A/N : I never started this story to have an actual story or plot, it was just something that came to my mind when I was listening to Finger Lickin' Fifteen. I am going to try and pen a story arch for this story but until I can. Here's a little smut for you since I did leave off with them being offline and going into the bedroom. I am sorry in advance about how bad I write smut, I don't read those kinds of books. Unfortunately all I can take my inspiration from is real life. This story will be on hiatus for a while to figure out the story.
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters.
-WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS Horribly Written SMUT-
Chapter 3
From my previous experiences with Ranger, I knew that his was a lover. He preferred slow sex, he wanted to kiss every inch of my skin and make me feel like a goddess. If you were to look closely at the stereotypical Latino lover, and Ranger, you would find them to be very similar. This didn't stop us from having a quickie in the turbo that one time.
He laid me gently onto my bed and kissed me softly. The hand that had been supporting me was now sneaking up under my shirt. I gasped softly as his finger traced the line right where my jeans cut off and I felt myself go wet in an instant. I felt his smile against my neck just before the kiss.
Both of his hands were suddenly on my hips lifting the shirt higher until he lifted my shoulders a little and took it off completely. I smiled up at him, wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss. He deepened the kiss and as soon as our tongues touched I heard a subtly groan leave his lips.
I wasn't really paying attention but at some point Ranger had succeeded in ridding me of my bra. He broke away from the kiss, and left a trail of kisses down my neck, across my shoulder, and all over my chest before sucking on my nipple. I let out a moan and arched into Ranger. He let go and started his ministrations on the second breast that had me gasping.
He started to venture lower. I grasped the back of his shirt. "You. Shirt. Off Now." Was all I managed to get out while pulling his shirt up. He got to his knees quickly and freed himself of the fabric and went back to his task. He slid his hands down my sides before ridding me of my pants. His mouth made contact with my hoo ha and I arched.
I'll be completely honest; I don't remember much of the treacherous actions of his tongue and lips, though after 2 cosmic orgasms he had deemed it enough. He slid his pants off while staring at me, breathless and flush. After he dawned a condom he slid home with a smile and moan. He felt so right, I wrapped my legs around him and held on for the ride of my life.
To say that Ranger was good in bed was an understatement. He was magic in more ways then one. He angled his hips in just the right way and I saw stars. Pleasure buzzed through my body. It is still unfathomable to me how he can make me come with only a few deep thrust but he managed.
I felt him stiffen on top of me as he cam. He was very silent about, not at all like my strangled cry. I could feel my walls and his penis pulse in time. I gingerly unlocked my legs and he pulled out.
He slipped into the bath room to rid himself of the condom. I heard the water turn on and I was a little confused. I saw him come out with a wash cloth. "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning you." He answered me matter of factly. "Unless, you want to stay in bed all day." He smiled softly and started to clean me. Never once had a man done this for me after sex. When he got below my belly button I moaned softly. I felt clean and ready for another round. "What do you want to do today, other then stay in bed."
"I hadn't thought that far ahead yet." I pulled him down for another kiss.