She had prepared more of a preamble, but it would appear she didn't need it. Andy took one quick step toward her and crashed his mouth onto hers, wrapped two hands around her back, and dragged her into his house. She threw her hands to his shoulders and the back of his neck, originally for support. Oh Jesus, she thought. His hands were fire on her skin, leaving little burn marks in their wake. He practically threw her against the wall of his entryway once they were completely inside and the door had been closed. She should have minded, but she couldn't quite muster the defiance when his tongue was exploring every inch of her mouth. He was insistent, clearly not willing to back down or take things slow. Again, she should have minded. But this was her plan, this is everything she wanted from him tonight. She just hadn't expected it go so…well?
Their tongues were messy, like teenagers with a focus on contact instead of finesse. She opened her mouth wide to tangle everything she had with everything he had. His hands had shifted. One landed on her hip, four fingers digging into the soft flesh on her back, and his thumb wrapped around the front of her, pushing into that sensitive space where her leg met her torso. The other was recklessly grabbing her ass, pulling as much flesh into his hand as would fit.
She was disoriented, delirious, and so, so warm. She could feel herself getting wet after what she was sure had only been about a minute. He rolled his hips into the low of her belly, making his semi-erection clear. She gave him a full throated moan in return. After all, this was not a night for holding back. She gave his ass a squeeze with both hands, only to release in favor of pulling his t-shirt over his head. She snaked the flat of her palms against his stomach, lifting the material with the tips of her fingers. When her hands hit his sensitive nipples he growled, actually growled, into Sharon's mouth. She smiled into his mouth, at which point he moved to her ear, plunging his tongue inside and effectively making her legs give out. If she hadn't been pressed against the wall, she's sure she would have been on her knees. Not a bad idea, she thought.
She finally pulled his shirt over his head and went to work on his jeans. Andy was still groping her roughly over her clothes, though the hand that had been on her ass was now squeezing the soft flesh of her thigh, slowly moving up towards the epicenter of her energy. When she was able to sneak her hand through the zipper of his jeans, she tugged the elastic waistband of his boxers out just a bit, and let it snap back against his stomach.
At this, a hand shot from her hip to her jaw, holding her head in place as Andy licked a path from her clavicle up her neck to her ear, and gave a husked, "Fuck. Sharon." She couldn't help but giggle. "That's the idea," she retorted. His hand released her jaw and grabbed roughly at her breast. He wanted to feel the warmth of her flesh, feel the peak of a taught nipple through the soft material of her dress. Her bra interfered too much, though. So instead he rubbed harshly, grabbing roughly with five fingers and digging into the delicate pillow. That'll bruise, she thought. She couldn't care less. She was too caught up in the delirious feeling of being wanted, of being the focus of so much desire and heat. No wonder she was burning up.
Without moving his hands, Andy twirled them around so he could maneuver her further into his house. No fucking way I make it to the bedroom, he thought. Andy had a large sectional sofa in his living room, complete with a long chaise lounge on one end. Bingo. Andy went to work on Sharon's dress while trying to walk them towards the sofa. He only accomplished in making a tighter knot, however, and soon grew frustrated. When the backs of Sharon's knees reached the edge of the chaise, Andy let out a loud groan and hooked his hands into the shoulders of her dress. There was no way in hell he was waiting for this gorgeous woman to get herself out of her clothes the proper way. He quickly pulled the material off of her shoulders, down her arms, over her ample chest, and finally down over her hips. Thank God the material stretched, otherwise Sharon was sure to lose at least one article of clothing to ripped seams.
Andy brought his mouth to hers again, and with a last heated kiss of tangled tongues, he pushed her lightly onto the sofa. She landed softly and stretched out, waiting for Andy to join her where she was laying. Instead, he hovered over her for a second, fully drinking in the woman beneath him. He raked his eyes over her neck, her breasts, and her lacy underwear, and those long, shapely legs. Please don't embarrass yourself, his inner voice reprimanded. He wasn't cut out for this.
When he finally joined her down on the chaise, he rested most of his weight on a bent arm that allowed him to hover his face over hers and look her in the eye. He maintained eye contact while he snuck a hand between their bodies and between her legs. He ran three fingers over her clit and center, for the first time feeling for himself how wet she was. He pushed harder on her panties and gave a long moan, so dangerously low that Sharon felt the vibrations along the shell of her ear. "You," he breathed in, "are so fucking sexy."
Sharon's breath caught and she let out a soft hum that soon turned into a whimper as she uncontrollably ground herself harder into his hand. Their mouths met again, tongues battling for the first chance at oxygen, until Andy pulled his down to kiss hot spots on her next. When he got to the place where her neck meets her clavicle, he bit down, hard, sucking in skin and releasing it to soothing licks. He did it again when he got to the upper swell of her breast, surely leaving a bruise to match the ones his fingers had left earlier. He palmed the whole pillow again, until his other hand tried to reach underneath her back to finally rid her (or more accurately, himself) of the impeding garment. She arched her back high to allow his hand the space it needed, and he quickly unclasped the two hooks.
Once the black bra was free, he grabbed it from the middle and forcefully threw it across the room, most likely landing somewhere in the kitchen. Sharon realized suddenly she needed oxygen, and took one large deep breath. She released it suddenly, though, when Andy's mouth crashed onto her breast. He sucked hard at the exposed skin, circling his tongue as far as it would reach. He bit down on her nipple, but released it when he heard her hiss underneath him. His palm moved from her chest down her stomach, and back between were legs. He squeezed the warm flesh of her inner thigh, pinching lightly. Sharon's breathing was becoming more and more erratic with every ounce of pleasure-soaked pain. "Andy." She rasped, needing to voice something other than incomprehensible hums and whimpers.
When his hand slipped inside her panties, resting the flats of three fingers right on her clit, Sharon gasped. "Andyyy." She needed him. The touching was only going to get her so far, and she was already over-warm, over-stimulated, and overly enthusiastic.
Andy didn't need to be told. While one hand rested flat across her shoulder and clavicle, the other pulled her panties down and off over the black heels she was still wore. He kissed the top of her foot, the side of her knee, the inside of her thigh, and finally, landed a kiss right on her clit. He had intended it to be a teasing gesture, but he took one breath of her body—nothing but sweat and sex and mildly perfumed soaps—and he knew he couldn't stop. He licked one flat, wet trail from her center, up through her delicious folds, landing again on her clit. Sharon's hand shot to the top of his head and started frantically pulling at the silver strands caught in her fingers.
That was all Andy needed; he went to town. His tongue was everywhere, on her and in her. He nuzzled her clit with his nose, then moving his lips over her to suck hard on that blissful little bud. Sharon's breathing was erratic, frantic, and she was all but thrashing beneath his mouth. With his face between her thighs, he moved the hand he had on her should down to pinch and squeeze her breast. The other, he brought to meet his mouth, slowly inserting two fingers into her center, and curling them slightly against her walls. Fuck, Andy! Sharon thought; she knew she only had moments before she was going to crash into the wall of tension that had been rapidly building in her body. She frantically reached for a throw pillow, anything, to cover her mouth before it happened. But of course, Andy had none. All she could do was dig her fingers into the cool leather of his sofa, and let out a sound she couldn't possibly believe belonged to her. A scream-moan-giggle accompanied her orgasm, as did an immense arch of her back. She clamped her thighs around Andy's head, unaware he had already brought his gaze up to watch her ride out every wave of pleasure that hit her.
Sharon was panting and misted with sweat when Andy climbed to his knees to kneel in front of her on the sofa. The look on his face was smug and a little ridiculous, as evidence of her arousal was visible on his mouth and chin. He rested his hands gently on her bent knees and waited for her to come back to him. When she finally caught his eyes, and that confident smile, he could do nothing but smile back. She moaned again, vocalizing her contented state, before sitting up herself.
"Your turn," she said, one eyebrow cocked as she gently pushed him off the chaise. He stood upright in front of the sofa, and she sat in front of him. She dragged his jeans painfully slowly down his legs, refusing to indulge and touch him anywhere else. She then hooked two fingers in his boxers and followed the path his jeans had taken. She was level with his gorgeous cock, fully erect and begging to be touched. She circled a gentle hand around his length, hearing his audible sigh, and began to slowly move. When she thought he was ready, she cocked an eyebrow in his direction and brought her mouth around his length, taking him almost completely in her mouth. The groan Andy released was deliciously low, vibrating through his own body and into Sharon's mouth. Jesus Christ. There's no way, Andy thought. He immediately put his hand in Sharon's hair, gently tugging back until she released him again.
"I'm never going to make it to the big event if you keep doing things like that, Sharon." His mouth landed on her before she had a chance to respond, and he pushed her back until she was lying down again and he was firmly on top of her. She wrapped another gentle hand around his pulsing member and guided him slowly inside her. She hummed with the delicious friction and fullness, finding a matching groan in Andy's throat.
He began to move inside of her, slowly at first, but soon picking up speed and force. He needed so badly to feel her release, to let go of his own. He didn't think she'd mind the rhythm. Her back was sweaty and sticking to the leather chaise, causing more friction around her body. Andy came to a kneeling position, looking down at her gorgeous bouncing breasts and clouded eyes. He continued the thrust hard, one right after another, giving neither of them a chance to catch their breath. His cock was aching inside her; she was aching around him. Andy was becoming uncoordinated, his movements hard and dysrhythmic. Sharon knew he wanted to come so badly, and knew he wouldn't without her.
She placed one hand on her own breast, massaging and twisting a sensitive nipple. It felt almost as good as when Andy had his hands on her, and she hoped he would enjoy the show. The other hand went to where their bodies met, her own fingers landing on her clit, where she began to make rapid circles.
It didn't take long. Sharon's back arched again, this time replacing incomprehensible moans with an almost equally inarticulate "OoohhmyyGodAaaandyyy." He came with a growl during her aftershocks, releasing himself hot and wet into her body. He immediately crumpled down onto her, barely catching himself in time not to literally crash into her. He laid on top of her, still pulsing and slick inside her, and peppered gentle kisses on her shoulder.
When he finally rolled off of her, they laid next to each other, both with half of their bodies off the edges of the narrow chaise. They just laid there, looking at the ceiling, holding hands and trying to get their chests to stop rising and falling with such fervor.
Andy brought a hand to his face and rubbed his sweat-slick forehead. He took a deep breath. "I love you," he said simply. It was true, and in this moment, it's really all he had.
"I know," she replied and squeezed his hand tighter. "I want you to stay in Major Crimes. I want you to stay with me." She still didn't turn to look at him, just stayed on her back and gazed at the ceiling fan that was slowing turning her skin to goose flesh.
"Then I'll stay," he said simply.