense than I ever thought possible. Then, just as I was about to come apart in his arms, he stopped. Again.
"Ranger… Carlos," I gasped. I tried to force him to move, to continue.
"It's time, babe," he whispered, and in the dim light of approaching dawn, our ragged breathing the only sound, he moved his hands to my face and slipped the blindfold off. I found myself staring into his eyes, dark as night with a shining star in the centre of each.
"I love you." I whispered, my own hand coming up to cradle his cheek. He shifted his head down and kissed me as he began to move again, bringing me soaring to a whole new height.
I woke up alone in the bed, tangled in blankets. The sun shone brightly through a skylight and I glanced at a clock by the bed, shocked to see it was past noon. I rolled onto my back and stretched, languishing in the comfort of the bed. And then I looked around. The entire room was log walls and wood, even the bed was finely crafted out of cherry wood. It was a big, spacious, open room. Wow. This was a safe house? I glanced around. Two pictures hung on the wall. Both of them were of Ranger and me. Maybe this wasn't a safe house, I thought. Maybe...
I sat up and really looked around this time, at the wooden walls, the dark red wooden furniture. Just a bed and a dresser, it was fairly stark, but yet beautiful. I slid out of bed and scrounged around on the floor for my clothes. Hardwood flooring, I noticed. I stuffed myself into clothes but didn't bother trying to find my bra and panties, surely Ranger would be taking it all off again soon anyhow, right?
I headed out the doorway... which wasn't really a doorway, rather, just a stairway down. I raised an eyebrow at that, as I stepped onto the first stair. The bat-bedroom was a loft. Cool.
I took a good look downstairs. Ah, the bathroom was there, also all wood, except the fixtures of course. In fact, the entire house was one big, open floor plan, built entirely out of log walls, log roof, and hardwood flooring. All of the furniture was the same dark cherry wood as the bedroom furniture. Wow. There was a fireplace on one wall, and a television on another. It was cozy, comfortable, and spacious. Not stark, but not cluttered either. And it was definitely Ranger. I noticed the absolute silence. No traffic, no city noise. Just Ranger's breathing, as he watched me from the island in the kitchen, a cup of coffee and bagel in hand.
"Morning," I said.
"Afternoon," he raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.
"Your fault, batman. You kept me up all night." I said. At that, he laughed, putting everything down and coming over to me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. When he finally broke the kiss we were a tangle of legs, my hands fisted so tightly in his shirt I didn't think I'd be able to let go. He uncurled my fingers and kissed each finger tip before stepping back.
"Nice house. I suppose I was blindfolded because you don't want me to know how to get here, huh?"
"Your home too, babe." I started to smile at that, it had a nice ring to it. Then I narrowed my eyes.
"Where's my map?"
Ranger reached behind him and grabbed a piece of paper lying on the counter. The pen that was on top of it rolled off of the counter and across the floor. I unfolded it and looked at it.
"It's blank?" I questioned. "I thought it was a map?"
"It's blank!" I glared at him. I looked down at the pen, where it had rolled under the table. I crawled down and grabbed it. "Invisible ink?!" I stalked over to him and poked him in the chest. Ranger was grinning like the Cheshire cat."How am I supposed to read this? I'll have to borrow some eight year old's black light!"
"All you have to do is stay awake on the way home." Ranger pointed out. That stopped me for a minute.
"Do we have to go right away?"
"Good." I said. "I like this place."
"No interruptions." His face broke into a wolf grin, and he captured my wrists and pulled me against him.
"Mmm. Maybe we should go upstairs now." I suggested. I stepped forward, making Ranger back up. We continued this until we reached the stairs, when he turned and practically dragged me up them.
We were naked on the bed, tangled together, and Ranger was kissing me like I was precious porcelain. "I love you, babe." He whispered against my lips.
I twisted away a bit, so I could look into his eyes. "I love you too. But I still want that map."
"Trust me babe, by the time I'm done with you, you'll have forgotten that the map was ever suggested." He said, as he nuzzled my cheek, and then kissed me with more love and passion than I'd ever felt before.
And oh boy was he was right.
Stef's Story: SoWicked
I was lying naked on the bed, my head propped up against the soft pillows. My eyes roamed over Ranger's naked body, caressing it, marvelling at his perfectly chiselled chest and eight pack abs. I shivered when they settled on the black velvet blindfold resting in his hand.
"Do you trust me, Babe?" Ranger locked eyes with mine and a wicked smile lighted his face. His voice was soft and tender but his eyes were dark and filled with passion and I nodded, fully aware that I trusted that man with my heart, my body and my soul. I watched him curiously as he held a velvet blindfold in his hands, the longer I watched him under heavy lidded eyes, the more I felt some interesting places tingle in anticipation. Ranger stepped to me, his hands gently slid up my body, running the length of me, caressing each and every curve, from my hips and my waist to the side of my breasts, slowly making their way up to my face.
The tip of his fingers softly drew the outline of my cheekbones. My eyes never left his as he pulled back stray curls that had found their way in my face before gently tying the blindfold, the material was soft and warm from his touch against my skin. I realised my other senses were staining to attention as darkness fell upon me. I could feel the mattress move as Ranger stood up and I heard him move around the room. I could feel blood rushing through my head and my heart pounding in my chest. The mattress sank in as he sat back next to me. My hand reached out to where I thought he was but I felt his strong hand encircle my wrist. He softly kissed my fingertips, then took my other hand in his and brought my arms over my head on the pillow, his touch gentle but firm. I felt his lips move against my ear. His voice was husky when he whispered, "Don't, Babe. Let me-- I need to touch you. I want to love you."
I quivered at the sound of his voice and the promises his words beheld. Every cell of my body was awaiting his touch, hungry to feel his hands leave their mark there.
"Ranger..." I tried to cry out frustrated anxiousness but his mouth stopped me. The kiss was soft; his lips slowly traced the outline of mine. When he pulled away, I moaned at the loss of him then gasped when I felt something very soft trail over my body. It started at my ankles then very slowly drew the curves of my calves. It stopped a while at the crook of my knees to caress the sensitive skin there. My skin broke into shivers as it made its way up to my thighs and my hips. I arched when it settled on my belly and played with my bellybutton. My body was trembling under the caress and a soft moan escaped my lips. It was light and ever so soft… feather like. My lips formed the word. Ranger didn't say anything. The only sound in the room was my breathing, growing deeper and heavier.
The feather resumed its journey up my heated body, slowly caressing the swell of my breasts, teasing one nipple then paying the same attention to the other. Then it found its way back to my belly, down to the soft skin where my hips joined my legs. I writhed and moaned under the touch, all my nerve endings on fire. My body jerked up when the feather left my belly, quickly replaced by Ranger's hands. I let out a gasp as his fingertips skimmed my hot and quivering body, caressing my thighs and my hips, dancing on my belly and my breasts. I felt worshiped, as if Ranger was playing my body like it was a precious instrument.
I shivered as his mouth followed his hands, French-kissing my navel, licking and sucking at my skin. My head arched back and I moaned; my breathing quickened when he brought his hot mouth to my breasts, sending a ball of heat straight to my core. His tongue brushed and sucked at my nipples, rolling and teasing them until they were painfully tight. My head rolled back when his teeth gently nibbled at them. My breath was ragged and my whole body felt on fire; every single drop of moisture that it contained had gathered between my thighs.
I felt the urge to touch Ranger, to feel his skin against mine, to let my hands skim his body and brand it like he was branding mine. I was crazy with the need of him. I cried out as a first wave of pleasure ripped through my body. Ranger's mouth crushed mine, smothering my cry. His tongue possessed me, dancing with mine, urgently stroking it. But soon I took over the kiss, drinking him and revealing in the taste of him. I couldn't touch him, I couldn't see him but I could kiss him, and would put into this kiss all I felt for him.
I whimpered in frustration when he pulled away. His lips skimmed my jaw line, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses as they moved down my throat. I arched my neck to give him better access and he softly bit at the sensitive skin in the hollow spot. As he began his slow descent down my body I wriggled and squirmed under his touch. His hands were roaming over me, his lips burning my over sensitised skin, leaving me breathless and shaking with the need of him. He placed hot kisses on my breasts, on my stomach, spreading his hand flat on it. I could feel how wet I was when he kissed the inside of my thighs. Then slowly, excruciatingly slow, he brought his mouth to my core. He ran his tongue back and forth to my clit and softly sucked at my nub. I arched against him, trashing and whimpering at the feelings his lips were rising in me. My hips bucked uncontrollably against his mouth as he inserted two fingers inside me and circled my clit with his tongue. I felt the heat building in my center and every fiber of my burning body was screaming for a release. The feeling of his mouth down on me was driving me insane. My fingers painfully grasped the sheets and I moaned and groaned his name as I felt my walls tighten around his fingers. I was squirming and writhing, quickly losing control. I pressed against his mouth one last time and my orgasm washed over me. I cried out Ranger's name as I rode its waves.
When my heartbeat and my breathing returned to normal, my body was still quivering, every nerve ending humming. I realized Ranger had untied the blindfold and was gently stroking my arms and chest, softly murmuring my name and raining butterfly kisses over my cheeks. My eyelids fluttered open and the look of pure adoration I saw on his face brought tears to my eyes. My chest seemed too tight for the love I felt for this man. Ranger bent over and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and lingering. When he pulled back, I sensed his smile as he whispered softly against my lips: "I love you, Babe"
Heidi's Story: Ranger.Babe
Ranger came awake slowly feeling warm and content. Memories of last night flashed through his sleepy mind and he felt himself stir beneath the sheets. Steph was an incredible lover. He had a feeling that their love life would be interesting for the next fifty years.
He lay flat on his back, spread-eagle style, the covers pulled up to his chest. Stephanie's mass of curls spilled across his torso as she lay peacefully cuddled into his bare chest.
Ranger went to wrap his arms around Stephanie but his wrists caught with a snap.
"What the…?" Ranger said, suddenly completely alert.
A deep chuckle poured from Steph's luscious lips. Ranger was struggling to sit up but Steph just continued to cling to his chest, arms holding him tight.
"Babe, what the hell's going on here?" Ranger asked, his tone curious but with a hard edge to it.
Stephanie just laughed again but released her grip on him and sat up beside him looking down into his face.
Ranger was moving his arms and legs trying to free them from their binds. Steph just sat and watched him struggle. It turned her on more than she liked to admit.
Stephanie reached out a hand and started tracing lazy circles on Ranger's naked chest and stomach. His tight muscles quivered below her touch. She traced down his six-pack abs, below his belly button and outlined the top edge of his black silk boxers which lay low on his hips.
"Stephanie, you want to tell me why my arms and legs are belted to the bed and why you seem so happy about it?" Ranger asked, his breathing uneven.
"It's simple. You had your fun with the blindfold, now it's my turn to have a little fun" she said with a coy smile, her bottom lip caught gently between her teeth.
"Babe, I don't like this. How am I supposed to be in control if I'm strapped to the bed?"
"That's simple too. You're not. It's my turn to be in control. Now lay back and relax," she said climbing over Ranger to straddle his hips.
Ranger was wearing only his black silk boxers and Steph was wearing black satin panties and a black satin corset that laced up the front with a thick red velvet ribbon.
She leaned down brushing her satin encased breasts against Ranger's warm chest, the feel of it causing his nipples to pebble. Steph looked him deep in the eye with a hot gaze before pouncing on his lips, claiming them in a passionate kiss. Steph quickly took control of the kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into his hot mouth, probing and exploring. She sucked his tongue vigorously then scraped her teeth along it as she withdrew.
Stephanie sat back on her heels, her crotch fitted snuggly against his growing erection. She smiled devilishly at Ranger.
"You know Ranger you say that you don't like this but there's something big and hard pressing against my ass that tells another story" she said sliding her slippery ass over him.
Ranger groaned and tried to grab hold of her again but was stopped short by the leather bindings. The leather creaked and rasped as he pulled against their hold but they held strong.
"Unh, unh, unh," Steph said shaking her head. "Bad boys who struggle don't get to have any fun Ranger. Relax," she whispered leaning down raining kisses over his face and neck. When he relaxed back onto the bed Steph found Ranger's eager mouth and they devoured each other as the sparks flew between them. They shared an intense connection that few others ever experienced.
She moved down his body kissing his chin and neck. She lathed his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipples, pulling the tiny peeks into her mouth with a strong suck.
"Babe" Ranger whispered, his voice hoarse.
Stephanie ignored him as she continued her tongue bath, sliding lower and lower and lower. She licked the defined muscles in his tone stomach and dipped her tongue into his navel. When she reached the top of his boxers she paused to look up at him. With a sly smile she used her teeth to grab onto the waistband and pull them down over his hot, massive erection. Ranger lifted his hips the best he could to allow her to slide them down more easily. When they were almost down to his knees Steph realized there was a problem. How was she supposed to get them off while his legs were tethered? She pulled at the fabric trying to tear the boxers off but it was no use.
"Cut them off, Steph," Ranger rasped out, "Get my knife from the night-table."
Steph slid off the bed and did as she was told, retrieving the small hunting knife and sliding back onto the bed next to Ranger.
"Careful Babe, it's really sharp," Ranger said.
Stephanie made quick work of the boxers, tossing their shredded remains to the floor. She closed the knife and tossed that aside as well.
"Hmmm, now where was I," she said with a wicked grin, climbing up to straddle Ranger's thighs. "Oh I remember" she said as she bent down and took Ranger's length deep into her mouth, as deep as she could in one swift motion.
Her mouth was hot and wet around him. He groaned loudly as the sensations washed over him. She was moving up and down taking him in deeper and deeper. She slid almost all the way off of him holding just the head in her mouth as she increased the pressure sucking in earnest.
Ranger was moaning and writing beneath her. The sound of the leather straining and Ranger's obvious pleasure had her in a state.
Steph turned her gaze upward as she continued to suck and lick him. His gaze was intense, his eyes glazed over in ecstasy.
"Babe, please, I need you. I want to touch you," he managed to grit out between pants.
She let him slide from her mouth and slithered her way up his body stopping here and there to taste him. When she was close to the top Ranger lifted his head as far as he could from the bed and kissed Steph with abandon.
She moaned into his mouth and rubbed her now soaked panties against his throbbing length. She sucked on his chin then moved her lips down to his neck. She spent a minute sucking the flesh into her mouth, biting and tasting him all the while rubbing herself against him. She was ready to come and he hadn't even entered her yet.
Steph pulled away from him, sitting up and then standing on the bed, straddling him. She looked at him hotly and wiggled out of her panties, Ranger's gaze locked to hers the whole time. She dropped the panties to the floor then threw Ranger a lecherous smile. She started swaying her hips in a grinding motion and reached for the velvet ribbon that held her corset together. Oh so slowly she untied the bow and unthreaded the ribbon. She glided her hips from side to side, her shoulders and head followed suit. She squatted part way down and shook her ass some more before standing back up. Ranger could only lay there, a look of dumbstruck awe on his face, his cock at full attention. His fists were balled up tight and he seemed to be holding his breath.
Ranger let out a loud gasp as Steph ran her hands down her body from shoulders to thighs, caressing her velvet skin. "Babe, are you trying to kill me? I can't take anymore, come down here," he said.
Steph chuckled but lowered herself down to her knees. She straddled his stomach and leaned in to claim his mouth. Ranger growled and kissed her ferociously. Steph pulled back sitting back on her heals panting.
With one last hot look she positioned herself over his hard length. Ranger tried to lift his hips and push into her but she just lifted up, out of his reach.
"Oh no, Ranger. It's my turn to drive," Steph said as she slid his cock into her very slowly, inch by inch, painfully slow.
Ranger had beads of sweat on his forehead and a flush to cheeks. His eyes rolled back into his head when he was fully sheathed inside of her. Stephanie stilled as they both savored the sensation.
Just then Ranger's cell phone started ringing on the night-table.
Steph's eyes flew open and she leaned forward to reach for the phone.
"Don't even think about answering it," Ranger said and thrust his hips up at her.
"Mmmm, stop that," Steph said, her voice faint, "We have to answer it Ranger. If we don't, they'll just come up and start banging on the door." Ranger continued to move in and out of her slowly as Steph grabbed the phone and flipped it open.
"Yo," she said in a husky voice.
"Bombshell? What are you doing answering Ranger's phone? And why does your voice sound so funny, are you sick?"
Steph bit back a moan, "No Tank. I, uhhh, I'm not sick, I just, ahhh. What the fuck do you want Tank? This isn't a good time" Steph said quickly, gasping as Ranger thrust into her twice in quick succession.
"Oh, man! You guys are gettin' it on aren't you? Man! Put Ranger on the phone." Tank demanded.
"Not a chance in hell. Now, unless this is life or death, Ranger is tied up at the moment" Steph snickered at her inside knowledge of just how tied up Ranger was at that moment.
Steph clenched her inner muscles around Ranger and moved her hips in a tiny circle as she chuckled at the joke. Ranger groaned loudly then sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to silence himself.
Tank's hearty laugh came floating through the phone.
"Tank?" Steph said.
"Stop laughing and don't you even think about coming up here for at least another 90 minutes. Consider this your 'heads up' Tank, spread the word, Ranger and I are offline. There will be no more 'sexus interruptus' here!" Steph said snapping the phone shut, tossing it across the room.
"Hi Babe," Ranger said with a tender look.
"Well hello there," Steph said in a husky voice as she moved her hips forward and back again.
"That's it Babe, move for me," Ranger said with a moan. His arms were straining at their restraints, the urge to grab onto Steph overwhelming.
Steph's movements grew faster and more frantic as her need built up. She was practically wailing with her pleasure. Ranger could be heard groaning and making other manly noises as Steph rode him like Zorro.
Steph threw her head back and let out a guttural moan as her orgasm crashed over her. Ranger quickly followed as Steph's walls clenched around him milking him for all he was worth.
Steph collapsed flat on Ranger's chest with a sigh. She was still breathing in short pants, trying to come back down to earth. She could feel Ranger's heart pounding against her cheek where she lay on his chest.
"Babe, I want to hold you," Ranger said on a whisper.
Stephanie sat up and undid the belt on Ranger's left hand, rubbing gently at the angry red marks the bindings had made as he struggled. She undid his left foot and then climbed over him and repeated the process on the right side.
She softly caressed the angry red welts around his wrist, suddenly overcome with guilt.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt" she said placing kisses on his wrists. "I just wanted to have my wicked way with you, give you a little payback for your fun before."
Ranger wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her to lie down on top of him.
"I didn't even notice the leather was digging in Babe. Believe me, it was worth it" he said with a devilish grin.
"Oh yeah? I thought you didn't like not being in control," Steph said with a smile.
"Well Babe, your methods of persuasion are very powerful and you have successfully changed my opinion on that," Ranger said with a full-on smile. "Feel free to take control in bed any time you want to."
He grabbed Steph and pulled her to him for a hungry kiss. He rolled them over so he was on top of her, his weight pressing her down into the bed. He kissed her hot and wet and she felt him begin to stir again.
Ranger pulled back and looked down at Steph with a grin.
"What are you smiling at Ranger? That look on your face is making me nervous" Steph said.
"You told Tank at least 90 minutes Babe, we only used up about 20. I have plans for the rest of our free time," Ranger said moving down to kiss her neck, her breast, her belly.
"Oh boy" Steph said with a sigh.
Christie's Story: MagnificentSin
I had my ass planted on the couch, surfing TV channels when Ranger came into the apartment. Our eyes met as he walked towards the sideboard and dropped his keys, and cell phone in the silver bowl.
"Babe." Ranger said in passing as he made his way to the bedroom. I hopped up off the couch and followed him into the bedroom, close on his heels and stopped in the doorway as he kept walking into the closet.
I leaned against the doorway, assuming the Ranger pose, arms crossed over my chest, one shoulder leaning against the doorframe, "I thought you weren't coming back until later tonight."
Ranger peeped his head out from the closet and the sight of his bare chest took my breath away. Ranger was sheer perfection- all sculpted muscle and smooth mocha skin. Really every time I looked at him it was a toss up between licking him from head to toe and melting into a pool of wetness. Either way, I couldn't go wrong.
"I finished up early," Ranger said wryly. "Besides, babe, I have plans for you tonight."
I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and inching it's way to my face at the mere mention of the kind of plans that Ranger might have for me. He flashed me the 200-watt grin and ducked his head back in the closet, leaving me hanging.
I shifted against the doorframe and Ranger came out of the closet, wearing just black sweatpants hanging dangerous low on his hips and displaying a massive expansion of chest. As he moved closer to me, I pulled my eyes from his waistband to his eyes, and was met with a dangerously dark look. His eyes smoldered with intensity and it was all focused on me. He reached out, his hand unfolding my arms and his fingertips just barely grazed the gently rounded side of my breast.
"We've waited a long time," I said unsteadily, taking a step into him. He was holding my hand and he pulled it up to his lips, pressing light kisses on my finger pads. Each time his lips pressed onto my fingertips, my breathing got a little bit more labored and the loud thumping of my heart roared in my ears. He eyes never left mine.
"Are you nervous?" Ranger asked, and I nodded my head. "I won't force you into something you aren't ready for. We can take this as slow as you want to," he murmured against my fingers, pulling me closer to him. "It's your call, Stephanie. Just say the word…"
I slid my hand away from his and it dropped to his chest. I could feel his heart beating a little bit faster than normal and realized he was a bit nervous as well, but he would never admit to it. I knew this was what I wanted, but now that it was like the golden key and he was dangling it in front of me without any objections, I was second guessing myself.
I breathed in his heady Bulgari scent and held back a sigh that bordered on erotic out-of-control moan. "Ranger," I sighed and tipped my head back so that I could look him in the eyes, "this is what I want… What I've wanted for so long. I want you." I said enunciating each of the last words by pressing my lips against his bare chest, and flicking my tongue out, wanting to taste him any way that I could.
The unmistaken growl of suppressed lust erupted from Ranger's chest as he slid his hands around my waist and pulled me fully against him, backing me against the wall beside the door. Slowly his hands made their way from my waist, up my sides, brushing the underneath of my breasts with his knuckles, startling a gasp from me. As he leaned in to my lips, I slid my hand around his neck and pulled his head closer to mine. Our eyes never closed as he brushed his lips to mine, softly at first, teasing me, waking my body up and making me want to wrap myself around him. When his tongue flicked over my lower lip, I couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped and the undeniable need shooting down my spine. His hands wove their way into my hair and angled my head so that he could deepen the kiss. His teeth grazed my lips; my nipples brushed his chest achingly, rubbing against him causing the fever in my skin to burn out of control. I wanted him so bad. I had wanted him for so long and had denied myself. This was what I wanted, to be in his arms, holding him, kissing him, wanting him to be inside of me until we both couldn't move. All I had to do was go for it.
I met his tongue with my own, taking control, sweeping out over his and rolling around it, drawing him into my mouth. I wanted him closer than he was, I wanted him so close to me that you couldn't figure out where I ended and he began. I weaved one leg around his, and pulled our hips flush to one another, brushing against the hardest and most urgent part of him. I could feel every inch of him, pressing me hard against the wall. My arms hooked underneath his, and I dug my fingernails into his back, as he moved his hands down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me off the ground so that I wound my legs around his waist. The clothing confined me from being where I really wanted to be in this moment, riding him up and down, pushing myself to the limit and crying out in sheer pleasure of immediate satisfaction.
Ranger left on hand on the underneath of my ass cheek to hold me close, and the other hand came back up, cupping my face near the hairline. He stared into my heavily lidded eyes, a wild feral look gleaming there before lowering his head to my collarbone, sliding his mouth over the sensitive skin, and up my neck, teeth grazing, tongue touching me, blazing a path of his possession. I gasped, and pushed and pulled against him, tried moving my hands further down his back to push off his sweatpants but found he had pinned my arms so that I couldn't move. I heard Ranger chuckle against the hollow spot underneath my ear, and he nipped at my earlobe before murmuring in my ear, "Going somewhere, babe?"
I couldn't answer him in my fervor. I moaned in response as he ground his hips to mine. Ranger slid me down him, letting me melt into the wall, and pinned me there. I slid my hand into his sweatpants, and dug my fingernails into his firm ass, until I heard him groan and then slid my hand slowly around his hip, along his upper thigh, until I was able to reach the length of him, and caressed him softly at first, unsure and then as hard as he was already he got harder and the rougher I got. I started to push his sweatpants down off his hips and Ranger caught my hand. I looked up at him and used my other hand to undo the top button on my jeans and slid my zipper down.
"I'm in control," I told him softly, my voice strangely seductive and like I'd never heard it before. I pulled my hand away from him and used it to push him back a couple of steps towards the end of the bed. I took a step closer to him, and my fingertips brushed his chest, down his rock solid abs and hooked them in the front of his sweatpants. I looked him up and down slowly and locked eyes with him. My lips parted and I licked them and Ranger's eyes darkened to onyx. He grabbed a hold of my hand and I pulled it back. I kept my eyes on him as I fisted my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it beside him. I pushed my jeans over my hips and they fell to the floor in a swoosh of material. I stepped out of them and watched Ranger as his eyes traveled from the floor, up my legs, setting his sights on my black lace panties before letting his eyes roam upward, settling on the rise and fall of my breasts before lifting his eyes to mine.
A faint smile played at my lips as I took in the dangerous look that crossed Ranger's face. He looked wild, uninhibited and completely uncontained. "You like what you see, Carlos?"
"Stephanie-" Ranger growled.
"On the bed," I demanded, pointing behind him. "Take those sweatpants off and get on the bed." When Ranger didn't move I advanced on him like a cat. "What's wrong, Carlos?" I took another step to him and raised an eyebrow at him; even with the hot desire coursing through my veins I wanted him to be as insane from this as I was. I didn't want this to be about him taking me, I wanted to take him. For once in our relationship I wanted to show him that this between us couldn't be controlled, wouldn't be controlled. I took another step into him and pushed him onto the bed, "Let me show you what I want you to do."
I hooked my hands in his waistband and tugged them off, sliding to my knees and looking up at him. I pushed his legs apart and positioned myself between them, taking him firmly into my hand and running my tongue up the underside of him. I heard Ranger suck in a deep breath and I sucked him into my mouth; he fisted his hands into my hair and I moaned. I ran my tongue up and down, sucking on him like a candy cane and when I thought he was just about to the breaking point, I pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes as I licked my lips. As controlled as he normally seemed, he was lacking all control now and it made me hotter than I already was.
I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, letting it slipped down my arms and fall to the floor. I let him look his fill, before I hooked my index fingers in my panties and slipped them to the floor. Ranger watched me intently, and scooted further back on the bed, raising up on his elbows and crooking a finger at me.
"C'mere," Ranger growled, "or I'll come get you."
I sashayed to him, and crawled up onto the bed, and over him. Ranger pulled my head down to his and took my lips with a ferocity that stole my breath away. Our hands were all over the place, touching, stroking, and never leaving them for a moment too long before moving. I teased him, raising above him and slipping him in inch by inch, tantalizingly slow and painfully erotic. He grabbed a hold of my hips and pushed me down onto him, keeping me fully flushed against his hips, grinding us together rocking back and forth. I grabbed a hold of the headboard and held on for all I was worth. I rocked my hips back and a groan escaped from Ranger. I rode him slowly, working up to a rhythm that caused my breath to quicken into small pants and Ranger to grip my hips like steel bands. Something flashed out of the corner of my eye and I looked over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror. I paused and looked back at Ranger.
"Lean up," I told him. "Watch."
Ranger slid himself up the bed, so that the pillows were propped up behind his back and that I was seated in his lap. I lowered my lips to his and lifted my hips on him at the same time. I let my lips drift from his, along his jawbone, to his ear where I moaned as he rocked into me harder than the time before. His eyes were focused on the mirror and I was focused on the waves of pleasure racking my body as I rode him faster and harder. I was to the breaking point, I tossed my head back ready to ride the final wave and Ranger stilled my hips, rolling me over before I could protest and entered me with one slow stroke, filling me to capacity, molding me to him. Before I could even catch my breath, he slid his hips back and forward, causing me to buck my hips off the bed and trying to hold him to me. He leaned down, bracing himself on his elbow and held my hip flat to the bed, as he stroked in and out until we were both out of our mind in our pleasure. It hit me all of a sudden and I couldn't hold it off any longer, screaming out his name and arching my back and hips towards him, riding him for all it was worth.
I was laying underneath him, our breathing the only thing audible for the longest time. I was completely out of it until I could feel his lips on my bare shoulder, pressing light kisses over my shoulder and along my collarbone. I lifted my head up enough to lock eyes with him and give him a lazy grin.
"Carlos," I said, softly, "I love you."
He flashed me a crooked smile and leaned his forehead against mine, "I love you, babe."
And they lived happily ever after...
well ... almost. One more story...
Anonymous: For obvious reasons!
Well, I'd done it. I'd flown. And I'd survived but to be honest, I never wanted to do it again. Yes, it was something I'd been wanting to do since I was 6, but like most things you can't wait to do at that age, it wasn't what it was cranked up to be.
I looked at Ranger sitting next to me at the table and I had an epiphany. I didn't know how to tell him. I did love him with all my heart, but I wasn't 'in' love with him. He was adventure, he was danger and he was tall, dark and handsome. He was everything a woman thinks she wants. But he wasn't what I wanted. I realized I could never get used to his life style, and I didn't want to.
I wanted my man to have days off and vacation, I wanted to know where he was at all times and I wanted the security of a home.
"Oh my God!" I screamed as the realization hit me. I jumped up and pushed my chair back so violently, it fell to the floor.
Ranger got up as well.
"Babe? You're okay?" He asked, reaching out to touch me.
I jerked back. How could I tell him?
Tears were welling up in my eyes. For the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted, I 'd never been this sure of anything before. And I may have ruined it and never get it.
"Babe? What's the matter?"
I finally looked up and met Ranger's eyes. He deserved the truth.
"I want Joe." I said softly, then I turned before I could see his reaction and walked to the door.
Now This Is Really The End!!!
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