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Since San Diego a string of scenarios ran through Sharon's head whenever she lay in bed late at night. Whenever her children were sound asleep and her bedroom encased in boundless darkness that permitted fantasies to flutter into life. There was something uniquely beckoning about the hours surrounding midnight and her lonely double bed brought forth self-indulgent fantasies, the amplitude ranging from heated images of sex that burned through her like a bonfire in the darkest night of winter to more innocent scenarios. She tried to stay clear off those innocent images as they all had a bearing of domesticity; of hand holding, of making dinner together, of talks that carried with it unspoken support, of silent nights spent lying close to someone who cared and drowsing off to a peaceful sleep. The sex fantasies felt safer in the end. They weren't treacherous in their groundwork; a double-edged sword where she would end up hurting herself. Sex was simple – it was easier to succumb to, and when it inevitably came to an end, it wouldn't break her heart.
When they had finally found a suitable day to meet up, her fantasies flourished like a spring flower bud in bloom. Her senses became invaded by the images of delving into soft silk sheets and warm naked skin. Even if the notion of meeting up for a night of sex in a hotel felt a little crude to her, it was quickly overridden by the excitement she felt. She figured it was akin to a day at the spa; she was going to get pampered, sleep in a clean bed with a warm body and she would wake up to breakfast; not too bad.
Presently the sergeant had her firmly trapped between his own body and the sturdy hotel room door. Their room was bathed in a low hue of light, shadows playing in the spacious room. She responded to his kiss, her own excitement expanding as his body pushed into her, his lips hungrily devouring hers.
It was something she had had a hard time imagining in her fantasies; the exact feel of his body against hers, the form taller and larger than hers, his lips eager to kiss her as if he was discovering something new and arousing, and his rough hands paradoxical with a gentle feel to them. She had given it a lot of thought, tried to pin down the essence of their connection and the essence of him, and she had come to a revelation; she felt wanted without restriction with him. There was no pressure in their relationship, nothing to make her feel uncertain and there was no underlying current of hesitation. It was simple. It was safe. She felt careless.
"I've thought about you," Sergeant Flynn broke off the kiss to tell her, his voice low and husky, effortlessly striking a cord within her body. Her lower abdomen tightened in response as he pressed more firmly into her, the door reassuringly hard against her back. He had snuck one hand down her underwear, his skin soft and warm against hers, his fingers teasing wet folds.
She felt like fire incarnated; heat swept unhindered through her making her body flushed and hot.
"I've thought about this," he said in between leaving a hot trail of kisses along her neck. He worked his fingers, going in a painstakingly slow circle against her sex.
"Specifically, I've thought about making you come," he punctuated his statement just as his finger ghosted across her clit, "I want to hear you come, feel you come."
His eyes traced her face, pupils glinting and then his mouth pulled into a smile, "I've thought about you a lot."
"You have?" It was almost painful to breathe, pleasure taking on the quality of weight against her chest as he slowly caressed just around her clit with his fingers, his eyes intently on her. She felt speechless.
"Yeah," he breathed, his lips nearing hers again, "You have been fucking stuck on my mind."
His lips covered hers once more, insistent and warm, enveloping her in a strange hazy sensation highlighting the feeling of his fingers against her clit.
"Sergeant," Sharon started to say, pulling a little back from his lips. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say, but she needed to expel some of the surplus energy inside her. Her voice sounded estranged, like she was on the precipice of a moan.
"Andy," he intervened, his mouth pulling into a roguish smirk, "Unless you get off on calling me sergeant." He ended it with a chuckle, humor warm in his eyes.
"Andy -," she smiled, his name rolling off her lips more easily. She wanted to tell him how much she had looked forward to their night; that she had thought about him too, but just then he touched her clit again, sliding back and forth, and all words left her. Instead her voice hitched and it came out like a small moan.
His finger slipped over her clit with more pressure now, back and forth, and then he leaned into her, his hand going further under her underwear and one finger went up into her. She got swept away this time, her eyes closing of their own will.
"I want to make you come again and again," he whispered, the voice raw and full of promise, "all night."
His finger pulled out, slow and wet, and then he came back to circling her clit, this time gliding more easily back and forth in a quickened tempo. She spiraled further and further into pleasure, the volume of it intensifying till it became nearly unbearable.
"I am not going to object to that," she managed to whisper back, her own voice sounding like a weak echo of itself, ready to collapse in on itself.
He smiled cheekily, "I didn't think so."
"Cocky, huh," she retorted back, her voice nearly humming with pleasure.
"Yeah," he simply nodded, his smile containing a whole world of promise.
"I've thought about you too," she let him in on.
His mirth spread across his features at her statement and he leaned in, his lips capturing hers as he pressed more firmly against her. His fingers caressed a path around her clit that kept her on a strange edge of inadequacy; she needed just a little more pressure to be able to come, so close to going over the edge that she strained for the last bit.
She kissed him back, her hands finding his shoulders for support, her fingers going into the hair at his nape, grasping the strands when he meticulously avoided her clit as he circled. Instead he prolonged pleasure to the point where she angled her hips towards his fingers. Practically begging for sweet release.
Instead, his finger circled her entrance before sliding up into her, in and out, his smile widening.
"You're so goddamn wet," his voice rumbled in her ear as he slowly pulled his finger out only to slide it in again, "You've got me rock hard, you know."
This time she smiled, her eyes traveling briefly down, the thought of his cock inside her enough to tighten her abdomen even further, turning it into a tensed coil, ready to leap.
"Are you going to tease me all night?" she asked him, hurrying her words and suppressing a smile of her own, "I thought you said you wanted to make me come – all night."
"I will."
"Prove it," she angled her hips, feeling his fingers going further into her. She let out a sigh, her body more than ready to feel release.
"So impatient, huh?" he tilted his head, curiosity in his eyes and a damnable sweet smile on his lips. She hummed and then closed her eyes again, concentrating solely on his finger that insisted on going slower now.
She was just about to protest when he pulled his finger out entirely, but then he pressed the pad of his finger against her clit, the motion effortless as he glided his finger back and forth. The intensity of it was much higher now, his finger wet from her own juices and caressing easily back and forth, alternating between how much force he put into it. Some kind of estranged sound left her lips when he changed the rhythm and direction of his circling, abruptly pushing her over the edge. She felt herself contracting, her climax running through her akin to an electrical current, the force of it thrashed through her and left her soundlessly coming.
If she had any doubts about this whole arrangement – and she'd had more than a few - then they all crumbled away, leaving her raw, naked and hungry for more, only capable of existing in this moment.
Before she had time to fully collect herself, she felt his hand leave her underwear only to pull the cloth down her legs till it strangled her ankles. He then hoisted her dress fully up, bunching it above her hipbones. When she finally got her bearings and opened her eyes, his wide grin regarded her and his eyes went south with a gleam.
"Turn around," he demanded, a tinge of rawness in his voice.
The luxurious double bed was not far away from where they stood, the bedsheet cover was neatly done and the heavy wooden frame of it reminding her of old oak, but somehow she found it all the more exciting to simply turn around and let him fuck her up against the simple hotel room door. Guided by his hands, she turned around and braced her arms against the wooden door, waiting with bated breath as she listened to him unzipping his jeans and rolling on a condom. He moved closer and she briefly felt the heat of him against her back and bottom before his member came to rest against her entrance.
She managed to take a deep breath and then he slid into her, thick and hard, going deeper than she had anticipated. She couldn't stop a quiet sound from escaping her lips; she still felt the remnants of her climax, sensitive as he retracted and then thrust into her with more force, her walls threatening to contract again.
She braced her hands more firmly against the door and leaned further into his thrusts, holding her breaths everytime he slid into her, afraid she would make too much noise if she let go. When he began to speed up, slapping against her, she closed her eyes tighter, trapped by the feeling of a tight ball inside her that threatened to break into a million pieces of fire. He grunted quietly in pleasure with each pull and thrust.
"Touch yourself," he guided her between a heavy pant, his voice like gravel. His hands held firmly onto her hips, warm and rough as they guided the angle and position.
She did not give it much thought; all coherencies had left her the moment she came. Despite feeling too raw to come again, she only wanted to come again. The singularity of her thoughts centered exclusively on reaching that goal. She shifted her weight onto one arm braced against the door and the other she snuck in between her thighs, the pad of her forefinger barely touching her clit before she felt the pleasure of it. It was too much; too raw. She swallowed and then skirted past her clit, circling herself and tracing a pattern that caressed around her most sensitive area instead.
"Fuck," the sergeant grunted behind her, his voice heavy with pleasure. She couldn't help but smile at the noise. He sounded close to reaching climax himself. With that in mind, she allowed herself to touch the more sensitive parts of her sex. The feeling of it pulsed through her, a strangled noise leaving her lips, low and barely noticeable; a sound that came trapped in humidity. She touched herself, the length of him filling her up as he fucked her. Her senses and existence was for a small second solely and exclusively revolved around liquid pleasure igniting within her body.
She came a second time, her body twisting itself into an even tighter ball before it released her into an explosion of painful pleasure. It resounded in her head, overrode all her senses sand she barely heard him pant out behind her, his thrusts lessening up. He grunted in pleasure as her walls contracted around him.
His hand came to rest next to hers, his groin warm and slightly sweaty against her.
"Did you come?" she asked, still submerged in her own world of post-climax.
"Not yet," he answered, he was still hard inside her, "I'm trying to prolong it –so as not to come in under a minute – it is quite hard with you."
She smiled.
"I want to take my time with you," he whispered in her ear, the quality of his tone rousing her from the drowsy feeling of her climax. She felt his member slip out of her, leaving a small trace of wetness against her inner thigh.
"Let's move to the bed, huh?" he leaned in close, his hand on her ass squeezing playfully. She gave a simply nod.
Straightening up, she stepped out of her underwear and her dress fell down again and covered her body once more. She quickly got rid of her blazer and left it on the arm of a chair. She left her bag on the chair as well and then took off her dress, eyeing the sergeant taking off his clothes near the end of the bed. His own bag, an old duffel bag, was by his feet.
With a shared smile, once they both stood naked, they met halfway for a kiss as they stumbled together, enveloped in each other's arms and falling toward the bed.
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