Sequel to the smutty prompt : "come over?" "I thought you'd never ask"? asked by Theshadowsedges

Takes place during season 4, while Andy stayed at Sharon's for his recovery

An immmense thank you to theshadowedges for helping me with this one. First by "prompting" it and then by Beta-ing it !

He pushed the door open and stopped on his tracks.

"Can you close and lock the door, please?" Asked the woman on the bed. Andy's brain stopped working. Moved by instincts only, he rubbed his right earlobe while closing and locking the door. She was beautiful, sexy, absolutely breathtaking. Clad only in her purple lacy underwear, reclined on the bed, her long hair coming on waves around her shoulders, Sharon looked like a goddess. He couldn't tear his eyes off her long lean legs. Neither could he stop gazing at her full breasts ready to spill from the confinement of her tight see-through bra. "Can you lock the bathroom, too, please?" She asked in a husky tone. It took him a second to register her words but gladly complied. As he turned toward the door, he heard some rustling behind him. He did not think too much about it, knowing how she was always cold and always needed to be underneath the blankets.

But when he turned around…His jaw nearly hit the floor and his heart seized painfully in his chest. She was naked, completely naked. On the bed, legs slightly open, posing lasciviously. She was rarely, if ever, that forward when it came to their intimate moments so he was enjoying it to its fullest. He leaned against the doorframe and took in the sight in front of him. With only her nightstand lamp on, the room was mostly dark lit only by warm yellow hues. Soft shadows hid some parts of her anatomy and it made it all the most erotic and enthralling. From his spot, he could see the goose bumps on her breast, how taught her nipple was. He could see how fast she breathed, her belly moving up and down more rapidly than usual. Her legs, her amazing beautiful legs, were magnified by the obscurity. They appeared longer, the small dip running along her thigh muscle seemed more pronounced and god, her calf… He just couldn't wait to have them wrapped around his waist ! But he had to move to see more of her: her beautiful face, her twinkling eyes and playful smile, her teeth biting her lower lips as she opened her legs more widely. He groaned loudly seeing her drenched shiny folds under the soft light. His mouth watered and all his blood flowed to his groin area.

Unable to refrain himself another second, he pounced on the bed and assaulted her lips. There was nothing gentle in that kiss and they both half-moaned half-groaned at that prospect. Not wanting to lose a single second, Andy threw his shirt over his head while nimble little fingers pushed his pajama bottoms just underneath his butt, freeing only his cock and grabbing it eagerly. He grunted, pushing his hips unconsciously towards her. His lips left hers to travel down her jaw, along her neck. By the loud moans she emitted, he could tell that tonight would not lead to their usual tender and playful lovemaking. No, tonight, they both wanted passionate rough sex. When he reached her breasts, he took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking it greedily while simultaneously shoving two fingers into her wanting body. She cried out, both in surprise and pleasure, while arching her hips up in a silent plea for more. Thumbing her clit, he stopped all movements, his digits still deep within her. He lifted his head up, letting her nipple go with a loud pop and said "Quiet, Babe, or I'll have to stop."

Her pupils were blown with lust, her breathing came in short puffs and he could feel her body clench around his fingers. Her hips were slightly moving, seeking some very needed stimulation. "Fuck, Andy." She said, raising a hand to her forehand, her frustration more than obvious.

He chuckled and resumed moving his hand with a face pace. "Such language..." He admonished, amused, before returning his mouth to her breasts: licking, sucking, biting the sensitive bud. He smiled, his mouth full, loving how helplessly turned on she was. After a few seconds of quiet, her moans were growing once more quite loud. It was only the second time they were intimate at the condo, the first one with Rusty present and he very much wanted it not to be their last time and for everyone to have a very pleasant experience: them having fun, Rusty being oblivious to said fun. As much as he wanted to make her come, and he knew she was nearly there, if the shaking in her legs, the wetness and the clenching of her core were any indication, he had to be the reasonable one and stop her.

Rather abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of her body. "And..!" She started to scream before he put his hand on her mouth. "Babe, you really have to be more quiet." He said gently, apologetically. He knew Sharon rarely let herself go and the bedroom department was one of her only outlets and god, did he love providing her with that. He loved how expressive she could be, not generally with words but with moans and mmmhhhs. It made his task of pleasuring her so much easier, and it was such a wonderful ego boost!

"I don't know if I can." She responded honestly.

"Do you want us to stop?"

"God, no!" She answered vehemently. She reached out a hand and grabbed the first thing she encountered, his forearm and pulled him toward her for a long deep kiss. In mere seconds, the passion was back. As he was gently aligning their bodies, one hand on her hip, his other between their bodies, she asked in a sultry voice. "Don't hold back, Andy." He caught her gaze, a second, wanting to make sure what she was demanding and, when he got his answer, he grinned. Using his grip on her hip, he slid into her body in one long stroke and started a fast rhythm. He looked expectantly at her face, wanted to make sure he did not cause any discomfort with his bruising pace and saw her eyes only roll back in her head in absolute pleasure, her mouth open in silent cry. He nipped at her jaw as he rearranged them, a pillow under her hips and him sitting on his haunches. Like that, he had a perfect view on her upper body while holding her legs in his arms, her ankles resting on his shoulders. She felt absolutely incredible, all tight and wet around him and he could tell the position was doing wonders for her too. He reached one hand down and started running small circles around her clit, never actually touching it, sending all her nerves on fire. Within minutes, she was thrashing on the bed, her legs quivering, a constant string of moans and whimpers escaping her lips. She was getting close. And loud.

On his downward stroke, he stilled, filling her to the brim, his thumb now on her nub. Her eyes flew open and so did her mouth, she was gulping down air, trying to calm down, tears of frustration in her eyes. "Getting loud, again." He said with a strict menacing voice. He pulled nearly all out before slamming back down into her, stilling immediately. She whimpered, biting her lips, running her hips in circles. "Quiet or I'll have to punish you." He grinned. He only meant to tease her but when he saw the lustful look on her face, he decided to play along. He grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs down toward her while opening them wide. He took a few seconds to enjoy the show, her beautiful face, her chest bouncing with each stroke, her glistening folds. He groaned as he watched himself move in and out of her welcoming body, his hold on her legs tightening. She groaned too, her voice down and he lifted his head up. He followed her line of sight and saw that she too was enjoying the show. He nearly came undone at that notion but managed to pull himself together. "You feel so good." He told her in a husky tone. "You're so sexy. God, I love to watch you like that." He picked up the pace. He was about to let go of her left leg to resume caressing her clit when she beatt him to it. He locked eyes with her, both grinning. "Fuck.. I could fuck you like that all night long." He had always been quite the talker in bed and learned rapidly that Sharon was not immune to some dirty talk. Her moans grew louder, and louder. And louder.

This time, he did not want to stop. He could not stop. Not when he was so close, and her too. In desperation, he put his hand on her mouth and tried to quiet her down. It worked, to some extent and it only fuelled them. He could tell she would be screaming if not for his hand. He pushed forcefully into her body, her shaking legs falling widely open. He slapped her left thigh, more of a big tap than anything while saying "Quiet, woman." She raised her hips, meeting his in a desperate fashion, her hands gripping anything she encountered, needing to hold on his arms, the sheets as she feared she would be swept away by the force of her impending orgasm. She could not think. She did not want to think about anything. The only thing she could concentrate on was the absolute pleasure she was experiencing, the way he hit the perfect spot inside of her with each stroke, the delicious pain each time he hit bottom, the amazing friction she was creating on her clit. Being quiet was really not a concern of hers, neither did she notice how vocal she was becoming. She was finally tasting heaven and wanting nothing else to sink her teeth in it. He moved above her, pushing more forcefully on her mouth, making sure to let her nose free, and whispered in her ears : "if you don't quiet down, i'll have to shut you up, Babe. With my dick down your throat." He met her shocked but lustful gaze and saw her pupils pulse the moment her orgasm washed over her, her whimpers loud even as he tried to stifle them. It was more than he could take and finally let go, his own orgasm magnified by the pulsing of her core around him.

He let his head fall on her shoulder, both shuddering with aftershocks. "That was…"

"Intense" She provided, caressing his sweaty back

"Incredible." He offered, kissing her neck, licking the salty skin.

"Amazing." She affirmed, turning her head around to capture his lips. "But, God, do I love being at your place!" She said, making them both chuckle.