Does the reality reflect the fantasy?
She sat beside him in the denali, 'God she's erotic' he thought staring at her in amazement.
Moments before, Grissom pulled to the side of the road, worried she was having some kind of seizure. Now he sat transfixed on the performance before him. Her eyes were closed, chest lulling up and down heavily in time with her heavy breaths.
He could see her nipples were taught. He knows he shouldn't be looking but he can't help himself. 'lucid dreaming' he smirked, 'I wonder what fantasy she's directing' he continued to watch as he saw he hips rise and fall, rubbing herself against the seat.
'shit' he was getting a little hot under the collar himself. Loosening his collar from his neck, he allowed his hand to fall on a now prominent erection, straining against his slacks.
A small moan escaped her mouth as he rubbed his encased cock. 'shit, this is wrong. I'm not a damn pervert but, jesus, this is erotic' he saw her shift, head lulling to the side as her hand found it's way inside her pants.
"please" he heard her whimper. He groaned, watching her masterbate. 'she's going to kill you if she catches you watching like some porn fueled teenager - don't care' he shook the thought away as he continued to watch, and stroke his cock, through his slacks.
"Please"... "Griss"... "more" Grissoms eyes were wide.
'she just said my name... No, she couldn't have...' Without realising, he'd released his cock from his pants and was rubbing hard. Pre-cum, was already leaking and had stained his pants.
She was breathing hard, and he could feel her breath puff towards him. Her cheeks flushed. She was going to cum.
She was going to cum in the front of the work car whilst he jacked himself off, watching her.
Her breath hitched and she again repeated his name. 'Fuck. She is dreaming about me' the thought of him making her hot was too much and he thrust harder into his hand, spilling cum out of his throbbing cock. He bit hard on his lower lip to muffle his own moans. Grabbing his handkerchief from his pocket he cleaned himself up.
Suddenly he jumped out of the car and moved to her side of the car. Opening the door he stared at her intently.
Her hand still in her pants, her mouth slightly open, her eyes still shut - still asleep.
He gently placed his hands on her shoulders to wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, a deep red burning in her cheeks as she looked down to see where her hand was.
"Grissom" she stammered, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes scanned his face and noted his intense look. "I'm so sorry" she said nervously, feeling immensely embarrassed.
'OK. So he's caught you with your hands down your pants, so what. It's natural to have sex dreams. He must have them, everyone does. He doesn't know it was about him. Mmm those hands' she shook the thoughts from her head, his hands were still on her.
"Sara" he rasped, swallowing hard. Suddenly his mouth was feeling extra dry. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth worrying it with his teeth. He raised his hand to her face, tracing her cheeks with his thumb. "I think I know what to do about this" Her eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't help the smile spreading across her face.
He leaned forward and kissed her hard, his lips and tongue has a mind of their own as they pried her mouth open. His body shuddered as her tongue met his for the first time.
"Grissom" she released a breathy sigh just as she had earlier, causing Grissom's heart to expand. He couldn't contain his smile "what?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. "does reality reflect the fantasy?" he quipped.
Both of her eyebrows shot up in shock 'fuck. He knows' With a coy smirk she responded "surpasses the fantasy, Dr Grissom" before pulling him back in for another searing kiss.
