Rated M
Sharon had learned long ago that there were only two appropriate ways to wake up Andrea Hobbs when the attorney had the day off: with coffee, or with tender caresses. Every other method tried in the past had led to Sharon having to spend the morning with a cranky blonde who was at least twice as sassy as her usual self. Most mornings Sharon chose the safe option of letting the other woman sleep in as long as she liked.
Today, Andrea wakes up to coffee and Sharon's mouth brushing her skin with gentle kisses as the brunette's fingers stroke her hair. And if the low hum the waking woman makes is anything to go by, she approves of this.
Sharon had been watching Andrea sleep from her side of the bed, following the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath the gray sheet draped over her body. The older woman had been content just looking at Andrea - she'd always enjoyed the quiet moments in the morning before she needed to tend to life, and she enjoyed them even more once she started spending those mornings with the blonde in her bed. Sharon had listened to the soft sounds Andrea made in her sleep, watched the wriggling of the blonde's nose and the furrowing of her brow. After a while, simply watching had not been enough for the brunette. She needed to touch and feel and breathe in Andrea, a desire that she knew very well.
Wanting to give Andrea a little more time to sleep, Sharon had gotten up from the bed and made the blonde's favorite coffee, knowing that she would appreciate the gesture. She herself had always been an early riser, ever since she was young. But Andrea liked to sleep in whenever she could. Sharon let her most days, only disturbing her partner's rest when she absolutely had to or, on rare occasions, when she was craving intimacy and was feeling a little too needy to wait for Andrea to wake on her own. Sharon would put a stop to it if Andrea ever showed any signs of it bothering her - but that had yet to happen. Only after the coffee was made and brought into the bedroom did Sharon decide how she would go about waking the blonde from her sleep.
Sharon appreciated this time they had where they could just enjoy one another, be able to lay in bed and do very little else. They both had demanding jobs that kept them busy and out of the house for long hours, but when they were together, they took advantage of it. That was what Sharon had planned on doing when she moved towards the middle of the bed and pressed her mouth to Andrea's shoulder. Her eyelids had fallen shut right away, giving her the opportunity to simply drink in the warmth that met her mouth when she started slowly kissing her way from the blonde's shoulder to her clavicle, and then back up again.
While adoringly gifting Andrea's shoulder with tiny kisses and massaging her scalp, Sharon had heard little hums come from the blonde's throat, felt her shifting slightly and moving towards Sharon. But it isn't until she's speaking that Sharon knows for sure that she has successfully woken her blonde bedmate.
"Mmmm. A little higher," Andrea mumbles into her pillow, and Sharon laughs against Andrea's shoulder before following her directions. She brushes loving kisses up sleep warm skin, following the line of her neck until she gets to the blonde's jaw and Andrea moans deep and slow. The moan floats in the air after it's released, filling the quiet bedroom with the sweetest sound of pleasure. "Now my lips," she whispers, voice raspy from sleep but encouraging.
Sharon smirks, getting more comfortable beside Andrea and caressing one of the blonde's cheeks with the backs of her fingers. Her skin is so incredibly smooth; Sharon runs her hand across the cheek once more, watching the woman melt beneath her touch. Andrea's eyes flutter open, the pale blue catching the stream of sunlight and twinkling as she gazes into Sharon's eyes. Sharon shifts her head on the pillow and watches as her partner's smile grows. A moment passes where they simply smile at one another, and then Andrea looks at her pointedly, licking her lips and batting her lashes.
A small snort escapes Sharon's nose. She brushes her thumb over Andrea's cheekbone, tender and slow. She leans in and presses her mouth to Andrea's and holds her lips there, breathing in the smell of sleep and Andrea, falling deeper into her warmth and love with each second she stays like that. Facing each other on their sides, their noses touching and their legs already tangling underneath the sheet, Sharon feels her heart swell with emotion and her skin tingle. Full lips curve against her own and it makes Sharon's pulse quicken just being able to feel the smile Andrea gives her.
Andrea runs her fingers through Sharon's hair, the strands lightly pulling at her scalp and making it tingle from her head down to her toes. Her breath hitches and her lips part against Andrea's, just as the blonde opens her own mouth to brush her soft lips across Sharon's gently. The hand in her hair travels down to her neck, her shoulder, over the bare skin of her arm, the tips of Andrea's digits barely grazing the slowly heating skin. The feather light touch makes her shiver and breathe out a breathy sigh into Andrea's mouth.
"I smell coffee," Andrea mumbles against Sharon, pulling the brunette over and rolling onto her back.
Sharon lets out a laugh full of affection, easily adjusting atop Andrea, feeling arms wrap around her. Their lips brush together a few more times and then Sharon responds, "I thought you might need some to wake you up."
Andrea grins up at her. "You've done a fine job of that already," she states with a chuckle, slipping her tongue out to moisten her lips. "But…" She eyes the mug, a contemplative look in her eyes that makes Sharon laugh again.
Sharon kisses the blonde's lips and untangles their limbs. She gets up from the bed and tilts her head to the coffee. "Go ahead," she says with a low chuckle of her own.
Andrea raises up on her elbow and reaches for the mug that waits for her. "Coffee and morning kisses," she says as she brings the steaming mug to her mouth, thoughtful. She blows on it and eyes Sharon. "There's either bad news or someone's trying to get in my good graces." As she drinks her coffee, she raises her brow and continues to look at Sharon.
Sharon laughs in her throat and fidgets with the hem of her nightgown. The blonde lets out a soft moan and puts the mug back on the night table, licking her lips and nodding at Sharon. Her eyes fall down to Sharon's hand, and Sharon slowly glides the silky material up her thigh a little. A grin instantly grows on Andrea's lips and the blonde sits up, more alert.
"Are you going to take that off?" she asks, looking Sharon up and down with a heavy gaze.
The air in the room is warm, but under the blonde's watching eyes Sharon's nipples harden and press into the navy nightie she's wearing. "I was considering it," Sharon responds, inching the material up her thigh so slowly it barely reveals more skin than was already showing. When Andrea licks her lips and swallows audibly, Sharon presses her own lips together tightly to hide the smirk that's trying to appear on them. "Do you want me to?"
Andrea flicks her darkening eyes up to look at Sharon, pushing herself back against the headboard. "Do you even have to ask?" Andrea brushes her hair back with her hands and licks her lips hungrily, again, her eyes going back to Sharon's thighs. "That's why you woke me up, isn't it?" she asks in a teasing tone.
The question is rhetorical, of course, because Sharon's sure that her lover knows her well enough by now to know there are very few reasons why she would purposely wake her from her sleep. So instead of answering verbally, Sharon guides her nightgown up her lean thighs and watches Andrea worry her bottom lip with her teeth. The blonde's nostrils flare, and Sharon shivers. She doesn't tease too long, guiding it up and then working it back down, just a few times because she enjoys the way it makes Andrea groan softly in her throat.
She gets it up to her navel before Andrea gets that impatient look of hunger that makes Sharon's pulse quick. The brunette smirks and lets it fall down completely and crawls back into the bed, holding Andrea's gaze the whole way there. She dampens her lips and visibly struggles to maintain eye contact with Sharon, her darkened eyes dropping down to the view of Sharon's breasts.
She reaches out and pulls Sharon to her, hurrying her up. "Take it off," she orders in a rasp.
Sharon settles on her knees in front of Andrea. She takes Andrea's hands and puts them on her hips, leaning into the blonde's mouth. "If you want it off, take it off," she whispers back, her eyes falling shut as she brushes her mouth across Andrea's parted lips.
Andrea moans and slides her hands from Sharon's hips to the hem of the nightgown, the pressure of her hands making the brunette's skin hot. The taste of the coffee on the blonde's lips encourages her to sweep her tongue out to taste it better, find the taste beneath. Andrea's fingers grip and squeeze, thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Sharon groans and slides her hands up the blonde's arms and shoulders, holding and pulling her closer, deepening their kiss and pouring everything she's got into it.
Even more than just lying in bed watching Andrea sleep in the morning, she enjoys this. She looks forward to being able to kiss and touch her lover. She loves knowing that Andrea wants the same things she does, that they share the desire to be close to one another. They kiss and kiss, their lips moving slowly across each other, their tongues darting out to lick, their teeth lightly nipping. Andrea draws nonsensically on Sharon's thighs, underneath the silky material, and it makes Sharon ache and moan. Their kiss breaks momentarily as Sharon's head tumbles back, brown hair spilling down her back.
Sharon's cups Andrea's breast through her shirt, rubbing a hard nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Andrea's breath halts; Sharon squeezes and twists, and Andrea releases a shaky moan. Sharon smirks and brings their mouths back together, kissing her hard and passionately. Their moans blend and fill the air. Soon touching Andrea above her shirt just isn't enough for the brunette and she slides her hands down, pulling and trying to work it up while keeping their lips tightly sealed together.
Andrea lets out a sound that's part chuckle, part groan. She stops Sharon, taking the brunette's hands into her own. Before she can protest, her hands are released and Andrea nips at her sensitive bottom lip, pulling it between her tightly clamped teeth. It aches, the kind of ache that swims all through her body and makes her flush with heat. The blonde then gathers the material of Sharon's nightgown and glides her hands up the brunette's sides.
Sharon watches as she slowly slides the smooth fabric upward, revealing her skin to the electrified air and Andrea's hungry gaze. She trembles when it brushes her breasts, and again when she holds her arms up so Andrea can remove it completely. Once it's off, Andrea licks her lips and pulls her in for another kiss that quickly comes to an end when Sharon starts pulling at Andrea's shirt again, not giving up this time until she gets it off.
Sharon sits atop Andrea's outstretched legs after throwing the blonde's shirt aside. She smiles when Andrea wraps her arms around her waist, her breathing calming down slowly. She's always loved the way she looks when she just wakes up, hair messy, features relaxed, skin clean from makeup; she takes a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight in front of her. Sharon leans in and presses a kiss to the blonde's forehead, then her nose, her left cheek, and then the right. Andrea grins at her and then leans her head back against the headboard and licks her lips, eyes slowly moving down from Sharon's face to her near-nakedness. Under the blonde's gaze, Sharon's nipples pucker further, the sensitive buds twitching as if they are already being touched.
Andrea sticks her tongue out between her lips to lick them again, an almost quiet hum forming in her throat. Sharon smirks brushing one of her hands across her own chest to pinch and twist a nipple. Andrea's lips part, and Sharon's blood boils beneath her skin, pleasure starting beneath her fingers and swimming down to pool between her legs. She switches to the other breast, giving it the same slow attention, more for Andrea's benefit than her own - not that she doesn't love the way it feels; she just knows how much it turns Andrea on to watch her do it and is aroused more by that. Her breath breaks its even flow and shakes, a soft mmmm pushing between her lips.
When both her nipples are hard and taut, sensitive, she leans in and captures Andrea's mouth in another kiss and presses her chest to Andrea's. The blonde shivers against her, their naked skin meeting, heated flesh against heated flesh, breasts against breasts. Sharon takes delight in knowing exactly how to make Andrea moan into her mouth, relishes in the fact that she knows that a little nibble on the blonde's lip makes her ache all over and that the sweep of her tongue just about anywhere in her mouth will bring out the most delicious groans from her throat. From the first time she kissed Andrea, Sharon had loved it, enjoyed how responsive the younger woman was, how easily she got turned on by Sharon. To this day, Sharon hasn't found anything to replicate the intense feelings she gets from making Andrea feel pleasure.
Their kisses start off soft and slow once again. Sharon threads her fingers through Andrea's sleep tousled hair and tilts her head to the right, capturing the blonde's lower lip with her own and softly sucking it into her mouth. Andrea's hands rub her back, a lazy up and down motion from the small of her back to her shoulder blades. With each stroke of Andrea's fingers, of their lips, Sharon feels their bodies heat further.
Andrea's hair slips through her fingers and she tucks it behind a delicate ear. Her fingers linger for a moment on Andrea's neck and then she runs them across the blonde's shoulder, where she grips and squeezes, pulling them closer to each other. Andrea moans into her mouth, and Sharon swallows the sound before bringing her right hand to the tight space between them to caress Andrea's abdomen and draw out another one of those sounds she loves so dearly. The muscles beneath her fingers ripple; she teases the skin she knows to be sensitive with the tips of her digits, swirling her fingers up and down the other woman's side. Feeling Andrea shiver gives her such a rush.
Their kissing becomes less coordinated when Andrea slides her hand down the slope of Sharon's back, all the way to the curve of her panty-clad ass. The blonde takes a handful of her flesh and squeezes. Sharon's breath catches in her throat and she rolls her hips, bringing both her hands back up to the blonde's face to try to guide Andrea's mouth where she wants her. But Andrea stays at Sharon's mouth, nipping and licking at her lips. When Sharon whimpers, Andrea chuckles and kisses her thoroughly. For several long moments all the brunette knows is the taste of Andrea's coffee flavored tongue and the sound of her own moans spilling into her lover's mouth as the blonde makes her feel breathless and wired.
When their breaths are hard and their bodies are hot, Andrea pulls away from her mouth with a groan. She presses kisses to Sharon's skin all the way over to ear, and Sharon turns her head to allow her better access. When the damp heat of her mouth meets Sharon's ear, the brunette shivers and breathes out roughly. Her hands, restless, caress and stroke wherever she can reach on her lover's body - shoulders, arms, the sides of her breasts. Andrea groans directly into her ear, and Sharon feels a throb of desire each time, hot and wet.
Sharon licks her lips and turns into the side of Andrea's neck, leaning her mouth down to the warm skin. When she places a wet kiss to her neck, mouth open, greedily trying to taste as much of Andrea as possible, the blonde thumps her head back on the headboard and whispers Sharon's name. It comes out shaky and desperate, and Sharon responds by pressing her teeth into the sensitive flesh. She's careful, not wanting to bruise the skin, but not so careful that she doesn't cause enough pain to make Andrea suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Sharon swirls her tongue over the stretch of flesh and then sucks it into her mouth, her body flooding with a new rush of arousal as Andrea moans her name again. Andrea tilts her head and stretches her neck, encouraging Sharon to move to another spot, which she does eagerly.
Andrea gasps. Sharon trembles. Fingers rake through her hair, gathering it, and Sharon kisses a loving path down from the blonde's neck to her clavicle. She licks and nips slowly, taking her time, her own hands mindlessly caressing Andrea's sides and stomach, thumbs digging into her flesh a little harder each time the blonde gets excited and gently tugs at Sharon's hair. Sharon can spend the entire morning just kissing on Andrea, listening to the sound of her breaths coming and going, even and then fast, soft and then harsh in her ear.
"Sharon," Andrea moans when her fingers stroke over the blonde's ribs, and the brunette lifts her head to look into lust-filled eyes. The blonde licks her lips, swallowing, her throat bobbing slightly; she's squirming beneath Sharon's body, and her skin is flushed. "Kiss me."
Sharon smiles and goes directly to the other woman's mouth. She cups her cheek and presses her mouth to Andrea's, hard but slow. Her fingertips tingle as if electric currents are moving through them. She can taste Andrea's need in the blonde's kiss, heavy on the woman's tongue when she licks into Sharon's mouth, sweet on her lips when she moans. Sharon drinks up every ounce of it, sliding one hand into Andrea's hair and the other to her chest. The blonde lets out a deep moan when Sharon palms her breast and gives it a tight squeeze.
They only break their kiss to lay down properly in the bed. Andrea pushes a pillow underneath her head and then drags Sharon back down to her mouth, wrapping one of her legs over Sharon's and one of her arms around her waist. Sharon falls into the blonde's body readily, the feel of silken skin beneath her making her hungry for more of her lover. It's the same desire that had led to her waking up the blonde, that need to feel and touch and breathe in everything that is Andrea. But now it's stronger, running deeper, making her head spin deliriously as they kiss.
She can't remember ever feeling like this before Andrea. She never did, she knows, because wanting to burrow herself in another human being had been a foreign concept to her until she started dating Andrea. She wants her warmth, her scent, her taste, the feeling of her body beneath her own, against her fingers, quivering, twitching, falling apart in ecstasy.
Andrea bites on Sharon's lower lip, and the brunette groans. She soothes the spot with her tongue, slowly tracing the older woman's lip with it; it tingles pleasantly, all the way from her lip to the space between her thighs. Sharon can feel the wet heat of Andrea's panties on her skin and knows she's just aroused as Sharon is; and Sharon's so very wet. She only gets wetter as they continue to kiss, kiss after kiss, slow and then hungrily and then teasingly slow again.
"You're driving me crazy," Andrea laughs into Sharon's mouth, and the older woman smiles against her lips.
"Am I?" she asks innocently, slowly kissing her partner's mouth, channeling all the love she has for her in the gentle brush of her lips.
Andrea breathes out a sigh, fingers stroking the hot flesh beneath them, following the curve of Sharon's spine. She draws lines of fire across the pale flesh, her nails pressing into Sharon's skin on every down stroke. "You know you are."
Sharon only smirks. She kisses the corner of Andrea's mouth. She kisses her cheek, her green eyes opening to look at the other woman. The sight of her like this never fails to arouse Sharon, her eyes shadowy with lust, her skin flushed with heat. Sharon moves her mouth down to Andrea's neck and licks a wet path over her throat before nipping at a sensitive spot.
Andrea takes in a sharp breath, her head tumbling back into the pillow. Sharon flicks her eyes up and watches Andrea's lips part to release a throaty moan when she starts a slow push-pull with her fingers on the blonde's breast. Sharon loves Andrea's breasts, the weight of them in her hand, how sensitive they are, how quickly Andrea gets breathless and worked up from having them stroked. She's pulsing with wet desire, the throbbing harder to ignore with each second that passes. Andrea's panting and squirming beneath her, arching into her touch, and Sharon's drowning in her every response.
Sharon kisses across her chest, slow but with a hard suction, just like Andrea likes it. She makes a wet, reddening, trail from her neck to a breast, slithering down her body until she can swirl her tongue around an erect nipple. The blonde gasps, and Sharon closes her eyes and tries to steady her own breathing, trying not to get too lost in the sounds Andrea's lets out. That familiar taste of Andrea's skin on her tongue makes Sharon groan, lick around the bud again, circling it a few times before pulling the nipple into the heat of her very eager mouth.
"Yes…" Andrea breathes, arching into Sharon's mouth and cupping the back of her head.
Sharon breathes out through her nose and sucks, flicking her tongue against the rigid pebble in her mouth. Andrea's hips jerk beneath her, and she presses down with her own. Her right hand, the one that had been massaging the other breast, moves down the blonde's side, nails lightly zigzagging over her smooth, hot skin. At the dip of her waist, Andrea's skin's so very sensitive, and the brunette presses her nails into it and scratches. It makes the blonde cry out, her entire body jerking this time, her own fingers gripping and clutching Sharon's back.
Sharon releases the nipple with wet pop and lifts her head to look up at Andrea, her lips forming a smile. Andrea's the perfect image of unadulterated pleasure, and it is gorgeous. She is gorgeous. Sharon closes her eyes and mouths at random spots on Andrea's body, never staying too long at first. She goes back to her mouth, kisses her hard and deep. She teases at her neck, nibbles her ear, licks her shoulder, moans into the space between Andrea's breasts as she takes them into her hands and squeezes.
By the time Sharon's outlining her ribcage with a fingertip and sucking the underside of one of Andrea's full breasts, the blonde's panting, hot and heavy, and praising Sharon's mouth so much that it makes the brunette blush. She'll never get used to it, she figures, having a lover so descriptive about what she likes, so quick to tell her exactly what she's thinking when she gets fucked. Nevertheless, it makes Sharon moan and work harder, hearing how good she makes Andrea feel, how much she loves it when Sharon sucks hard on her breasts and how fucking hot Sharon's tongue licking her nipples gets her.
"Jesus," Andrea whimpers. "Fuck," she breathes. Her entire body trembles and shakes, riding up into Sharon, fingers tight in Sharon's hair, pulling her back up to her breast when Sharon starts sucking on her stomach.
Sharon's almost painfully aroused herself, so it doesn't surprise how much Andrea starts to move beneath her when she massages her fingers into that sensitive spot where her waist dips and sucks on a mouthful of a breast. Andrea's breath stutters out and she grips Sharon's shoulder with the hand that is tangled in the brunette's hair. She can't be still - won't be still, no matter how hard Sharon presses her hips down to trap Andrea between her own body and the bed - can't stop trembling or panting.
"Oh…" she gulps, followed by a sharp, "yes."
Sharon sucks harder, encouraged by Andrea's hand pushing her down to her chest and the blonde's back arching up so high that Sharon feels like the blonde might bend right in half beneath her. Andrea lets out a sharp cry - and Sharon knows that sound, knows it very well. Her eyes pop open, mostly because Andrea's nails dig into her skin, but also to look up at Andrea. From her spot, Andrea's all stretched out flushed skin, throat working as she swallows.
Andrea's tense beneath her, quiet for a full three seconds, nails nearly piercing the skin of Sharon's shoulder. And then she cries out Sharon's name and falls back down to the bed, her body trembling.
Sharon only stops sucking when Andrea's fingers go slack, the ache in her jaw being completely ignored as she swallows the saliva in her mouth and lifts up to meet Andrea's eyes. Sharon's watched Andrea orgasm enough times to know without asking, studied the way she shakes and gasps - but - but in all the time they've been sleeping together, she's never seen her come without at least a little clitoral stimulation, so she has to ask.
"Andrea," she starts.
The blonde quiets her though, pulling her down to her mouth for a kiss. It's wet and sloppy, and only lasts for a moment before Andrea slowly rolls them over so Sharon's on her back. When she pulls away from her mouth, Andrea looks down at Sharon with a sheepish little smile.
"I've never…" Andrea's already flushed cheeks seem to darken to a deeper red, and Sharon reaches up and cups one of them with her hand. "That's never happened before," she mumbles, turning her mouth into Sharon's palm.
While Andrea looks embarrassed, Sharon's feeling extremely aroused and decides to make sure Andrea knows how much of a confidence boost it had given her. She plans on telling her, details and all if Andrea wanted to hear them, exactly how hot and wet it made her realizing she had been able to make Andrea orgasm like that. But first - -
Sharon pulls Andrea back down to her mouth and kisses her, hard and deep. Andrea's embarrassment disappears within seconds, and soon she's mouthing her way down Sharon's body and going straight to Sharon's underwear. Sharon doesn't have to beg for her not to tease; the look in the blonde's eyes shows she knows how ready Sharon is for her. Her lover slides her panties down her legs, and Sharon forgets to breathe when Andrea spreads her thighs apart and ducks her head and licks at Sharon's wetness.
Sharon gasps and puts her hands atop Andrea's, which have slid up to cup her breasts. The hungry groan Andrea makes before she delves between her folds makes Sharon whimper, and the way she sucks and licks in a steady rhythm makes Sharon's thighs shake. They both know she's not going to last long - she's moaning and bucking up to Andrea's mouth with urgency after so very little.
Andrea swirls her tongue around and then pulls Sharon's clit into her mouth, pillowing it with her lower lip and then licking the sensitive tip with her tongue. Sharon's stomach feels tight, her thighs pressing to either side of Andrea's head. The blonde massages her breasts, and Sharon starts to pant through her nose, her eyes squeezed shut. She's going to come. She feels the pleasure of an orgasm buzzing in the back of her head.
When Andrea releases the sensitive nub and blows her breath across wet flesh, Sharon twitches and moans out a shaky version of her lover's name that barely makes it out. A constant, heavy pressure against the side of her clit starts, and Sharon can hardly breathe. Her hips roll up to Andrea's mouth and stay like that, her shoulders and feet supporting her as she feels her orgasm rush to her core.
When she comes, it's with a sharp intake of breath and then a whimper, her body sinking into heat that threatens to swallow her whole. She barely registers Andrea's hands sweeping across her skin, or her lips kissing her sweaty body once she relaxes down on the mattress. Her eyes remain shut until Andrea kisses her and she can taste herself on the blonde's lips, the taste of herself reminding her that she has yet to get everything she'd wanted when she woke the blonde up. She wants the taste on her tongue to be from Andrea, still wants do so much more to the other woman. That desire flares up again, quickly, but it can wait for a little longer.
It's Saturday morning, and they have nowhere to be.
Prompt: Sharon and Andrea are making out (on a couch late at night, in bed in the morning…?) and things get heated but they're taking things very slowly. Except Sharon makes Andrea come from above the waist action only. And it's a first for them both.