Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor

A/N: It's been nearly a year since I've posted up here! For those who read my fics on Tumblr, you've already seen this one (and everything else I'll be posting in the next few days, probably). Since I've been considering leaving Tumblr, I'm bringing all my fics over to where it all started. Plus, there's been a lot of people adding me to their alerts... so, now you have something to read from me.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Sharon is running late. The text message Andrea received fifteen minutes ago was vague, saying only that she's going to be late. Andrea didn't need to be told that, though, because she knew Sharon was going to be late before the evening had even arrived. Expecting Sharon to be late doesn't change the fact that Andrea's a bit impatient at times. She keeps checking the time and getting up from the sofa to pace back and forth. Her stomach is a mess of tight, wound up muscles, and she's rethinking quite a few of her plans for the night.

Luckily, the sixth or seventh time Andrea gets up, the sound of a key sliding into the lock stops her from throwing her plan for the night out of the window. Her attention is instantly on the door, and she realizes she's actually a bit nervous. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Andrea chastises herself and reminds herself it's just Sharon; but still, like she's been doing all night, she reconsiders what she's about to do.

Sharon uses the key that Andrea had given her a month or two ago to let herself into Andrea's house. She's about twenty-five minutes late, even though she had thought she was going to be leaving the office on time. There was just too much paperwork, too many details that she didn't want to be forgotten. Sharon's already apologizing before she's stepped into the house.

"I know, I know. I'm late, and I'm truly sorry," she's saying, glancing over to a standing Andrea. She at least doesn't look upset. "There was just so much to do, and I didn't want to leave it unfinished. I'm sorry."

Sharon was so busy closing the door and apologizing that she hadn't noticed Andrea walk over to the door, ditching her spot on the other side of the sofa. She does, however, feel the other woman's lips on the back of her neck. Sharon's apologies die on her tongue, a sigh leaving her mouth instead. Andrea turns her around, pressing her back into the door so they are facing one another.

"Hi," says Sharon.

Andrea feels herself smile instantly, the brightness in Sharon's eyes and the smile on her lips the reason. "Hi," she whispers back, letting the fingers of her left hand brush over Sharon's forehead and then her cheek, letting them rest under her jaw as she tilts her head back and onto the door.

The gentle way Andrea touches her makes her eyelids flutter, threatening to close so she can bask in the feeling of warm fingers on her. But if she closes her eyes, she'll miss the way Andrea's looking at her, and that's something she doesn't want to happen. She looks as if she's drinking Sharon in, memorizing every line and curve of her face. It's that look that makes Sharon's lungs forget how to function, leaving her breathless.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she says, licking her lips as she realizes Andrea's leaning towards her mouth.

"Shh." Andrea holds Sharon's head in place and tilts her own. She presses her lips to Sharon's, delicate and soft.

Sharon's eyes close, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest as Andrea kisses her. It's almost innocent enough to be a simple greeting, lips brushing slowly a few times. But then Andrea moans against Sharon's mouth and sweeps her tongue over Sharon's bottom lip, making her lip tingle. Humming, Sharon opens her mouth for Andrea's tongue and meets it with her own, caressing it. Andrea starts sliding her hands across Sharon's body; there's a hand in her hair, fingers massaging her scalp, and the other hand is going up and down the side of her body, from breast to knee, creating a trail that is fire-hot.

Sharon can taste the desire in Andrea's kiss, feel how much she wants her. It makes her heart hammer with a little more force as she kisses Andrea harder, swallowing moans and nipping lips. The keys in her hand fall to the floor with a loud clinking sound, but she couldn't care less about those. She's focused on Andrea's mouth on her, the hands caressing her body, the feeling of Andrea pressing into her when Sharon wraps her arms around her. Fingers dance against her heated skin, lips make her breathless, and she moans when something presses into her hip, something hard and…

Sharon cants her hips forward, moaning once again when it presses into her; she raises a curious eyebrow. She can feel Andrea kissing her harder when Sharon's hand slips between them. Sharon's lungs are desperate for air, her heart picking up its pace from excitement. Finding what she's looking for, what she was sure she felt inside Andrea's slacks, is easy. Stopping herself from growling like some type of animal when she does so is not. She breaks the kiss, partly because she needs to breathe, but mostly because she needs to look at Andrea.

Andrea, all flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips, braces herself with one hand on the door beside Sharon's head. Her other hand is splayed out against Sharon's stomach, a silk blouse beneath it. Sharon's eyes are a dangerously seductive shade of darkened green that is almost not there, her pupils dilated and drowning out the color. And if that's not enough to make Andrea feel like her knees will give out at any moment, Sharon has two fingers slipped into the waistband of Andrea's pants, knuckles pressing into the blonde's flesh as she slides them back and forth. If she wasn't so breathless – and still a little nervous – she would say something, because she's sure Sharon knows what Andrea's surprise for her is.

Sharon drags her tongue over her teeth as she drops her eyes down to her own hand. She pulls her fingers out and glances up at Andrea, who is also watching Sharon's fingers. Wordlessly, Sharon unbuttons Andrea's pants, not missing the hitch in the blonde's breathing. It's the leather that makes her pause, throbbing almost painfully below her waist. Sharon scratches her finger over the top of the harness, right into Andrea's skin, hard enough to make Andrea hiss. Green eyes flicker up again, watching as Andrea pulls her bottom lip into her mouth to bite on it in a move that's so sexy that Sharon hears herself moan a little.

Sharon slips her hand into Andrea's pants, both of their breaths heavy with anticipation. Sharon closes her eyes when her palm rests on leather and her fingers land on silicone. She murmurs an "Oh, God" and cups the dildo in her hand, pushing against it in a way she's sure Andrea can feel. Before she can open her eyes, she feels lips claiming her mouth in a heated kiss. Sharon tilts her head back against the door with a loud thud and digs her teeth into Andrea's bottom lip, making it ache before she licks it better.

It was the way Sharon murmured that made Andrea forget she was even nervous to begin with. It was the type of reassurance Andrea needed after driving herself insane all week. Sharon had said she would like this – casually, as if they were two women sitting down for tea – but she had only mentioned it that once. So Andrea had made the purchase, hung around her apartment a little while every day wearing it so she could get used to the feeling of the strap-on, and then invited Sharon over. But up until the moment Sharon's hand was in her pants, Andrea had been uncertain about her decision.

When Sharon exhales a groan against her lips, Andrea can feel all the moisture in her body flow straight to her core. Andrea kisses a trail from the brunette's mouth to her jaw, lavishing her exquisite jawline with carefully placed nips and wet licks from her tongue. She moves her mouth all the way to Sharon's ear and breathes heavily against it as her hands start untucking Sharon's shirt from her skirt. She darts her tongue out and causes Sharon to shudder when she traces the shell of her ear.

She gets the silk blouse free, along with the camisole underneath, and then splays her hands on the quivering muscles of Sharon's abdomen. Sharon starts moving her hand once again, making the base press into the part of the harness that's over Andrea's clitoris. Andrea moans into Sharon's ear, quite glad she spent so much time becoming familiar with both the harness and the dildo so she knew exactly how to wear it to get the desired effect.

Andrea moves one hand up to Sharon's breast, squeezing firmly before pushing the bra up and out of her way. She can feel Sharon's breath becoming heavy, and then she hears her moan when Andrea takes Sharon's nipple between thumb and forefinger and starts to rub and twist. Her other hand snakes around Sharon and glides over her ass slowly, heading to the hem of her skirt so she can pull it up. Her skin is surprisingly bare beneath her skirt; Andrea lets her nails scratch over the sensitive skin, not having to worry about making a run in stockings like she usually has to.

"Move your hands," Andrea says, needing the room for her own.

Sharon does as she's told, puts her arms to her side. Sharon's chest arches into Andrea's hand, and her hips cant forward when the hand that was on the back of her thigh makes its way to the front. She's breathing heavily through her nose, eyes shut tightly, her entire body pulsating. Andrea turns her head into the crook of Sharon's neck and begins to suck on that spot where her shoulder and neck meet, her mouth hot and wet, just like she's making Sharon. She's getting lost in all the pleasurable sensations, her mind swimming and her pulse racing.

The tips of Andrea's finger brush over the top of Sharon's thigh, and then up a little more so she can trace the satin of Sharon's underwear. Sharon squirms as the fingers move closer to her clit and entrance, the touch so delicate that it might as well not even be considered a touch at all. She pushes her hips down, and in return receives a warning bite on her neck that makes her groan. Andrea licks with the flat of her tongue, soothing the sensitive flesh she had just sunk her teeth into. Her fingers continue to trace the outline of her mound, up towards her hip, over to the left, and then back down. She's getting used to the tease, to the order which Andrea's fingers deliberately bypass where she needs her, so it's a moan full of pleasurable surprise that she makes when Andrea cups her center, fingers pressing to her clit.

A drawn out 'mmm' roars out of her, the mixture of a twist to her nipple, a bite to the neck, and fingers finally on her clitoris being the reason. Andrea's moan is muffled against Sharon's throat, but it's still laced with desire and want. Sharon brings her hands to Andrea's face and pulls her to look at her, lust-darkened eyes meeting before Sharon leans in to kiss her on the mouth, hard.

It's a teeth-clashing, lip-smacking, downright sexy kiss that makes pleasure shoot from their toes to the very tips of their ears. Sharon's never been kissed the way Andrea kisses her. It's always thorough, every deliciously sensitive spot being licked and sucked and nibbled on. She makes her brain shut down momentarily; her lungs almost do the same as Andrea kisses the air right out of her. It's so good, the way Andrea kisses her, that she's spent hours doing nothing but that. But now, now is not just about kissing, and Andrea is the one to remind her of that.

Andrea's hand slides into Sharon's underwear. Andrea moans when she discovers how hot she is, how very wet her center has become. It's probably one of the most inarticulate things she's ever said when she breathes, "Fucking fuck," against Sharon's mouth. "Oh my god. You're really wet," she continues.

Sharon laughs, moans, and then laughs again. "You're wearing a strap-on," Sharon says, cheeks flushed and tongue slipping out to lick her lips. Apparently it's time to point out the obvious.

Andrea looks down, and then up to Sharon. She pushes a finger into her, watches the way Sharon's eyelids flutter, and then crooks it up repeatedly, hitting Sharon's sweet spot. "That does it for you, huh?" Andrea adds a second finger, twists them both, and then pulls out so she can thrust in.

Sharon's head hits the door hard, her eyes slamming shut. "You're what does it for me," Sharon answers between gasping-moans, her voice straining. Andrea stops moving her fingers, and it's cruel the way she's teasing Sharon while she's so turned on. "Andrea!"

"Bedroom," she whispers, pressing a kiss to Sharon's throat and slowly sliding her fingers out of the tight channel that's trying to keep her right where she is. "The things I'm going to do to you cannot be done properly against a door," she husks against her skin. Sharon shudders.

"Then why are we still standing here?!" Sharon catches Andrea's gaze and tilts her head towards the hall, stepping out of her heels while doing so. "Lead the way."

Andrea walks ahead of Sharon to the bedroom. Her heart beats in a way that suggests she's not as calm as she thought she was, all rapid beats and hard thuds. When they approach the door, Sharon lays a hand on the middle of her back, effectively relaxing her instantly. She smiles gratefully over her shoulder and then pushes open the door. The dark walls of her room are shadowy as the setting sun comes through the large windows. Sharon leaves Andrea to close the curtains. Andrea sits down on the queen-sized bed and watches her, exhaling as she rests her hands behind her for support.

Sharon turns around and looks at the blonde, letting her eyes slowly trail over her. Her black slacks are still unbuttoned, and as her eyes linger there, the zipper is pulled down by Andrea. Sharon licks her lips unconsciously when Andrea's hand disappears into her pants and she pulls out the dildo for the first time.

"The view is better over here," Andrea tells her, smirking at Sharon when green eyes snap up as if she wasn't aware she had even been staring.

"Oh, is it?" At the sound of Andrea's 'mhm', Sharon crosses the space between the window and the bed. She slowly moves her eyes over Andrea and whispers, "Beautiful," cupping her chin and lifting her up for a short kiss that cuts off whatever Andrea is trying to say.

Andrea ends up being urged to stand, and then Sharon's lips are kissing a wet trail across the blonde's neck. She smells like summer air, and Sharon inhales deeply, her nose brushing against Andrea's throat. She rubs her hands down Andrea's back, feeling muscles flex beneath her shirt. As Sharon's mouth moves lower – a kiss to the hollow of her throat, a few nips and licks to her clavicle – her hands come to Andrea's front, removing the fabric keeping her mouth from tasting more of the other woman. Button after button, Sharon reveals more smooth skin to her hungry eyes.

The shirt is dropped to the floor; the bra is next. Sharon flutters her fingers against Andrea's sides and breasts, smiling when she shivers, and smirking once she's moaning. Sharon's barely aware of her own shirt being unbutton; right now her focus is on the pebbling nipples that are begging for some attention. Sharon ducks her head and rolls her tongue around the right one; both the taste of freshly-cleaned skin and sweat meet her tongue. She groans, blows her breath on the wet skin, and then sucks sensitive flesh back into her mouth.

A breathy "oh" leaves Andrea's opened mouth, her chest thrusting out. Finished unbuttoning Sharon's blouse, she tangles her fingers in thick hair. Sharon's eager tonight – and god it is sexy – her mouth going from one breast to the other, making both Andrea's nipples achingly hard. Teeth scrape gently, and then not so gently on the underside of her breast where Sharon tends to always leave her mark; lips suck, slow and then fast, and then slow again. By the time Sharon's mouth is heading south, Andrea's knees are weak and threatening to buckle.

Sharon kisses down Andrea's taut stomach softly, an arousing contrast to the nails zigzagging their way down her sides. Andrea's combing her fingers through brown hair and trying to catch her breath, which she discovers is pointless as she watches Sharon's tongue slip out to lick a wet path over the leather harness. Andrea's fingers tighten around the hair in her grasp and she groans, imagery of what Sharon might possibly do right now flooding her mind. Green eyes flicker up, a sultry gleam in them as she wraps slender fingers around the silicone shaft and licks her lips.

"Take off your shirt," Andrea requests in a quiet tone, not trusting her voice enough to say more than that.

Sharon walks back on her knees a little. As she slowly removes the silk blouse, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor, she looks up through her lashes and to Andrea. "What else would you like me to do?"

Oh, that right there is a question with an endless list of answers. Or at least Andrea had thought that was the case. Now that Sharon is asking – not to mention that she's doing it in that way that suggests she'll do just about anything for Andrea – she can't think of a single thing. Andrea's brain refuses to cooperate, so she simply watches as Sharon pulls her camisole and bra off. Watching Sharon undress easily tops the list of things she wants to do right now, anyway.

"Hmm?" Sharon asks, gliding her hands up her stomach to rub them over her breasts. The sight of Andrea, mouth hanging open, eyes the color of a sunless evening sky, is breathtaking, and knowing she's the one causing it does something magnificent for Sharon.

A moan-turned-hiss crackles in the air as Sharon unabashedly kneads her breasts and then pinches her nipples, not daring to break the eye contact that's arousing her just as much as her own touch. Andrea has told her many times how turned on she gets from watching Sharon give herself pleasure, and Sharon wants to make sure Andrea gets as much from this night as possible. It's the least she can do, she thinks, after Andrea did this for her. One of Andrea's hands leave her hair and caresses Sharon's cheek; Sharon turns and presses her lips to Andrea's palm.

Andrea curls her fingers around the back of Sharon's head and pulls her closer, making Sharon close the distance between them. Sharon pulls down Andrea's slacks, wanting her fully naked in front of her. Inches of creamy skin become bare, her lover standing in front of her naked in more than just the physical sense. Andrea's eyes hold so much that it knocks the air out of Sharon's body when she looks up from where she's kissing a path up Andrea's quivering thigh. Sharon strokes the blonde's inner thigh with her tongue and then blows her breath against it, watching with fascinated eyes as goose bumps rise from her skin. She continues licking and kissing until she reaches the apex of the panting woman's thighs.

"Keep going." Andrea's voice strains, her breath fighting to make it out of her. "Please."

Sharon glides her left hand up Andrea's torso and to her breast, lazily caressing as she wraps her other hand around the dildo. Andrea pulls her lip into her mouth, just as Sharon opens her own and guides the head between her lips. The blonde's nostrils flare, and her hips push forward a little. Sharon takes more into her mouth slowly, sucking and then pulling away, her hand pushing at the base. She keeps the fingers of her left hand synchronized with the movement of her mouth, gradually picking up her pace with both.

When Sharon has nearly the entire length in her mouth, she pinches Andrea's nipple between her fingers. A guttural moan vibrates in the air and makes Sharon's center throb; the sound of Andrea expressing her pleasure is like music to her ears, deliciously arousing music that is currently making her so wet. Lips wrapped tightly, she sucks faster, listening to the way Andrea's moans come quicker, deeper. Hands guide her head, bringing her mouth up and down Andrea's cock – and the connection, thinking of it as a part of Andrea, causes Sharon to moan around the shaft in her mouth.

Nails are scratching over Andrea's ribs when Sharon wonders if Andrea can come this way. Her erratic breathing, her hips bucking instinctively, and the way Andrea's eyes are focused on every lick and stroke from Sharon's mouth suggests that she might be able to. Sharon wants to make her come like this, and is about to ask if she can when Andrea tightens her hold on Sharon's hair and head and pulls her up to a standing position. She's being kissed before she can speak, and the fingers massaging her scalp make her forget she was even considering asking a question.

"Get on the bed," Andrea mumbles between kisses, her hands on Sharon's hips as she turns them around.

Stealing one last kiss from Andrea's mouth first, Sharon quickly removes the rest of her clothing and lies down on the bed. She sits in the middle and then reclines back, her chest lifting rhythmically with every breath she takes. Andrea licks her lips and lets out an exaggerated huff, her eyes following the curves of Sharon's body. She's still trying to calm her own body down, needing to have a clear mind. One look up into Sharon's eyes makes that little idea fly right out the window. All she can think of is how Sharon had just been on her knees in front of her, using that talented mouth in ways that makes Andrea a little jealous of any man that's ever been lucky enough to receive a blow job from her, because even Andrea knows how good it would have been.

"Coming?" Sharon asks in a husky whisper.

Andrea climbs into the bed and gets on her knees in front of Sharon's opened legs. She licks strongly up Sharon's neck, and the brunette tilts her head back and moans. "Somebody's about to," she responds against her skin.

Sharon hums lowly and runs her fingers over Andrea's shoulders. The muscles beneath her hands flex as Andrea moves up to her ear. A wet tongue swirls and makes her shiver. "Oh," she sighs, her eyes falling shut.

The blonde groans against Sharon. "Mmm," she hums, "yeah, you're definitely about to come." She sucks the sensitive spot beneath Sharon's ear, the pressure hard.

"Aren't we confident tonight," Sharon manages to get out before her head tosses further back into the pillows and a rumbling moan escapes her. God, it feels so good.

Andrea sits up on her knees, letting her hands caress Sharon's body from shoulders to hips. She spreads Sharon's legs open with her palms splayed out on Sharon's thighs. Her mouth practically waters at the sight of Sharon's glistening cunt. There's something about knowing how turned on Sharon is that makes her ache and desperate to please her lover.

She runs her fingers up Sharon's slit, two of them. Sharon's breath catches in her throat. Andrea caresses her wet folds and then moves to her opening. She's so wet that Andrea's fingers just sink right into her, being pulled by Sharon's muscles. Sharon's hips lift and she moans softly, needing more. Andrea twists her fingers inside her, knuckles rolling over the very beginning of her channel, eliciting a whimper from the woman below her. Sharon's hot and wet around her. She moves her eyes up to Sharon as she slowly pulls her fingers out and then thrusts them in hard. Her entire body jerks with the force as she moans again, loudly. Andrea does it a few more times, receiving the same delicious reaction each time, body jerking and whimpers that turn into melodic moans.

Andrea pulls out of her, her fingers coming back glistening with all the evidence she needs to make her point. "I think I have every right to be confident," she says cockily, a smile threatening to break out as she looks at her fingers, "don't you?"

Sharon's cheeks flush darker as she looks up to Andrea. "Yes," she agrees breathlessly. Andrea brings her fingers to her mouth and tastes Sharon's arousal. Sharon groans, biting her lip. Her eyes are fixed on Andrea's lapping tongue and sucking lips, her fingers disappearing into her own mouth. The sight of it makes a new wave of heat wash over her, her muscles clenching with her desire. "Good?"

Andrea moans around her fingers, nodding. Sharon smirks, which Andrea's sure the other woman doesn't even know looks as sexy as it does. "Delicious," she whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to Sharon's inviting mouth.

They meet in a soft, sensual connection of lips. Their lips brush together gently, slowly, taking their time to feel the pressure of the other woman's mouth. Their bodies are pressed together, breasts to breasts, stomach to stomach. Sharon hums into the kiss, sliding her hands down Andrea's back and to her hips, the feeling of the dildo feeding the fire growing in the pit of her belly. She presses her tongue between Andrea's soft lips, seeking entrance that is given to her immediately. She can taste herself on Andrea's tongue when the two of them meet; she strokes and sucks, every moan coming from the blonde making her shiver.

Sharon's hand slides to Andrea's front, where she scratches into Andrea's sensitive hip. "I want you inside me," she moans into the kiss. She can feel the way Andrea's heartbeat gets faster, her heart pounding from Sharon's words.

Andrea rests her forehead against Sharon's, her lips tingling and her breath heavy. She opens her eyes and finds Sharon already looking at her. Sharon shifts and brings her hand to Andrea's face, caressing her cheek lovingly. She repeats what she said, and this time she makes her point by tugging lightly on the silicone cock. Andrea groans, and really it's the closest thing to a verbal response that she can offer.

She pecks Sharon's lips and then sits up. She reaches over to the nightstand and gets one of the bottles of lubricants that she keeps in there. Sharon watches her, and then when Andrea settles back properly in front of her, she stops the blonde. Andrea, uncapping the bottle, arches an eyebrow.

"Let me do it for you."

Andrea hands it over to Sharon, who takes it with a look in her eyes that's full of so much lust that Andrea feels as if she might be able to jump in and drown. Sharon licks her lips and puts some of the clear lube into her hand. She wraps her hand around the cock and starts stroking up and down. And if Andrea enjoyed watching the blow job she received earlier, this is going to make her go insane.

"May I confess something?" Sharon asks, tightening her grip and twisting her hand around.

Andrea's tongue refuses to work; her mouth's as dry as the desert. She simply nods, not even removing her eyes from the way Sharon's hand works back and forth.

"I fantasize about you wearing one of these sometimes," she says, her tone all breathy and hot.

Andrea's eyes move up to Sharon's, but the brunette's are closed. Andrea trails her fingertips over Sharon's sternum, down to her belly, urging her to continue.

Sharon's breath catches when the smooth fingertips become blunt nails, the tiniest bit of pain intermingling with the pleasure of having Andrea touch her. She goes on to tell Andrea of nights on her own when she's imagined the other woman wearing a strap-on, thought about all the different ways her lover might enjoy taking her, fucking her. She's wanted it for just about as long as they've been together, and as she warms the silicone cock in her hand and spreads the lube, she watches the way Andrea reacts to this new knowledge. Her breathing is heavy, her jaw slackened, and she looks like she's seconds away from combusting.

Andrea practically knocks Sharon's hands away as she hastily repositions herself and pulls Sharon by her hips, her body pulsing with her want, between her thighs wet with her undeniable arousal. She needs to be inside Sharon, needs to give Sharon what she's been wanting to ask for. The need is almost tangible, something she can grab on to and then present to the other woman. But damn, she can't seem to figure out how to do this properly. The angles are all wrong and she can't quite figure out which way to move her hips so that she can stay above Sharon like she is and drive into her the way she wants.

Andrea sighs exasperatedly. "Take your time," Sharon soothes, her hands running up and down Andrea's arms.

It takes a few shifts and a lot of patience, but once she's finally where she needs to be, she grins. She runs the head of the shaft up and down Sharon's sensitive flesh, through her liquid heat; Sharon's thighs tense with the effort it takes not to buck her hips. Andrea circles lightly around the bundle of nerves above her opening, listening to the way Sharon moans from the contact on her clit. Then, once she can't possibly handle not doing it, Andrea slides down a little and pushes forward, the tip of the cock entering the shallowly breathing woman.

Sharon sighs, still running her hands up and down the arm that's resting on her hip. Andrea's kneeling with her legs far apart, the backs of Sharon's thighs against the fronts of Andrea's. Her feet are placed behind Andrea, the muscles in her legs clenching every time Andrea leans into her. Both of them are looking from the other's facial expressions to the dildo slowly disappearing inside Sharon. Andrea rocks back and forth a little, getting comfortable, moans filling the hot air that surrounds them.

Sharon reaches forward and runs her fingers across Andrea's brow, down her cheek and then jaw, fingers lightly splaying out over Andrea's neck. She can feel the way Andrea's moans vibrate in her throat, a particularly loud one bubbling beneath Sharon's fingers as Andrea drives all the way into Sharon. Sharon's free hand holds Andrea's hip for her to stop a moment, looking up to Andrea and then down to where their hips are. The moan that ripples in her chest and then bursts free is loud. She's filled completely, her muscles contracting around the fullness; it feels so damn good.

Sharon urges Andrea to continue, her hands finding a place to rest on the blonde's sides. The determined look on Andrea's face makes Sharon smile, and almost laugh. Andrea meets her eyes and then rolls her hips, pushing inside Sharon. Sharon's breath hitches and her lips part slightly, eyes locked on Andrea's. Andrea bites her lip and rolls her hips again, this time a little harder. Sharon's breath hitches once again, and again, and again, and it continues to hitch as Andrea rolls and thrusts her hips, penetrating Sharon. Andrea's face is the perfect picture of concentration the entire time, which makes Sharon smile once more.

"Perfectionist," she teases, but it's when Andrea decides to thrust into Sharon, her hips pushing forward hard and making the word leave Sharon's mouth in a desperate gasp. Sharon digs her nails into Andrea's sides and moans a deep 'mmmm'.

"What was that?" Andrea breathes, biting back a grin.

Sharon shakes her head and holds onto Andrea's hips. "Just…" She pulls Andrea closer to her, her head tossing back a little as she exhales a moan, Andrea thrusting into her. "Yes," she whispers, her features contorting with blissful pleasure. "Just like that." Sharon does her best to keep her voice even long enough to remind Andrea of what she said earlier. "I believe somebody hinted that I would be coming soon."

An animalistic growl leaves Andrea as a surge of heat shoots up her back and arousal tumbles in the pit of her belly. She almost doesn't hear the part where Sharon adds that she's close because she thrusts into Sharon fully, harder than she had been before, and Sharon's moan makes the words nearly incoherent.

Thumbs dig into the tight muscles of Sharon's thighs as their bodies are brought together again and again, Andrea up on her knees between spread legs. She is almost completely lost in the way the cock slides in and out of Sharon, the brunette's inner walls clinging on for dear life. But then there's the nails digging into her hips, and the breathy moans that Andrea will be hearing all day at work tomorrow; Andrea is simply lost in all that is Sharon as she's about to come.

Sharon's panting and lifting her hips a little so that her pelvis is angled. Her head keeps tossing from side to side, the ability to keep her eyes open a thing she no longer has. Pleasure is tingling up her spine, in the arch of her feet, in her stomach, and especially between her legs. Sharon brings her fingers to her clitoris and starts to rub the aching nub, not missing the way Andrea almost loses her rhythm the second Sharon's hand lands on her center. Knowing Andrea's watching her is what does it; she can no longer hold on to the very last bit of restraint she had, and it's with a loud cry that she comes.

Sharon coming undone is a beautifully erotic image, one that Andrea drinks in like she's about to die from thirst. The pale skin of her neck is stretched as Sharon's head rolls back into the pillows, and her mouth is open to let out a moan that is a pitch away from being a squealing scream. Andrea runs her hands up and down Sharon's quivering body, staying inside her as she whispers soothingly to Sharon.

Sharon blinks her eyes open and smiles with the utmost satisfaction etched into her features, still breathless. She opens her mouth to speak, but the only thing to come out is a moan, a moan that apparently says it all.

"It was good for you, then?" Andrea teases, sliding her hands to Sharon's thighs.

Sharon stretches her back, a soft purr-like sound filling the otherwise quiet room. Her eyes turn predatory instantly, two of her fingers sliding into the top of the harness like she had done earlier with Andrea's pants. "May I?" She turns her hand palm up and slips her fingers a little more into the tight space between the harness and Andrea's mound.

Andrea answers by carefully leaning forward, hands on either side of Sharon to hold her up. Green eyes soften as Andrea looks deeply into them. Andrea sighs happily and moves her mouth down to Sharon's to kiss her, just a few brushes of their lips so Sharon can understand how she feels.

Sharon inches her fingers in more, her heart beating so loudly that it's all she hears for a moment. There's barely enough room for her fingers, but she manages. Looking into Andrea's eyes, two of Sharon's fingers roll over her hardened clitoris, feeling the heavy pulsating beneath the tips of her fingers.

"Oh," Andrea moans, followed by a delayed, "god!"

Her hips instinctively push down and into the pressure of Sharon's caressing fingers. She'd been close to reaching her climax twice already tonight, this time being the third, and she can almost feel the waves of intense pleasure approaching. She braces herself more firmly and rolls her hips slowly, tilting her head down to rest against Sharon's so her moans vibrate against Sharon's lips. It's a dizzying pattern that Sharon starts, one that's making her breathless and tense everywhere. Her hips rock down again, a resounding moan pushing its way out of her throat.

"Andrea," Sharon breathes, the blonde pushing deeply into her and then grinding down against her sensitive clitoris. The pleasure she receives from that and knowing that Andrea's about to come outweighs the pain shooting up and down her arm.

Andrea realizes what she's doing and goes to move. "I'm sorry."

"It feels good," Sharon assures her, keeping her right there with legs pressed tightly to the other woman's body. She leans up and kisses Andrea, their lips meeting with wet brushes. "I want you to come for me," she tells her, sucking Andrea's bottom lip into her mouth and rolling her fingers from side to side. "I want you to come while you're inside me," she rasps.

Andrea's arms almost give out on her. There are words she tries to say, something to express how she's about to come from what Sharon just said to her. But speaking isn't an option she has once Sharon rubs just the right spot, creating a mind-blowing friction that makes her thrust her hips down roughly once before moaning out Sharon's name. Sharon kisses her sweetly, quieting her whimpers and adding to the sensations she's feeling.

Minutes pass by with nothing but heavy breathing and lazy kisses. Andrea ends up on her side beside Sharon, the brunette's arm wrapped around her midsection as she, too, lays on her side. The room is dark and smells like sex and sweat; their bodies are damp to the touch, but the night is hardly over.

Andrea stops Sharon from unbuckling the harness, her fingers wrapping around Sharon's wrist. "Uh-uh."

Sharon arches an eyebrow, resting her hand on Andrea's hip instead. "More?" Sharon's one-word question is laced with more hunger than a full sentence can even imagine holding.

"Unless you can't handle it," Andrea whispers, leaning in for a kiss.

Sharon rolls her eyes and nips Andrea's bottom lip. "I can handle just about anything," she responds confidentially.

"Oh." Andrea grins against Sharon's smirking mouth. "And yet you still don't know how to arrive on time when we have plans."

Sharon pulls back, a surprised look on her face. "Hey!" Andrea laughs, sitting up on the mattress. "I was working."

"Workaholic."

"Proficient," she corrects.

Andrea laughs lightly and kisses Sharon, the laughter dying the moment the tip of Sharon's tongue curls up and licks the roof of Andrea's mouth. She doesn't stop kissing her until the need to be inside Sharon once again becomes too strong and she's rolling her over and positioning her so that she's on her hands and knees.

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Sharon rolls over and wraps her arm around Andrea, kissing the crook of her neck gently before shutting her eyes. Andrea runs her fingers up and down Sharon's back soothingly, making Sharon yawn and cuddle into the side of Andrea's body.

"I made dinner," Andrea whispers.

"Hm?" Sharon yawns, burying her head even farther in the warmth Andrea's offering.

Andrea smiles. "Dinner," she repeats, "I made some."

Sharon nods tiredly. Dinner is what Andrea had invited her over for, she remembers. "Let's sleep first," Sharon murmurs tiredly. "You've worn me out."

Andrea chuckles and uses her foot to bring the cover closer to her hand so she can pull them up and over their naked bodies. "That is the last time you get dessert before you've eaten your dinner," she mumbles against Sharon's temple, kissing the warm skin softly.

"Shh. You and I both know that isn't true," she says against Andrea's neck, smiling a little when she feels Andrea's laugh vibrating beneath her. "We'll sleep, shower, and then we can have dinner. Okay?" she asks, already feeling herself falling asleep.

Andrea yawns in agreement. "Or breakfast."

Sharon doesn't respond.

"Goodnight," she whispers, closing her eyes and wrapping her arm a little tighter around Sharon, smiling happily before she falls asleep.

The End. Thanks for reading.