Sorry this took so long. Tons a fun to write. WARNING: If the last chapter was too racy for you, don't read this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from CSI:NY. If I did we all know they would have been together already.
Three days had passed since they had spent the night together, and Flack wasn't sure that he could take it much longer. Work, as per usual, had gotten in the way. They'd set up a date for the following evening, but he'd gotten called out. They moved it to the next night, but Stella had to stay late at the lab. Even tonight their shifts were going to end late enough that they both decided, hesitantly, to call it a night after work. Stella and Flack both wanted to see each other, but neither wanted a late night rendez vous interpreted as a "booty call."
"She means more to me than that, and I am not a horny high school teenager, I can control myself," were the thoughts Flack used to consol himself earlier that evening when they decided not to get together.
Stella thought they had made the right decision. Both had early shifts tomorrow and what was another night apart?
Who was she kidding? The last three days had been pure torture. The few times they had actually seen each other had been at some nasty crime scenes, but found she was almost unable to restrain herself. Why did he have to look so good in a suit? The long dry spells in between those visits were filled with dangerously dirty daydreams. She played their night of pleasure over and over in her head. She worried at times it was affecting her work, but she couldn't seem to stop.
Don literally had to turn away from her at the crime scenes. Every thing she did was driving him mad. Even the way she slightly held her mouth open when looking particularly hard at some evidence or the way she would lower herself down to the floor to take a picture of blood spatter. "She is photographing a fucking puddle of blood and I keep thinking about ripping her top off. I've got to get it together." Then he would make some excuse to leave the room. A hard-on at a crime scene just wasn't an option.
Don chose to walk home after work in an effort to release some of his pent up stress. His thoughts immediately drifted to Stella. Everything about that night had been perfect. First times were never really all that great, either too drunk, too lustful or too nervous. It normally took time to get things right, but not for them. It was graceful and sensual, they had fit together perfectly. Sure there would be improvements along the way, but honestly he hadn't experienced anything that good that quickly, ever.
Stella had many of the same thoughts over the last three days. As she now sat on her couch where that evening had starting, she began to picture it all again. The way he held her so close when they danced, the fabulous way he swayed their bodies to the music, and the magic that was his mouth. The thoughts were working her into a frenzy. She was seriously regretting rescheduling yet again.
The fact that it was late, was the reason they'd changed their plans, but she knew there was more too it. She was scared. She knew that Don loved her; he had made that abundantly clear. Not just while they made love, but after and in between. He wanted to make sure she really understood. Love, real love, had not really been a part of her life, but he seemed determined to change that. She didn't know what she was scared of, but she knew it was there when she so easily accepted that they not meet tonight.
Flack's mind currently was extremely one tracked, and that track was Stella. So much so that he had "missed" several turns on his walk home. Her beautiful naked body was a constant image in his head. Flack had been horny several , several times in his 30 years, but nothing had ever compared to this. It was more than lust, certainly lust was a huge part of this but there was something bigger going on. The love he felt for this woman was all consuming and finally making love to her the other night seemed to flip a switch in his brain. The love compiled with his lust and his memories of their passion were, to put it simply, overwhelming.
And as if someone had been pulling him along by a string, he looked up and realized he was no where near his apartment, instead he was standing outside of Stella's.
He took it as a sign and rang up to her place.
"Hello?"
"Stel, it's me."
"Hey Don, I thought we…"
"We did, I'm sorry, it's late…" Don paused. "I just need to see you."
She immediately buzzed him in. The tone of his voice worried her and it seemed like ages before she heard him knock on her door.
When she opened it up, he was there leaning on the door frame with a very serious look on his face.
Immediately she stepped to him and placed her hands gently on his face. "Don, is everything ok? What's going on?"
He couldn't answer her truthfully, embarrassed by the yearning that had brought him to her door. "I…"
"Don, sweetie, whatever it is you can tell me."
The sweetness and caring in her voice and the soft touch of her hands to his face were too much for him to bear.
"I thought if I could just see you, just look in your eyes, it would be enough…" before he could finish his own sentence his hands were on either side of her face and his lips were on her mouth. The kiss was forceful and filled with his days of longing.
It only took her a nanosecond to recover from her shock. Then with all thoughts escaping her head, her hands were in his hair and kiss kissed him back with equal passion. Lips still locked he pushed her backwards into the apartment. He released a hand from her face to shut the door behind them and quickly turned and pin her against the door. The kiss continued to go deeper as their hands groped one another's bodies. Finally the kiss broke only when both were sufficiently devoid of oxygen.
"I'm sorry Stell, I just can't stop thinking about you." Flack spoke softly when he regained his ability to speak.
"Never apologize for wanting me." Stella whispered breathlessly into his ear gently grazing her lips across it as she did, her fears nowhere insight just her need to be with him. "I've been dreaming of your hands on my body for three days now," finally nipping his ear lobe with her teeth.
A low guttural moan escaped from Flack throat and he kissed her again, immediately their tongues diving deep. He could hear her whimper slightly when his hands cupped her soft breasts. He found he had no patience for the fabric that was blocking is exploration. He could feel she wasn't wearing a bra, and he needed to feel that soft supple skin. Needed to caress it. With great haste the t-shirt was removed, thrown across the room. Now, he could focus. With their kiss separated, his mouth joined his hands. With his hands massaging both, his lips went from breast to breast, alternating between licking, sucking, and biting.
Stella began to moan loudly, her hands pulling at his hair. He'd never had anyone want her this badly and really had never wanted anyone this much either. She was completely consumed by him. Flack rose back up and stifled one of her moans with a forceful kiss. He pressed their bodies hard up against the wall and the felt him aroused and bursting at the seams of his pants.
"Oh Don."
Her hand slid down his body until they met his throbbing erection. He moaned and kissed her deeper. She stroked and cupped the bulge of his pants, feeling him grow harder and harder. She felt herself become wetter just at the thought of it.
Everything that was soft and sweet the first night they were together was rough and animalistic this go round. They had tasted one another and just wanted more.
Her attentions southward were driving him mad, but he held on. He wanted more of her first. He wanted to taste her, to watch her be driven mad by his touch. He released her breast and slid his hands down her waistline and into her pajama pants. The elastic easily gave way as he pushed them cover the curve of her hip and then dropped them to the floor. She stepped out of them and he threw them away. His hands now focused on her legs and as he caressed upward his tongue danced around her panty line. As he stood back up, his hand slid deftly between her warmth and her soft cotton panty.
This time she could not be contained and screamed his name in pleasure. He massaged and cajoled all the while watching her body writhe under his manipulation. His erection strained under his pants at the sight of her. She moaned and begged and just when she thought she could take it no longer, he slipped two fingers inside and stroked until she reached orgasm.
Before she could even recover his mouth was on her again. She knew he had to be dying at this point and was reassured when her hand reached down and she was reminded of his hardness. Without delay she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to his ankles. Seconds later he had
stepped out of his shoes and socks and all that was left between them was his pair of boxer briefs and her cotton thong.
He went back to suckle her breasts more. Her hands this time were sliding down and under the fabric in her way. She slid the boxer briefs down his thighs and let them fall to the ground. Her hands then went to work on his pulsating erection. She knew it was driving him mad when his hands left her breasts so he could brace himself against the wall.
He slowly panted, "Stella…Stella…oh god, Stella." Then the growl came, "I want to be inside you, I need to be inside you."
That voice alone was almost enough to make her come for the second time in minutes. He managed to steady himself long enough to reach down and rip off her thong. She didn't even flinch at the action, it just made her want him more. And then his hand that had done so much magic just moments before slipped back into place.
She gasped in pleasure. "Don…I need… you in me…now…please…right there. Oh god."
With no further pleading necessary, he cupped under bottom with his free hand, lifted her up on the wall and drove himself inside of her. Together they both moaned in ecstasy. With her legs wrapped around his body, Stella bucked and arched backwards against the wall as Don drove himself deeper inside her, one hand firmly gripping her to him at her bottom and the other one massaging her breast.
His rhythm was strong and quick, but it was exactly what they both desired. "Harder Don, harder," she pleaded, moaning with each powerful thrust.
Don could barely think anymore, she was so tight and warm. Her muscles were clinching spastically around his base urging him on. She held out as long as she could, then her orgasm came and took control of her body. Her legs squeezed tighter around his waist as she arched one final time into his hips and it sent him over the top.
Both spent and dripping with sweat and each other, they stayed perfectly still for several minutes. Once he regained control he lowered Stella to the ground, neither wanting to step away from one another.
"That was amazing." Stella finally managed to speak. "But what was that?"
Lowering his head in a bit of shame, "I'm sor…"
She stopped him mid word and lifted his head back up to look him in the eyes. "I already told you there is no "sorry." You never need to apologize for doing that to me."
Flack smiled a devilish grin.
"Anytime you want to do that again you let me know. Just tell me where to sign up." Finally he laughed a bit.
"But back to the question at hand, what was that?" Stella asked seriously. "I've never seen that look in a man's eyes before."
"Honestly I don't know. I've never felt like that before now." He placed his hands softly on Stella's shoulders then sliding them up to the base of her neck. "I didn't just want you, Stel, it was if I needed you. You were all I could think about. I just thought if I saw you I could get past it, but boy was I wrong."
"I'm glad you came by, I've been feeling the same way. I swear I almost jumped you today at the crime scene. If you hadn't gone to get coffee I think we would have been in trouble."
"I only walked away because I wanted to rip your top off." He said sheepishly. "I thought it might compromise the scene."
They both laughed as each pictured what they had just experienced, but not in Stella's apartment. Instead at the dingy blooded crime scene they processed this morning.
"Yeah, I'm glad you walked away. That could have gotten messy." Stella smirked.
"But really Stella, if I hurt you or scared you, I'm so…" She shook her head no to stop his thought.
"I mean I could barely control myself. The sight of you just broke me. That session we had the other night had my mind working overtime. And then three days felt like an eternity. I always heard that love-making was better when you were in love, and the other night proved that. I just didn't realize love could turn you into an insatiable animal."
"You know what they say, 'Love can make you do crazy things.'" She said with a sly grin and leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I say we go crazy together, again."
As she led him to her bedroom he moaned, "God, I love you woman."
Please tell me what you think. I have never written anything this dirty in my life. Hope it isn't aweful. I'll delete it if it is...