A/N: Sorry for the delay getting this chapter up! You may wish to re-read the end of chap.9 since it was a bit of a cliff-hanger :) Special thanks to RebaForever15 for all the support and encouragement!
Battle. Lost. Her higher cognitive functions gave way to baser urges and she tugged his hair a little harder than she intended pulling him closer to her core. "It's okay, okay?" she panted, "fuck, yes! It's okay!"
Fritz smiled against her skin, raging hard and throbbing in his pants from the all-woman, heady scent of this goddess towering over him. He looks up to take in the vision of his fantasy: the infallible Sharon Raydor, normally a force to be reckoned with on a good day, naked, flushed, head thrown back against the door, wild mane tumbling down sculpted shoulders like fire spilling over pale cashmere, eyes squeezed tightly shut in total anticipation of his mouth on her. Yes. Using both thumbs to part her wet heat, he places his tongue at the base of her opening and firmly drags the entire flat of it all the way up to her clit, moaning into her center and relishing in the sweet, dark flavor of honey and musk. Sharon cries out, hanging on to his hair for dear life as he slakes her thirst for more contact. The tip of his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud before dragging back down to her core. Over and over he lapped at the inner lines of her swollen flesh while she hummed and cooed encouragements to his actions.
Her voice was rough and rich, lower somehow, and sexier than he'd ever heard it which only spurred him on to devour her further. Wrapping his lips completely around the sensitive bundle of nerves he'd been teasing, he slipped first one, then two thick digits deep inside of her silken heat. She promptly clamped her walls down around his fingers which earned her a grunt of satisfaction from the man beneath her as he began to pump in an out, thrusting deeply and causing her wetness to meander down his palm.
His free hand groped upwards to massage and pluck at one perky nipple while his tongue slid firmly back and forth along the short track of flesh between her opening and the sensitive spot where she was aching to feel his lips. He deliberately stopped short of her clit at every turn. The small noises she was making became barely audible save the gasps for air as sensory overload shook her body. Sharon began arching her body violently into his face in an attempt to encourage him to drag his tongue a little higher on the up slide. She let out a sob of intense pleasure soaked frustration and pulled his hair to direct his movements, but he was having none of it.
"You're not the incident commander at this scene, Captain," he breathed as he continued his precise ministrations. He wonders at the joy he finds pleasuring her in this torturous fashion. As a rule, lingering on this part of the sexual act is not his strong suit. There was something about her regal qualities that was so intoxicating he found himself wanting more of her with every lick and kiss into her damp heat. The sonorous timbre of her cries reverberated through his body as a marimba being struck in perfect resonance.
This is a pleasure like Sharon has never known before. A powerfully slow burn, somehow more intense, but taking longer to crest, a familiar element began to coil just behind her naval. Her knees faltered and began to shake as she slipped a little down the door. Yearning to taste more of her, Fritz removed his hand from her and circled his thumb directly over her clit as he shoved his tongue all the way inside of her opening, thrusting fast and hard. Sharon's shriek at the abrupt change of sensation quickly morphed into the repetitive keening cries of imminent release. She shamelessly ground hard against his hand and mouth, gripping his head for leverage and it took all of Fritz's concentration to keep from coming in his pants at the feel of this woman so thoroughly shattering above him.
Sharon had no idea what force was keeping her upright against the door as her body trembled with aftershocks and a delightful warming ache spread over her quivering thighs. Fritz caressed and pet her skin, soothing her down from climax as he kissed his way up her stomach, between her breasts, and found her lips. He stared at them, slightly parted and whimpering in sotto voce with every exhale as her breathing slowed. His fingers trailed into the thick tendrils of hair at the nape of her neck, thumbs caressing the lines of her jawbone as he placed gentle kisses over her face, the corners of her mouth, and the delicate skin near her eyelids. Sharon's eyes remained closed, crinkled by the broad smile on her face as she whispered a verse in blissful monotone.
"Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody. But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?"
Fritz quirked a flirty, arrogant smile into her hair. "We're not even finished and I'm already inspiring poetry? .. I like it."
They laughed together softly, intimately, breath on each other's faces. "I think that's the part I should've paid more attention to all along," she declared wistfully.
"I'm paying attention," he cupped her cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs and holding her face close.
Her emerald gaze bore into his, darkening instantly. "Kiss me, Fritz.."
Sentimentality quickly vanished as he devoured her hungry lips. Sharon pressed her body firmly against him and frowned at the layers of fabric between them.
"Agent Howard, you are way to overdressed for this op," she drew out in sultry tenor.
"I thought you'd never notice," he countered, still gloating from the reaction he'd been able to coax from her.
Flashing green eyes captured his stare as she reached down to palm the rigid bulge straining against the fabric of his pants, effectively wiping the smug satisfaction from his face. He let out a yelp of pleasure before he crushed her lips to his in a searing kiss as they initiated a clumsy dance towards the bedroom. Panting and kissing and pawing at clothes along the way, Sharon managed to get his belt unclasped and shoved the slacks and boxers down over his hips just after they made their way through the doorframe.
Fritz stumbled a little as he stepped out of them using his feet to push off his shoes in the same motion as the pants and his knees collided with the edge of the bed causing him to fall easily into a sitting position. Sharon cupped his face and pulled her kisses back to watch as she gently pushed him onto his back and ran her hands down the front of his broad chest. Wet, open-mouthed kisses followed the path of her fingers as her long hair cascaded over his flanks causing his nipples to twinge erect. Nimble fingers wrapped completely around his length as she continued her favors on his chest and stomach. Fritz inhaled sharply at the sensations and let out a wail of anticipation as her kisses neared his aching need and circled around the base of his shaft.
In one smooth movement, her tongue trailed up from below, along his entire length and wrapped around the tip before she closed her lips over the smooth ridge. The feel of his girth in her hands and mouth caused her insides to twinge with need once more. Unable to contain his reaction to the heat of her mouth around him, Fritz reached under her arms and swiftly flipped them so she was on her back in the middle of the bed and he hovered over her in the cradle of her hips as she gave him a quizzical look.
"Too close, Sharon. I've waited too long and I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to be inside of you now... I don't think I can wait any longer." He rocked against her hips, kissing her soundly and effectively swallowing her cries of appreciation. His pulsing cock was sliding against her sex as they moved, grazing her clit and coaxing more silken moisture from her core. He spoke hungrily against her lips between kisses, "I need to feel you, Sharon." He looked into her eyes to check that she was ready and she lifted her legs a little higher around his hips. He pulled his stroke to adjust the angle and plunged his entire length inside of her with one long, powerful stroke eliciting simultaneous cries of anguished bliss from them both.
He paused to give her time to adjust to his length and he needed to control his body's reaction or this was going to be over before it began.
"So… hot," he panted.
Sharon's noises were unintelligible as he began to move in her. The knot behind her naval was quickly coiling again, this time much more rapidly and her walls were tingling with electricity at every delectable stroke as her lover pulled completely out and pushed all the way back in, thrusting forcefully in perfect meter. Sharon wasn't ready for this to be over yet and pushed on Fritz's chest, encouraging him to shift positions and slow things down a bit.
He took her cue and leaned back on his haunches, grabbing her hips to drag her bottom closer to his body. Her held her there a moment as she gripped him tightly with her pelvic floor sending jolts of pleasure coursing up his entire body. He massaged her thighs and began to thrust lightly when she lifted her right leg high into the air, leaving her left draped low by his hip. "You are so beautiful," he whispered reverently, running a hand up her leg and placing a kiss to the inside of her ankle. He took hold of her foot, caressing the arch and bent her knee towards her chest causing a deep angle. Rocking into her and pushing upwards every time he buried himself to the hilt, the movement lifting her butt high off the bed and grinding the head of his cock hard against her cervix, their moans were getting louder and their motions increasingly frenzied.
Fritz leaned forward and braced his hands on either side of Sharon's head as she stretched her leg back to its original position, but continued to lift her hips high into his thrusts. The fiction of his cock was so tight she could feel every ripple and curve of his shape stretching her walls in all the right places. The small noises she was making in the back of her throat were growing louder and longer every time he bottomed out inside of her. What started as a small wave of charged energy through her core hastily ignited the rest of her body as insistent shock waves began rolling through her entire frame one after the other, each more powerful than the last.
"Fritz!,"she called out in desperation, "Oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Delectation flooded her senses entirely and there was nothing else in the world outside of the source of her pleasure moving over her, pulsing inside of her. Her erotic declaration caused Fritz to growl in ecstasy and hastened his release as he felt a flood of superheated spasms clenching around his shaft. A few more long strokes and he slammed into her hard with a roar of her name on his lips, scooting her a couple inches across the bed in the process.
They lie panting with foreheads resting against one another. Fritz kept most of his weight propped up on his elbows as he gently thumbed her hairline, brushing the errant sweaty strands from her face and placing feathery kisses to her temple. After several long moments of soothing strokes to each other's skin and calming of breaths, he reluctantly rolled off, slipping from inside her and pulling her into a tight embrace at his side.
As Sharon's heart rate slowed, she looked up at Fritz with a wry smirk. "How did you know where I live?"
He looked back at her and deadpanned without hesitation, picking up their dry witty banter as if it was never interrupted. "FBI."