And yet, here we are, locked up in a romantic hotel room with a romantic atmosphere that just screams, 'If you don't have sex, you're obviously not human'.
The romantic sphere must've gotten to her head because Sara was acting a little strange. She was still sitting there.. on my lap…why hadn't she gone off of it? She must've noticed me wondering about that because she suddenly started to lean in, as if she wanted to whisper something into my ear. Also, she was just leaning in perfectly – just enough forward to show a little cleavage to make a man's head spin and go wild, willing to rip all her clothes off. Well, thankfully for my own sake, I'm not a savage beast like that.
I noticed she wasn't trying to whisper something into my ear, more or less trying to turn me on by sticking her tongue in my ear. She clearly noticed I didn't budge.
'Not your thing?', she asked with a sly grin, clearly having fun all by herself. I wonder what was so funny..
'Not at all,' I replied cold, trying to distance myself away from her but I never really tried to get her off of me. I did thought I had turned her off until she suddenly spoke again, now with a husky and sexy tone while whispering softly into my ear, 'Well, what ís your thing, Griss?'
'I, ehr, I don't have a 'thing', Sara,' I tried to make clear while she started to suck on my earlobe, 'Sara.. stop…' I started to get up and tried, more or less did a false attempt, to get her off of me.
However, when I got up, on some incredible and miraculous way, she managed to wrapped her legs around my waist. 'I'm not going anywhere,' she responded before we fell onto the bed due to the sudden weight change, 'And neither are you'.
I was hovering above her - as a wild predator ready to 'eat' it's prey - , as if she wanted me to take control. I tried to get up once again but couldn't due to the pressure she gave as her legs were still wrapped around my waist. 'Sara, please..', I said and sighed. I buried my face in her neck, sniffing her hair and scent, clearly smelling the wonderful peach shampoo that she used so frequently.
'This is not a good idea – at all', I continued between sniffs while she suddenly started to chuckle and eventually laugh, 'What?'
I raised my head in order to look her in the eye but hers were gazing toward a different point, oh yes; my behind, 'Oh nothing', she responded while still chuckling.
I lowered my head back and sniffed her scent yet again before I started to kiss her neck softly. My right hand travelled it's way upwards, gently stroking and caressing the place below her earlobe with my thumb. Sara started to kiss my forehead, or at least pieces of my skin that she could reach.
After a few seconds we locked gazes and I leaned in towards her lips, softly brushing mine against hers while I got rid of her CSI vest, throwing it near the bed. Obviously, she thought otherwise and decided to switch roles. She grabbed my hands and pinned me down on the bed – with her positioning upon my lap and holding both of my hands at each side of my head. I swallowed hard.
She leaned forward, her hair slowly following the course of the wind and she kissed my lips, drawing me into a passionate kiss. She released my hands and started to remove my vest and unbuttoned my shirt, slowly and teasingly. I started with loosening her belt and eventually pulling her pants down, all the way until it reached her knees. She reached the halve of my shirt, started to rip it and let her fingers slide over my chest and abdomen. I moaned slightly, causing her to deepen the kiss and slide her tongue into my mouth – our tongues dueling. Her hands moved to the ending of her own shirt, moving it upwards, lifting it over her head and throwing it near our vests.
I suddenly grabbed Sara by her waist and pushed her against the bed. I grabbed her hands and placed them at each side of her head while planting kisses on her almost bare chest and stomach.
A/N: Almost the last chapter, folks! The last chapter will be longer than this one and the previous one. They're a little short. Next chapter will come very soon, see you all later and have a nice day! p.s. : I hate freaking peaches but lemon wouldn't smell that nice, I think.. nor would it get the same soft touch to it..
