The fourth time Sharon stepped into Fritz's apartment, she knew that Cindy no longer lived there. Her scent was completely gone or overshadowed by his. He had taken to cooking dinner for her, one night a week, when both Henry and William had after school activities, and this was the first time he seemed completely comfortable in his own home. Ninety-percent of the furniture was missing, replaced by a few lawn chairs and one couch that looked brand new.

She watched as he stuffed the dishes from previous nights into the dishwasher and turned back to her. Sharon was resting on one of the stools at the center island in total silence. There was nothing cooking. Usually he had pots going on the stove, the table already set and wine poured for her. This time there was nothing. She worried her lower lip and watched as he came over to her. Fritz walked up to her, placing two hands on her thighs and spreading her legs so he could step closer.

Without warning, his lips were on hers. Hot and demanding. She took it in stride, fisting the front lapels of his jacket that he had yet to shed, tugging him as close as possible without making her topple over. She moaned when he ran a hand up her side, leaving it just below her breast. Their dinners always comprised of massive amounts of kissing. Sharon threaded her fingers through the fine hairs at the back of his neck and held on tightly as his tongue and teeth grazed across her lips.

She shuddered and moved her fingers to his tie, pulling it until it was loose. He hadn't said much more than a hello to her at the door; he just let her in and went to the dishwasher. His lips were at her neck and the thoughts ran away from her. His tongue lapped at her skin, swirling in circles over the flesh, sending tingles throughout her body. Sharon reached down and grabbed for his hand, the ring no longer on his finger as she circled her thumb over it. She smiled and pulled his hand to her breast, placing it over her soft mound and waiting as he squeezed tight.

Sharon moaned, her lips parting as air escaped. "Fritz," she said, her voice a whisper as she dug her nails into the back of his neck again.

He moved away from her neck, taking her lips once more in a long drawn-out kiss. "Do you mind if we eat out tonight?"

She shook her head, still gripping him tightly. "No," she reiterated just before he kissed her again.

"Good, but in a bit."

Squeaking when he picked her up, Sharon held on for dear life. He carried her over to the couch and laid her down gently, his body covering hers in one swift motion. Sharon slipped her knees open more to accommodate him, sliding her shoes off onto the floor. Fritz's mouth was back at her neck, making lazy patters along her skin. She writhed under him, the weight of his body pressing into hers.

She ran her fingers up his back, under his jacket until she reached his tie again. Tugging, she made him move his mouth back to hers, capturing his lips as soon as possible. Fritz shrugged out of his jacket, balancing his body one hand at a time on the brand new couch until he was free of the material. He reached down and flipped the buttons to her blazer, sticking his hand under the edge of her white shirt as soon as opportunity afforded him

Fritz was a fantastic lover in Sharon's opinion. He always made sure that she was thoroughly pleasured and spent before he thought about himself, at least the six or so odd times they had met up. He shoved her shirt up and over her breasts, dropping a few kisses onto her stomach before tickling her sides. Sharon let out a squeak and reached for his hands, holding them tightly in hers while giving him a stern look.

"Fritz Howard."

"Sharon Raydor," he said, smirking.

She shook her head and brought his hands to her lips. "No tickling, remember?"

"Sure, I remember." His lips quirked into a smile before he leaned down, his lips open on the side of her stomach.

She heard him breathe in deeply, but it was already too late. Air flowed out from his lips onto her stomach, creating a loud noise. Sharon squealed and lifted her knees up to try and throw him off her. Turning her hips, she knocked him off and onto the ground, following him down. Sharon landed on top and immediately pushed herself up, wrinkling her nose at Fritz's look of pain. "You okay?"

"Shoe," he grumbled and turned to reach under him, pulling her shoe from his body.

"Sorry," she whispered while tugging off her blazer and pulling her shirt over her head.

Fritz ran his hands up her thighs under her skirt until he reached the apex where her legs met her pelvis. He moved them back down and stared up at her. "You truly are beautiful, Shari."

She scrunched her nose again. "Don't call me that."

"All right. I love it when you wear skirts." He gave her the cockiest grin she had ever seen and couldn't help but bend down and wipe it off his face with a kiss. He slowed down the embrace, breathing against her lips when they parted. "It makes it easier to do this." Reaching up, he plunged two fingers into her, stroking her clit at the same time.

Sharon moaned, her breath catching in her throat for an instant before releasing. She rested her forehead on his and breathed through his ministrations. He played her like a fine instrument, already knowing exactly what keys to push and what strings to pluck. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on her brow and her lower back as he continued, her hips rocking back and forth against her desire.

"Fritz," she made out when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there. Stay right there."

He reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide down just enough that he could grab her breast and massage her nipple between his fingers. Sharon kissed him when the soft waves of her orgasm rolled through her body. Sucking his lower lip between her teeth she smiled at him before kissing him fully.

"You're too good to me," she whispered into his ear, shuffling her body down his. She shimmied out of her underwear and skirt before moving back up, pressing kisses on top of his slacks covered legs and his button up covered chest. She pecked him loudly on the lips before settling her bottom on his hips.

"I do declare," she started, giggling as the southern accent floated through her lips. "That you are quite overdressed, sir." She walked her fingers up his chest until she reached his chin. Dipping her fingers into his hair and scraping her nails against his scalp, she kissed him, nibbling on his lips. "We'll just have to fix that."

She slipped the buttons through the tiny holes and divested him of the shirt as quickly as possible. Fritz helped her tug it off, along with the tie still hanging around his neck. Next she went to work on his undershirt, tugging it up and over his head. Sharon latched her lips around one of his nipples before he even had a chance to lie back down. He pushed her off, her put hitting the hardwood before he kissed her quickly.

"Pants," he said, by way of explanation.

"Kind of necessary."

"Just a bit."

Sharon giggled and pulled her hair over her shoulder and out of her face. She watched as he shimmied out of his pants, shoes and socks in that precise order, chuckling when he got his left foot stuck. Sharon didn't wait a second before she pushed him down and straddled him again. Rubbing her center over him, she groaned as the friction increased. Sharon increased her movements, her hands planted on his chest to steady herself above him. Fritz's dull nails dug into her hips, no doubt bruising her pale skin as he gripped harder.

"Fritz—"

"I got you, Sharon." He bucked his hips up to increase the pressure as she jerked, both knowing she was already close to her second orgasm of the night. He reached up with one hand, skimming his fingers over her breast and erect nipple, causing a noise in the back of her throat.

She closed her eyes and kept her movements going as long as possible, moving faster when his hand at her breast slipped between them and played over her again. The first touch took her by surprise, and her eyes opened so she could stare at him as they both continued. Her nose wrinkled and her breath caught in her throat as each second passed. Waves of pleasure started to wash over her, but she didn't stop. She kept rocking against him, holding her own over him as her orgasm captured her in its grasp and held onto her tightly.

Collapsing down on top of him, Sharon kissed his chest where she could reach and tried to let her breathing even out. Her muscles felt like rubber, and she doubted she would be able to lift herself above him if necessary in the next ten minutes. Fritz ran his hands over her back, soothing her as she calmed down. Her chest still heaved after two minutes and her mind still whirred with her inability to stop thinking.

Fritz pressed soft kisses into her shoulder, neck and hair as he waited patiently. It wasn't much longer before she turned to him, planting her lips on his and kissing him, letting her tongue rub against his. "Good?" he asked.

"Absolutely," she whispered back with a smile on her lips. "For the finale?"

He smirked and turned her over. Sitting up on his heels he reached for his slacks and pulled out a condom. Slipping it on, he bent over her rapidly cooling body and nibbled his way across her jawline and lips, to her ear and down her neck. She was overheated, her body putting off so much heat that he thought he would suffocate if he got too close. Never one to back away from a challenge or from danger, Fritz laid his body entirely on top of hers and latched his lips onto her breast.

Sharon groaned. Raising her knees into the air, she cradled his body with her own. Fritz ran his hands up and down her sides as he continued to lavish at her breasts, making them slick from his mouth. He started to move downward, but Sharon pulled him up, kissing him firmly. "Not tonight."

He nodded and pulled back slightly, letting his body align with hers. He slid into her slowly and deliberately, knowing that this part gave her the most pleasure. She was soaking wet and ready when he kissed her again before starting his movements. His hips moved in a rhythm, his hands holding his body close to hers as he continued. Sharon scraped her nails lightly down his chest before doing the same down his back, wanting in some way to mark him now that she could.

She was done for the night. He could easily tease her body into another orgasm, and if he continued to thrust into her for long enough she would once again feel the tugs of pleasure in her peripheral, but she had her fill and would give him his. Widening her hips more, she cupped his cheeks, sliding her hands into his hair to hold him close. She keened, low in the back of her throat, as he quickened his pace, sweat riddling his back and sides.

He was almost there. She clenched her muscles against him and felt him jerk. Each time he pushed into her after that, she did it again. Fritz pounded into her as hard as he could until he felt his own release. It was her turn to calm him. Running her hands over his back and face, Sharon waited as he calmed down.

Kissing him just under his ear, she smiled. "Can I have dinner now?"

"Absolutely. Just give me a second."

She giggled and waited until he was ready to start moving herself.