Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
A/N: Originally this was a flashback in a fic. However, I decided not to use it but still wanted to share it. This is also a fill for a prompt I had.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Prompt: phone sex
"I want to kiss you all over," Andrea had whispered into the phone one night, and Sharon had squeezed her legs tight and whimpered. The blonde had called in the middle of the night, drunk and aroused, and Sharon hadn't stopped her when their conversation moved from talking about how the blonde's night had gone to the things she wanted to do to Sharon's body.
"I'd - -" she cleared her throat and licked her drying lips, "- - I'd love that."
"I know you would." Andrea chuckled, dry and far too sexy, smug in a way that only Andrea Hobbs could make sound attractive while drunk. "I - - the other night, when you were wearing that dress - -" Andrea hiccuped and laughed.
Sharon smiled but said nothing.
"God, I wanted - -" Andrea let out a soft moan, and Sharon's heart forgot to beat. "Your breasts - - oh, dear." Another moan met Sharon's ear, sharper, undeniable. "You looked, oh, you looked…"
Sharon waited in the silence, forcing herself to stay still, quiet. She ignored the persistent throbbing and wetness she could feel beneath the hand she had slipped into her pants when the first moan had caused an ache she couldn't ignore. Whether she would later feel guilty for her neediness or not was the last thought on her mind when Andrea kept letting out soft moans.
Andrea moaned again, long and deep; Sharon could just see her lips being licked by the blonde's tongue. "Delicious," she purred. "You looked like something I could spend all night tasting."
Sharon groaned, gushing around her stilled fingers. "Andrea," she breathed out, but that was all she could say.
"Oh - - wanted to lick and kiss down to your breasts," she went on, her breathing faster. There was movement in the background, but Sharon couldn't work up the nerve to ask Andrea what she was doing; she would get her answer soon enough, she was sure of it. "Tell me you'd like it."
Sharon closed her eyes, feeling heat rush to her face. "I'd like it," she whispered.
Andrea moaned. "No, no. I need to hear it - - like before - - like you mean it." Sharon shivered, remembering the last time they did this - they'd both been sober then, though, and Andrea wasn't as bold sober as she apparently was when drunk. "I need to hear it, Sharon."
Sharon dragged her fingers up to her clit and bit into her lip, surges of pleasure making her head spin. "I - -" she rubbed along the side of the bundle of nerves, eyes squeezed shut. It was harder to be nervous when she was focusing on the sweet, sweet friction of her fingers, the heat that played along her spine, and the rush of moisture the moaning in her ear created. "I would love it."
Andrea 'mmm'ed. "Love what? Tell me what."
"You - - you kissing me."
The noise in the background grew louder; the sound of heavy breaths came more often. Sharon pictured the blonde touching herself, hand shoved into the pants she probably hadn't taken off before collapsing on the bed. Or was she wearing a dress or skirt? Maybe it was hiked up and the blonde's panties had been slid off. Sharon's breath hitched. Her fingers sped up. Her mind supplied her with image after image of the blonde's quivering body, sloppy but desperate thrusting and rubbing, inches and inches of flushed skin beneath disheveled clothes.
"My neck - - and, and my collarbone - - my chest - -" She could feel the wet heat of the blonde's mouth on the places she listed, sucking and kissing eagerly. A wet tongue trailing over hot flesh, smooth lips latching on to her neck and sucking until Sharon cried out Andrea's name and threw her head back. "Oh!" Andrea urged her on with throaty yeses, moaning and breathing heavily into the phone. "M-my breasts…"
"How - - how do you like it?"
Sharon paused, heart pounding in her chest. "How do I like…"
Andrea made a sound that was stuck between a giggle and a moan. "You like it when I'm slow and gentle while kissing your neck. But - - damn, you sound so good when I bite below your ear. And when I'm touching your breasts…" Andrea trailed off with a throaty moan that made Sharon's fingers twitch over her clitoris. "I already know they're sensitive."
Sharon's body flooded with desire. She brought her left hand to her breast, closing her eyes and imagining it was the other woman palming the flesh underneath the t-shirt. "Slow," she whispered, capturing the nipple between her fingers. Fuck, it felt so good, the nub hard and so very, very responsive to her touch. "But not too light," she breathed out shakily.
Andrea groaned. "That's the first thing I'm going to do to you."
After that it hadn't taken much, just the thought of Andrea's mouth on her breasts and she was gasping and tossing her head back as her fingers rubbed quickly over the side of her clitoris - right there, right there, right there!
Her name leaving Andrea's mouth between a desperate breath and a lengthy moan had nearly made her climax all over again. She could only imagine what it would be like once she was able to hear the breathy sound in person.
She shivered at the thought.
The end. Thanks for reading.