Sara smiled as Gil left the room. "He doesn't know how close I came to giving in," Sara said, shivering, "Damn what that man does to me."
Even after all this time together his touch still set her body on fire with a burning desire that words could not describe.
"Focus," Sara told herself. Sara sat back in front of her dressing table and finished applying the slight amount of makeup she would wear and finished fixing her hair. Then she walked to her closet and picking out her red dress she smiled as she remembered the last time she wore it.
They had barely gotten home from the dinner at the collage before it was off her and they were making love - nine months later Kendra came along. Coincidence she was sure.
It was Gil's favorite dress. The dress has spaghetti straps and the straps cross in the low cut back. The skirt is floor length with a split on the left side of the skirt. Gil had told her it fit her like a glove, bringing out her hips and enhancing her breasts.
Sara stood back so she could see herself in the full length mirror, satisfied everything was just perfect she went to the living room where the others were waiting.
"My goodness," Greg said, "Sara you are beautiful." "Slow down boy," Gil said, "that is my wife." "I must admit," Jim said with a teasing sound in his voice, "I never thought Sara could look so good."
Gil walked up behind Sara and put his arms around her, "My Sara is just as beautiful no matter what she wears." Sara blushed.
Kisses were given to five little ones with the promise of a special day tomorrow if they were all good. "All of us?" Isaac asked. "Yes," Gil said. "But Kitty is a baby and babies are never good," Isaac said, a whimper in his voice. Sara laughed, "We will take that fact into consideration." "What?" Jessica asked. "It means we know that Kitty is a baby and sometimes you can over look baby things," Gil said kissing his daughter.
On their way to the dinner Gil said, "Greg I was wondering if you could do me a favor." "Depends," Greg said.
"Professor O'Dell's daughter, Abigail, will be at the dinner tonight and she doesn't have an escort," Gil said. "Why?" Greg asked. "As I understand it," Gil said, "She just arrived home and her father talked her into going." "Yeah. Why not," Greg said. In his mind he pictured what an ABIGAIL might look like, he shuttered hoping he was wrong.
As they entered the dinning hall Gil introduced the team to Professor and Mrs. O'Dell. "This is my daughter, Abigail," O'Dell said, "Abigail, Greg Sanders." "Abby," the young lady said as she took Greg's hand.
Greg was speechless, Abby was a beautiful blond with long slim legs and a body that made a man glad he was a man.
"Let's find out table," Gil said smiling at Greg's reaction. Nick and Warrick watched as she walked away, "Damn!" Warrick said. "You're a married man," Nick said, watching also. "Yes, and so are you," Sophia said. "You know I love only you," Nick said taking Sophia's hand and kissing it. "Good save Stokes," Gil said, placing his arm around Sara's waist and escorting her to their table.
After they had all sat Abby said, "I was so excited when Dad said yours friends from Vegas would be here Dr. Grissom." Then to the team she said, "I am studying Criminal Justice at UNH, with hopes of becoming a CSI."
"That is interesting," Gil said with a smile on his face, "What field do you hope to specialize in?" "DNA," was her reply. "Image that," Gil said, still smiling, "That was Greg's field before he transferred to field work." "Really?" Abby said, turning all her attention to Greg.
"Let's dance," Sara said to her husband. Gil took her hand and lead her to the floor. Gently he pulled her into his arms, his hand on the small of her back. "MMM, you feel so good," he said.
"You did that on purpose," Sara said to Gil. "What?" he said, trying to sound innocent. "Gilbert Lee Grissom, you know just what I mean," Sara said. Gil chuckled, "My wife is not the only one who can scheme and arrange to get two people together." Sara smiled and lay her head on Gil's shoulder.
As they danced Gil ran his hand up and down Sara's back. "You had better stop that," Sara said, "I do believe you are developing a problem." Sara was right, Gil could feel his manhood starting to respond. "It's not my fault you turn me on," he said. Sara kissed him tenderly.
The evening was spent dancing and eating, Greg and Abby were together the whole time. As the evening ended Greg said to Gil, "I'll be catching a ride with Abby. She has invited me out for a drink." "See you later," Gil said.
At the house Mrs. Miller gave a good report on five sleeping children. "Thank you," Warrick said, as he offered to take her home. "You are welcome, but my husband will be here in just a minute," Mrs. Miller said.
Gil and Sara checked on Jessica, Jimmy and Kendra then went to there room. Gil locked the door then pulled Sara into a passionate kiss as he slowly unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor.
Sara laughed, "It stayed on longer this time then the last time I wore it."
Gil took Sara's face into his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. He moved his hands again, running them through her hair, before bringing Sara's face to his and kissing her. A kiss full of so much passion her knees begin to buckle.
Gil lift her and laid her on their bed. Sara runs her hands on the smooth chest of the man she loves feeling it's heaving with every breath. Looking up his blue eyes meet hers, Sara could see his passion.
They kiss as Gil's fingers unclasps Sara's bra, her breasts escaping their prison Gil eagerly takes one into his mouth. Suckling and nipping at the hardened bud, Sara lets out a moan and shudder.
Sara lifts her hips as Gil easily slips off her panties, his fingers searching for and finding those places forbidden to everyone one but him.
Sara moans softly as first one then another finger enters her and expertly finds her spot massaging it with each pump. Sara's breath quickens, soft moans become screams of pure pleasure as she rides the wave of passion.
Gil effortlessly moves between her legs, as Sara opens them to welcome her love to explore the hidden treasure within. Gil's lips find her hard pink nub and eagerly he sucks at it and flicks it with his tongue as his fingers continue their assault on her spot.
Sara's body shakes and trembles as she releases her self, her sweet honey flowing. Gil laps it all then tenderly kisses her womanhood.
He eases himself above her and slowly enters her. Gil strokes Sara's face and kisses her as he gently moves himself in and out of her.
From somewhere deep inside him Gil releases a series of deep groans as he releases himself.
Slowly he rolls from her and wraps Sara in his arms. "I love you," Gil whispers to his wife. "I love you," Sara whispers to her husband as sleep finds them.