She walked slightly in front of him until they stood in the elevator. Sharon pressed an arm across her abdomen, holding onto her elbow with her right hand. Her purse slung over her shoulder. She watched as he shifted forward to hit the button for his floor. Fritz's hands were shoved into his pockets, and Sharon smirked. He probably wanted to get her into his apartment.
Staring at her reflection in the stainless steel of the elevator door, she shook her head. She dropped her pursed to the floor. She turned on her heel. Her hands moved out and she gripped his arms, shoving him back. Her lips were on his. She pressed her body tightly against his. She wouldn't let him move. Her toes dug into her stilettos as she moved up into him. Her mouth was hot against his.
Her fingers roamed the expanse of his chest, feeling the heat beneath his button-up. His arms moved around her, and she felt him tug her closer. It was just as she wanted. She scraped her nails up and around his neck, running her fingers through the short hairs she found there. Her tongue rubbed along his, and she drew in a long breath. One of his hands slipped down and another up. Sharon felt tingles flow through her spine.
Her hand skimmed down his chest, his stomach, straight to his groin. She heard his moan echo throughout the elevator, and it made her chuckle. She felt like she had power. He moved her in closer, sliding his leg between her feet and lifted her up. Sharon's lips left his, and she smiled.
They both heard the elevator door open. Sharon turned her head to look at it and realized they were at his floor. Her body was still against his. Turning back to look at him, she bit her lip. She latched her lips onto his throat and rolled her hips against him. She could feel his heat against her. The doors beeped shut, and Sharon found her back to the elevator wall. The railing dug into her. She arched her back to try and relieve the pressure.
His lips were at her throat. She hummed and clutched at his sides. She reached up and started to pull at his tie, loosening it. Fritz jerked into her when the elevator started to move down. He kissed her roughly, and Sharon's head spun. He shuffled quickly when the doors opened, bending down to pick up her purse. He held it in his hand and reached his other out for hers. Sharon stepped closed to him as a man walked into the elevator.
She blushed and ran her free hand over her cheeks, wiping her wayward lipstick from around her mouth. She looked over the buttons for the floors and had no idea when Fritz had hit the one for his floor again, but it was lit up. She stepped closer to him and pressed her cheek into his shoulder. Fritz bent his head and pressed a kiss into her hair.
The man's floor came first. He stepped out and turned down the hallway, but not before giving her a once-over and nodding at Fritz with a knowing smile. The exchange made her blush even more. He didn't move until the elevator doors opened on his floor. He started to move, dragging her along with him. Sharon gladly followed.
He handed her the purse as soon as they reached his door. She watched him fish keys out of his pocket, and he shoved one into the dead-bolt and then into the handle. He kissed her sweetly before sliding the door open and stepping inside. Sharon dropped her purse next to the tall table by the door where Fritz put his keys into a ceramic bowl. He locked the door behind her and started to pull off his jacket.
Sharon jumped at the opportunity. She grabbed his cheeks and forced his lips against hers. Fritz dropped his jacket to the floor, and she pressed up against him. Her body flushed hot. She breathed in hard, trying to catch her breath that disappeared. His hands roamed over her ass and chest. She moaned into his mouth.
She felt the buttons at her stomach pop open one by one. The material of her blazer brushed against her skin as he shoved it off. She moved her shoulders back to allow for it to fall away, her hands finding him again. Sharon moved fast. She undid the front of his shirt, pushing it off his body. She bit his lips lightly and looked up at him, her eyes traipsing over his face and the small smattering of hair on his chest. She smiled, her eyes crinkling in the corners as she did so.
Leaning down, she brushed her hair behind her ear and enclosed her lips around his left nipple. Fritz's hands went to her hair, holding on tightly. He tugged gently and laughed. She brushed a finger over his belt. She refrained and stood up straight. They were kissing again. Her lips on his moved incessantly, and she became lost in the sensations. His hands ran along her sides, warming the silk camisole she wore with his fingertips.
He pushed her shoulder, and she took an awkward step back, stumbling. Her heel fell off her foot, but her lips were still locked against his. She toed her shoe away and slid the other off as he pushed her back again. She fingers ran along the edge of her skirt and on her bare skin, sending goose bumps over her chest and arms. Sharon sighed and let him continue. His lips on her neck were doing delicious things to her insides.
Sharon's breath caught in her throat when he nipped at the skin at the base of her neck. Her fingers tightened into his sides, and she started to lose complete rack of what he was doing. He shifted. She felt the change in angle before she felt cool air on her abdomen. He was lifting her shirt. She wrapped her arms around him for a moment before he pulled the silk completely away from her body. Both let it flutter to the ground below. Fritz's hands were on her in a second. Her lips quivered when he squeezed her breasts.
She turned her head to the side and found his lips pressed close to her ear. "You want to know something about guys?" he asked, his breath brushing the skin on her neck.
She hummed. "What?"
"We don't like these except when there is a shirt over them." His fingers slid under each cup of her bra before he reached behind her and skillfully unhooked the clasp. "We just want what is underneath them."
His words forced a giggle from her lips, and she couldn't stop it. The bra was gone, and his hands showed no sign of leaving her breasts any time soon. She arched her back and reached around to slide the zipper on her skirt down, shucking the material.
Fritz's jaw dropped.
Heat raced to her cheeks when she caught him staring at her. Sharon bit her lip, lowered her lashes, and eventually, looked back up at him. He kissed her lips tenderly before looking at her directly in the eyes. "You make all things beautiful, Sharon."
Her insides warmed with pleasure and embarrassment. She had no idea what to say back to him. Instead of speaking, she reached forward and leaned in for a long kiss. His hands on her hips started to skim down, and when she looked at him, she realized he was pushing her black cotton panties over her legs. She stepped out of them, but he stayed on his knees.
Sharon furrowed her brow and ran fingers through his spiked hair. "Fritz?"
"Do you mind?"
Her head turned to the side as she debated. Slowly shaking her head from side to side, she gave him permission. Fritz kissed the front of her left thigh first, before slowly moving toward her inner thigh. Sharon threw her head back, gripping onto the back of the couch, which was surprisingly closer than she thought it was. She leaned back, her legs widening and her heart pounding. She waited to feel his tongue against her.
Soft, gentle kisses had her squirming with anticipation. Fritz wasn't lingering, but he wasn't giving her exactly what she wanted in that moment either. Then he was. His tongue pressed flat against her, and all her movements stilled. Sharon held her breath in her chest, waiting until he moved again.
He did.
She released the air and cried out as he started to suck gently at her, rolling her between his lips and tongue. Her nails dug into the fabric of the sofa as she tried to hold onto some semblance of control. It had been far too long since someone with skill had done this to her. Her hips swayed back and forth, and he had to grip onto her legs to keep her from moving further. She let out a short breath before a moan, still trying to contain the noises she made.
Her knee popped, and she ran her fingers through his hair, gripping onto the short strands. Fritz looked up at her. His dark eyes watched her carefully. Her cheeks were no doubt flushed, but beyond that Sharon had no idea what look she gave him. Her sight became unfocussed and she lost all train of thought as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Then next time she went to look down, he stood in front of her. He had his belt undone and his slacks around his ankles. Sharon drew in a sharp breath. Fritz's hands were on her hips, and he lifted her onto the edge of the back of the couch. She gripped onto his shoulders for dear life while he moved her. He ran a finger over her cheek and chin until she looked up, and they locked eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his eyes not leaving hers.
She blushed more in response. No one had ever asked her that. She bit her lip and nodded. Fritz bent his head and kissed her. Their tongues slid together, and his hands were on her again, warming her body to its previous state. She was about ready to come undone when he stopped. He held himself carefully, and she watched as he shifted forward on his toes.
The first instant of connection was beyond what she could have imagined. She hummed and widened her legs. Fritz took another step and started his exploration with fingers again. She bent her forehead, resting it against his shoulder as he moved. She would be of little help beyond where she sat. Her legs wrapped around him loosely, her heel hitting just below his knees. His breath was on her ear, and she felt each exhale.
His fingers brushed across her. She jerked and tightened her grip. She was right. It didn't take long. She lost count of how many times he pinched her, but the last one did her in. Her muscles tightened around him, and she heaved breaths of air. Her body jerked as he continued to push in and pull out of her. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She kissed his shoulder and waited as her orgasm hit the last dregs of pleasure. These were always her favorite. This was when she could finally focus on the pleasure her body was receiving and when she was able to dwell in what had happened.
Fritz's movements sped up. The couch shifted under the force, and she nearly squealed from the suddenness. Fritz took a step forward to keep their same positions and increased his speed. There was nothing left to stop. He jerked awkwardly once before stilling immediately. She felt heat rush through her core and reveled in it. It would be a long time before she felt another man inside her again.
Sharon's forehead was still plastered to his shoulder when she heard the phone go off. She ignored it and so did he. It was her cell, and it was only a text message. She guessed five minutes had passed before it went off again. Sharon sighed and looked over his shoulder to her jacket splayed out on the floor.
She kissed him quickly. "I should probably look at that."
"Yup," he said, but didn't move.
"Fritz?"
"Two seconds."
She gave him the time, and he stepped away from her. She started giggling when she saw the tie still loosely hanging around his neck. Giving in to temptation, she tugged him back for another long kiss.
"Phone."
"Right," he said, shaking his head. He stumbled over to her jacket and reached in to pick it up. Handing the device to her, he started to pull off his pants.
Sharon squinted at the screen. She tried to make out the words, but everything looked blurred to her. "Fritz? Do you mind reading it? I forgot my reading glasses somewhere."
"Yeah." He took the proffered cell and read from it. "Henry's sick. You need to come home."
"Shit." Sharon stepped toward her clothes and started to pull them onto her body. "I need you to drive me back to my car."
"I can just drive you to your apartment."
"I'll need my car." She looked him dead in the eyes before pulling her camisole over her head.
"Okay." He nodded and started to dress himself.
Sharon gave in and pressed a hand to his cheek. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'm the only one-"
"It's okay. I get it." He gave her a huge smile. "I actually envy it. I would love to have a child to take care of."
She giggled. "They really are a blessing." She kissed his cheek and finished dressing, waiting only a minute before they left.
