Merry Christmas baby
Sure do treat me nice
Merry Christmas baby
Sure do treat me nice
Bought me a diamond ring for Christmas
I feel like I'm in paradise
I feel mighty fine, y'all
I've got music on my radio
Feel mighty fine, girl
I've got music on my radio,
oh, oh, oh
I feel like I'm gonna kiss you
Standing beneath that mistletoe

"Mmm…." Sharon murmured, her eyes remaining closed as she clung to the last vestige of sleep while Andy's lips nuzzled into her neck. Undeterred by her unwillingness to wake, Andy unerringly found that spot at the base of her throat, the one that seemed to have erotic nerves attached straight to her groin, and began a gentle suction. Sharon arched with a moan, finally opening her eyes.

"Good morning." Andy smiled against her warm skin, his voice husky with sleep. He knew that would do the job. It always did.

"Mmm…morning." She arched again in a stretch that pushed her hardening nipples against the silky fabric of her negligee. "That feels so nice…" she purred, one of her hands falling to Andy's head to run her fingers sensuously through his thick short hair while he continued to nuzzle her.

"Mmmhmmm…" he agreed, cupping his big hand over her breast and teasing the sensitive hard peak with his thumb. "It does feel nice." His lips trailed from her throat, down over her chest, nibbling lightly on the swell of her breast before finally closing over her nipple, his tongue teasing her through the silky fabric.

"Aaandy…" His name came out on a breathless sigh, her hips beginning a restless squirm of arousal.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

Oh, he knew what she wanted; he just liked making her tell him. And she knew from experience he just might deny her until she did. So, she parted her thighs and gave a soft plea. "Touch me, Andy…Please. "

"Oh babe, there's nothing I like more than touching you. You're so soft, so warm.' His hand began a tantalizing path up the silky skin of her inner thigh. Sharon's hips became even more restless, urging him to up to where she needed to be touched. But Andy was in no rush this morning. It had taken him so long to be granted the privilege of caressing her so intimately he wanted to savor each and every moment. Besides, nothing was sexier than Sharon Raydor writhing against him, begging him to make love to her. And beg him she did.

Finally, with her frustration mounting, Sharon grabbed the hand that was tracing the lacy edge of her low cut panties from hipbone to hipbone and pulled it directly over her mound.

"Oh, is this where you wanted me?" His statement was all innocence, but the sexy cocky smile on his handsome face was not.

She smirked back at him. "You know damn well it is."

"Well then…" He slipped his hand into her panties sliding his middle finger right down her center. She gasped and involuntarily thrust her hips up at him wanting much, much more of that. Instead, after a few teases Andy withdrew his hand. She gave a soft whimper of distress.

"Don't worry, there's more where that came from. I just need better access." With that he began peeling her panties down her hips and over those long sleek legs he could never get enough of. Tossing the panties aside he rose up over her body and smiled down at her while he continued his erotic caress between her thighs.

Sharon could feel his hardening cock pressed against her belly when he bent to kiss her. Irresistibly drawn to it she let her hand trail down to give his butt a firm squeeze before reaching between their bodies to wrap his shaft in her palm.

"Mmm…God Shar," he groaned against her lips. "That feels so damn good."

"Oh yes it does." Sliding her hand up and down his length she reveled in the feel of the soft satiny skin covering his pulsing marble hardness. "But I know something that will feel even better. If you're up for it."

"Sweetheart, I don't think you need me to tell you how much I'm up for it, the evidence is right there in your hand."

Sharon giggled, running her thumb over the head of his penis, already slick with his arousal "Yes, you definitely are. " Gently she pushed at his chest, rolling him over onto his back so she could straddle his hips.

Now it was her turn to smile down at him. Placing a hand on each side of his shoulders she bent and kissed him deeply, her hair enveloping them in a sensuous, perfumed cocoon. His hand moved back between them, his fingers brushing over the soft neat little triangle of curls before slipping back into her slick wet heat. Sharon threw her head back crying out softly when he found her clit, circling over it again and again until she couldn't stand to be empty for one moment longer. Taking him in hand she aligned their bodies and slid down on him, both groaning with the exquisite rapture of finally being joined.

Andy loved nothing more than watching a completely nude Sharon ride him, but there was something about being joined with her while she still wore her clinging satin chemise that was incredibly sexy too.

"You're so damn beautiful," he said, raising his hands to cup her breasts while she sensuously slid up and down on him, her head thrown back, teeth biting into her lower lip with the stretch of his penetration.

Sharon savored every inch of him, until fullness and pressure wasn't enough, until she needed to release the masculine power she knew he was restraining. Lying down fully on top of him, her words were both a demand and a plea. "Andy, please… now."

It was the cue he'd been waiting for. He knew exactly how she liked it. His hands moved over her back tracing her spine before finally resting on the curve of her rear, squeezing and kneading her as he began thrusting fast and furiously up into her. "God, I love your ass," he groaned while pulling her down onto him with each upward thrust. Soon what had begun with the low embers of sleepy morning sex flamed into a bonfire of heat and need, the room filling with Sharon's sharp little cries and whimpers and Andy's deep guttural groans as they both came apart in each other's arms.

"Papa Andy, Sharon, time for breakfast." Flinging the door open, Scott stopped in his tracks. "What are you doing?" He asked.

Still lying on top of Andy, trying to catch her breath, Sharon froze, at first in shock and then not wanting to move and give the boy a lesson in sex Ed he wasn't ready for. Never had she been more grateful to have made love still clothed-for the most part.

"Uh, Scotty you really should knock before going in someone's room," Andy said. "Sharon and I are having grown up private time right now."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm supposed to knock. Don't tell 'kay?" Scott turned to leave the room but then gave a quick puzzled glance back. "Were you guys wrestling? "

"Uh…yeah," Andy said. "That's exactly what we were doing."

"Okay."

"Scott," Nicole called from downstairs. "I told you not to wake up Papa Andy and Sharon."

"It's okay, Mom," he called back. "They're already awake. They were wrestling."

"Oh my God." Sharon buried her face in Andy's chest with mortification.

"Wrestling, huh?" Emily gave Nicole a knowing grin after Dean took the boys off to get dressed.

"Oh stop. Let's just stop talking about it," Ricky groaned.

"I don't know why you boys are so freaked out, it's just sex," Nicole shrugged. "People have sex."

"Not my MOTHER," Ricky shuddered.

"He's right," Rusty agreed. "Can we just stop talking about Mom and Andy and…You know."

Emily gave her cringing brother an exasperated look. "Rusty, they're living together. You live with them. What do you think they do in the bedroom?"

"They're sleeping and that is ALL I will allow myself to believe."

"Amen, little bro." Ricky gave Rusty a high five.

Emily and Nicole were still chortling with laughter when Andy and Sharon, now in their robes joined them in the kitchen, Sharon still flushed with embarrassment and Andy with a self- satisfied grin.

Sharon quickly took Nicole aside. "I want you to know Scott didn't see anything. We were…um…"

"Finished." Andy supplied, grabbing a bagel. Sharon elbowed him. "What?" he asked innocently. "It's the truth, we had just finished."

"Oh God," Rusty and Ricky covered their ears. "Lalalalalala."

Rolling her eyes at the boys Nicole took pity on her father and his girlfriend. "It's fine," she said resting a hand on Sharon's arm. "You're just lucky it was Scott, it all went right over his head. Ty might have been a different story."

"We were so wiped out last night we just fell into bed. We'll remember to lock the door tonight," Andy promised, a grin crossing his face at the groans that continued to come from the table.

"Can we talk about where we're going to ski today?"

"Rusty." Sharon turned to him with surprise. "I didn't think you really cared all that much for skiing."

"I don't, but I'd rather discuss just about anything other than your sex life."

TBC