Title: Skin
Summary: They can't get enough of each other.
Spoilers: None
Rating: M. Very, very M.
Disclaimer: Any and all CSI: NY characters do not belong to me, and therefore I have no right to use them for my own gain. That's what the restraining order says.
Author's Note: A huge thank you to sugah66 for helping me with the last line. Unbeta'd.
His breath is hot on her skin, on her collarbone, down her sternum, down her stomach, ending at just the right spot between her legs. She's trying to rip off his shirt, but she can't quite reach the buttons and so she decides to let it go, for now.
He reaches his tongue out and starts making small circles, and she's almost gone. His hand creeps up her side, and he stops just above her hipbone. He lightly drags his fingers across her skin, because he knows she's sensitive right there, and she jumps about a foot, like he knew she would. Her back arches and his name is on her lips. Her fingers are raked in his hair, and she tries to direct his head up just a little bit, and when he moves just that quarter of an inch, she feels like she's about to explode. He brings his hands back and replaces his tongue with two fingers. She gasps, and he almost loses control at the sound.
She breathes his name again, and, his fingers still inside her, he feels her walls tighten. She's calling out his name, her fingers digging into his scalp. He slides his fingers out, and he pulls himself back up so his face is an inch from hers. He kisses her softly, and she whimpers into his mouth, pleading. Thinking the same thing, both of them move their hands to his belt. She gets the buckle and he gets the button on his jeans and they stumble over his fly, but she manages to wiggle it down. He kicks off his pants, and they hit the floor, making a dull thud.
She reaches her hand into his boxers and strokes him. He draws in a quick breath and his eyes darken, and she reaches up to kiss him again. She presses on his chest, motioning for him to roll on his back. He obliges, and she pulls down his boxers, his breathing shallow. She moves down his body, unbuttoning his shirt, kissing every inch of exposed skin. Her mouth closes around him, her breath hot, her tongue wetting his about-to-explode tip. Up and down, she moves, until she hears a low groan from the back of his throat. Taking that as her cue, as a sign that he's more than ready, she sits up and guides him to her entrance. She rocks back and forth, getting used to the feeling of him inside her, and then, slowly, she starts moving up and down. She quickens her pace, both their breaths becoming ragged, a bead of sweat on his brow.
With a moan, she explodes, her head thrown back. He's thrown over the edge, and, lifting his hips, he comes, his body collapsing back on the mattress. She slowly pushes herself up, pulling him out of her, and lies next to him, a satisfied, hungry, smile on her face.
Their hands find each other, and she burrows her face in his neck, smelling herself on his skin.