Hi y'all

First of all Happy International Women's Day.

This is a MAN's world
But it would be nothing, NOTHING
Without a WOMAN or a GIRL!

The next chapter is up. Sorry for the delay.

Hope you will like it. It is a smut but can't really rated it M (but I need to give a warning so here it is)

Thanks to my beta and Mary for the support

Enjoy.

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The walls of Sharon's bedroom are olive green. She likes when her sheets match the color of the walls. The lavender and grey bedclothes with soft flower pattern often help her find peace in some sleepless nights. She tried different fabrics for her sheets but at the end her choice is always linen.

They are staying near her bed. She looks at Andy, he is still, waiting and longing for her touch. She starts to move towards him, but instead of reaching him, she goes to her bed and opens it, slowly takes down the pillows. She turns around to face him again with a smile on her face. He makes no sound, no motion, but the impatience is very visible in his eyes. She gets very close to his dressed body. Her hands are taking his and she puts them on her waist, pressing them to her skin. "Hold on to me, Andrew," she says softly, looking into his eyes. Holding his gaze she reaches for his tie and starts taking it off, enjoying the silk fabric underneath her fingers. Then she presses her lips on his neck. His body is tense and the grip on her waist is getting tighter.

She unbuttons the first three buttons of his shirt and places three small kisses on his body. He takes a deep breath. "Close your eyes," she whispers to his ear, trying somehow to relent him. Pressing her lips to the shell of his ear she traces it gently while she finishes unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands are traveling under the shirt and she puts them on his bare shoulders and pushes it off. He lets it slide on the floor, but the second it is off his hands are on her waist again attracted to her body like magnates.

She steps closer to feels his warmth. Her fingers trail silly patterns on his chest. She bends her head and starts kissing his neck with increased velocity. His breathing is deep and wet. She touches his waist and her hands are caressing his skin softly, feeling all the imperfections of his body. He feels the urge to just hug her, to press her on him and just hold her but if he does that she will gave in and then they might stay embracing each other till the world ends. He doesn't want this world to end, not that quickly and not tonight.

Her hands travel to his belt and start to unbuckle it before they both surrender to this tenderness, that she knows he needs, even if he is trying to fight it, he always fights it. She is unzipping his pants with urge in her movements. She grabs the hem of his pants and pulls them down, crouching in front of him. He opens his eyes and sees her, the image that he takes in reminds him of all the naked women on Rembrandt's paintings. She helps him step out of his clothes. And while standing up she traces her palms on his naked body, the strong muscles in his legs, with her fingertips she touches every scar she finds on her journey to his neck. Now they are equals. Standing there equally naked, equally ready, equally broken and equally free.

The kiss they share is not the first of the night, but the urge and intensity speak for itself. He tastes like chocolate that he ate in the break room while she was sipping her peppermint tea. They did that together thinking it might help them forget the disasters of the previous days. His hands pull her closer, his fingers caressing her cheek steady and firmly, her tongue is dancing with his and her arms are linked behind his neck. They kiss until the room is filled with their moans. In this moment their world is vibrating and pulsing full of life.

He unclips her bra and she lets it fall, he touches her breasts, she shivers lightly. Their movements are restless and hurried. She reaches his boxers and pulls them down, while he caress and touches her panties on her ass. Fully undressed and fully aware of themselves, they steps to her bed in union. He sits in the middle of the bed upright and she straddles his lap, moving gently atop of him. They are equals right now, the rules have changed. Their bodies are linked on every level, the emotions and motions are filled with voices and needs. He needs her close, now he can embrace her. She needs to kiss him over and over. He touches her back, she whimpers in pleasure. Their bodies hold no secrets from each others. The journey of pain, anticipation has transformed into pleasure and sweet surrender. Their world is finally lived fully, without hesitation. The rhythm increases, the blood is flowing faster. He scrapes his teeth on her pulse point, she digs her nails in his lower back. Entropy in the room increases exponentially with the wet and loud noises they make. She never was a vocal one, but tonight all the rules have changed, it is one of those nights. It seems they want to overwhelm one another, all the senses are in play, the smell of their sweaty skins, the taste of their sweet kisses, the sound of the deep pleasure and the frenetic touches of their warm bodies. The release and relief is near. Suddenly the explosion of pleasure and their own world comes in the middle of a deep kiss. His one hand is buried in between their legs, the other on her hard nipple, her teeth are on his shoulder and her hands on his back, holding him tight. The movements slow down, their breaths are heavy and loud. In this brief moment they are confined in time and space. In one small fragment of the night nothing else matters, just them. He falls back on the mattress, taking her with him, she is still breathing deeply on the crock of his neck. He finds the switch to the lamp.

The room is dark, there is no sound, no motion.

Thank you for reading.

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