Fic: The Key to Love (Chapter 3)
Dinner dishes were cleared, Sharon clearly impressed by Andy’s culinary skills. She could feel a light sweat slickening over her palms, nervous - yet excited - about finishing what her and Andy had started at work. Andy regarded her from a foot away, unsure how to approach the situation.
Sharon took the lead, closing the gap between them and drawing him into her arms, her lips finding his. The first kiss was almost chaste, a promise of things to come. The following were anything but - tongues dove and fought, hands grabbing and hearts pounded.
Andy needed no more encouragement. Taking her hand lightly in his own, he lead her towards his bedroom.
They stopped at the bedside, moving toward one another until their bodies were flush, slipping his hand from hers and bringing his arms around her. Sharon’s hands stroked his flanks, squeezing appreciatively and pulling him as close to her as possible while they explored one another’s mouth. She wriggled softly against him, a pleased moan fluttering through his lips when she brushes against his burgeoning erection.
Andy slid his hands down her back, his fingers dancing across the silk fabric of her blouse as her lips moved to suckle at his neck. Her fingers untucked his shirt and slipped beneath, hands creeping upward against his back. His hands drifted downwards, tracing her spine, mirroring the movements of her hands against his body. Their traversing diverged - her hands continued their north-bound path, his found their way down again coming to rest on her ass. They stroked more firmly, the fabric of her skirt, his shirt, gathering in eager hands. Their kisses grew deeper, heating from the inside out.
Sharon pulled away slightly, her hands skimming down his back and moving to his waist, lifting his shirt free of his pants and tugging at its buttons. She gasped when his hands reached the bottom of her skirt, sliding across her lace-clad flesh.
A frenzy seemed to hit them both. Teeth were clashing and biting, clothes melting into puddles and feet stumbling toward the bed. Andy stepped forward, lowering Sharon to the bed, he left her there naked and bathed in moonlight as he sunk to his knees.
Leaning over her he pulled her thighs to flank his face, her scent surrounding him. His tongue dove out gathering her sweetness that flowed over his tongue like golden syrup. He lapped lazily, but with purpose, between her folds, lingering with a pressure that drove her crazy. Her clit throbbed for him, for attention - and yet he denied her. He could stay there all night, maybe all his life, if it meant being surrounded by her soft moans.
“Please, Andy. Up here,” she managed to breathe out.
He rose to join her on the bed, moaning as she kissed him with a sweeping tongue, sharing her lingering taste. She moved to straddle him, her knees nudging at his waist. Sitting atop him, she broke their kiss, her hand gripping his erection firmly as she rose up higher above him. Andy had the fleeting thought that this was happening altogether too quickly and not fast enough.
A shudder ran through her as she drew him across her clit and Andy had to force himself not to thrust against her. She sank down on him, throbbing with pleasure where her body cradled his. Andy’s hands rested lightly on her hips, seeking only contact as she rose and fell at her own pace.
Sharon set no rhythm at first, testing his responses. Could she make Andy moan? Gasp out her name? Twitch? Uncontrollably thrust upward as she pulled away? She teased them both from her position, finding a rhythm.
Each could feel completion beckoning, almost not wanting it to arrive for fear of the end.
Andy made no protest at her constant rhythm, the teetering between pleasure and satisfaction; he did not force her to increase her pace with his words of the thrusting of his hips. His eyes were fixed on her, watching her rise and fall, watching her consume her where their bodies joined. He was content to be complacent - for a while. Soon he could no longer wait, her clenching muscles and increasing moans started to drive him crazy.
His hands pressed into her spine, pulling her down to be chest-flush with him. They kissed deeply, tongues mirroring the slowing thrusts of her hips. Andy’s hand pressed lightly on her left leg, pushing it to straighten. He rolled them, her legs rising to grip him around the waist.
Andy thrust gently, but with purpose. Sharon’s back flexed, her hips meeting his, demanding more. He undulated over and over, each thrust hitting her clit in the most delicious way. He drove them both to the edge until, in surprising unison, they came together, gasping and crying out.
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Across the city, Provenza turned the deceivingly appropriated key over in his hand. Taking another chug of his beer, he checked his phone - no, Andy had not yet replied to him, an unusually long wait. He smirked to no one in particular. He had done it. He had found the key to love.
Sharon took the lead, closing the gap between them and drawing him into her arms, her lips finding his. The first kiss was almost chaste, a promise of things to come. The following were anything but - tongues dove and fought, hands grabbing and hearts pounded.
Andy needed no more encouragement. Taking her hand lightly in his own, he lead her towards his bedroom.
They stopped at the bedside, moving toward one another until their bodies were flush, slipping his hand from hers and bringing his arms around her. Sharon’s hands stroked his flanks, squeezing appreciatively and pulling him as close to her as possible while they explored one another’s mouth. She wriggled softly against him, a pleased moan fluttering through his lips when she brushes against his burgeoning erection.
Andy slid his hands down her back, his fingers dancing across the silk fabric of her blouse as her lips moved to suckle at his neck. Her fingers untucked his shirt and slipped beneath, hands creeping upward against his back. His hands drifted downwards, tracing her spine, mirroring the movements of her hands against his body. Their traversing diverged - her hands continued their north-bound path, his found their way down again coming to rest on her ass. They stroked more firmly, the fabric of her skirt, his shirt, gathering in eager hands. Their kisses grew deeper, heating from the inside out.
Sharon pulled away slightly, her hands skimming down his back and moving to his waist, lifting his shirt free of his pants and tugging at its buttons. She gasped when his hands reached the bottom of her skirt, sliding across her lace-clad flesh.
A frenzy seemed to hit them both. Teeth were clashing and biting, clothes melting into puddles and feet stumbling toward the bed. Andy stepped forward, lowering Sharon to the bed, he left her there naked and bathed in moonlight as he sunk to his knees.
Leaning over her he pulled her thighs to flank his face, her scent surrounding him. His tongue dove out gathering her sweetness that flowed over his tongue like golden syrup. He lapped lazily, but with purpose, between her folds, lingering with a pressure that drove her crazy. Her clit throbbed for him, for attention - and yet he denied her. He could stay there all night, maybe all his life, if it meant being surrounded by her soft moans.
“Please, Andy. Up here,” she managed to breathe out.
He rose to join her on the bed, moaning as she kissed him with a sweeping tongue, sharing her lingering taste. She moved to straddle him, her knees nudging at his waist. Sitting atop him, she broke their kiss, her hand gripping his erection firmly as she rose up higher above him. Andy had the fleeting thought that this was happening altogether too quickly and not fast enough.
A shudder ran through her as she drew him across her clit and Andy had to force himself not to thrust against her. She sank down on him, throbbing with pleasure where her body cradled his. Andy’s hands rested lightly on her hips, seeking only contact as she rose and fell at her own pace.
Sharon set no rhythm at first, testing his responses. Could she make Andy moan? Gasp out her name? Twitch? Uncontrollably thrust upward as she pulled away? She teased them both from her position, finding a rhythm.
Each could feel completion beckoning, almost not wanting it to arrive for fear of the end.
Andy made no protest at her constant rhythm, the teetering between pleasure and satisfaction; he did not force her to increase her pace with his words of the thrusting of his hips. His eyes were fixed on her, watching her rise and fall, watching her consume her where their bodies joined. He was content to be complacent - for a while. Soon he could no longer wait, her clenching muscles and increasing moans started to drive him crazy.
His hands pressed into her spine, pulling her down to be chest-flush with him. They kissed deeply, tongues mirroring the slowing thrusts of her hips. Andy’s hand pressed lightly on her left leg, pushing it to straighten. He rolled them, her legs rising to grip him around the waist.
Andy thrust gently, but with purpose. Sharon’s back flexed, her hips meeting his, demanding more. He undulated over and over, each thrust hitting her clit in the most delicious way. He drove them both to the edge until, in surprising unison, they came together, gasping and crying out.
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Across the city, Provenza turned the deceivingly appropriated key over in his hand. Taking another chug of his beer, he checked his phone - no, Andy had not yet replied to him, an unusually long wait. He smirked to no one in particular. He had done it. He had found the key to love.