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Warning: Smut on the way. I hope you enjoy it.
Lust Chapter 7
"If you mean by this silly notion, being independent and free of emotions and commitments towards one another solely for the purpose of sexual fulfillment; then I say, sure, why the hell not." He tried to keep his voice calm and firm. By the look in her eyes, she didn't believe a word he said.
Sara sat down on the bed, making sure to adjust her robe so it covered most of her body. Gil sat down in a chair in the corner of the room, next to the bed. It was hard; considering he had a very painful erection and never before had he masturbated so much. Hell, just seeing her long and sleek legs, imagining them wrapped around his waist made him throb with want.
"Alright then…strip." Sara's nerves were tingling with anticipation, while she toyed with her robe's belt. This was the moment of truth, the moment she'd been waiting for; Gil (Gilbert) Grissom naked in her bedroom.
Gil watched a swift flicker of emotions cross her face. He was relieved that the last emotion he saw was excitement; he knew that emotion all too well.
He draped his jacket over the chair and began to unbutton his dress shirt. His eyes were focused on Sara's form.
"Poor, Gil. All frustrated by little old me." He heard her voice while draping his dress shirt across his jacket. He turned around and Sara stood up.
She was excited beyond all measure and undid her belt. The robe pooled at her feet as Sara stood naked before him, unashamed of her body and very pleased by his reaction.
Gil's mouth went dry, he tried to swallow and couldn't. His gaze rolled over her from head to toe, while his fingers stopped on his belt. Sara stood before him and undid her hair. Her long strands settled around her bare shoulders. She was indeed a beautiful sight, tall and slim with soft skin that seemed to glow, with an aurora that was almost ethereal.
Her breasts were perfect and her nipples hardened beyond belief under his gaze. Her body was slim, her long legs, toned and nicely shaped. Her thatch of hair covering her core was the same color as her hair trimmed to a neat patch of curls, and he could swear it gleamed with moisture already. He suddenly wanted to explore her body with his, until his own body gave in to exhaustion. From the gleam in her eyes, she almost read his mind.
"You are so beautiful, Sara." He blurted without really thinking. "May I touch you?" His voice was deeper than before and she glanced down, seeing a very promising erection stand out from his body.
"If you'd like too." Sara said as she reached for his hands and brought them up to cup her breasts. "What do you want to do to me, Gil? Tonight you're the one in charge." By the way she was smiling at him, it was more of a dare than anything else; something he was more than willing to take advantage of.
His hands moved from her breasts to the nest of curls between her thighs. Gil could hardly think, as his fingers descended down her body, finding that she was indeed ready, so moist and the heat coming from her body was undeniably hot.
"God, Sara, you're so hot and already wet for me." She wanted to laugh at his obvious assessment. Of course she was wet and ready; this is what she's been wanting for a very long time and now her fantasy was becoming reality. His fingers stroked her folds and slipped into her core.
He ran his finger inside her one more time before taking a step back. He couldn't help but bring his fingers up to his nose and inhale her fragrance, and then he wiped her lips with her own essence. Sara knew what he was about to do and she already told him no kissing. Kissing, was to her, sometimes more intimate than sex itself. He moved his mouth to hers to swipe it clean. They battled over each unique taste of her, until the need for air became necessary. He did it a second time, Sara, was finally kissing him in a way that no other woman had ever done. He had got his kiss that she was so set in not giving until now and he wanted more.
He wanted to show her through his kisses that he truly was sorry for the past and in all honesty, he really did love her.
"Get on to the bed." His voice was husky and hoarse from the taste still lingering in his mouth and looking at her naked form.
Sara hid her smile as she climbed onto her bed. She lay on her back and made sure she could see his every move.
Gil was captured by the sight of her, as he fumbled with his slacks. Naked, with her legs parted, she gave him a wonderful view. Her pink moistened folds, glistening in the soft light, beckoning him to taste her nectar and savor every drop of dew she had to give.
Sara watched his chest heave and his nostrils flare. He looked like a raging bull waiting to be let loose in a china shop. She trailed her hands around her breasts, tempting and teasing him every step of the way, tweaking and pulling at her hardened nipples; a moan of pleasure escaped her parted lips.
He knew she was trying to kill him. Why else would she be teasing him in this manner? Temping him within an inch of his sanity?
"Stop!" His words were harsher than intended, but she did do as she was told.
One hand lay still on her breast and the other only inches from penetrating her dampened core. He was the one in charge tonight and she would let him have his way; at least this one time.
She watched as he kicked off his black loafers as he pushed his slacks and boxers down his legs in one swift motion. He was utterly perfect; the only word that came to her mind seemed to fit him.
His bronzed body firm, yet with a softness that comes with age. His nipples like copper pennies against his firm chest, his thick arms and neck, powerful legs and the masterpiece between his legs was inspiring to her indeed. So thick and long; the angry purple head glistened with a droplet waiting to be licked off. How would he taste?
"You are so beautiful, Sara." He crawled up on the bed until he was face to face with her and settled his body between her legs. Sara's legs fell open more and they connected as well as a puzzle. "I was so wrong all those years ago." He captured her lips with his and it was returned with enthusiasm as his hands molded around her, touching her all over, cupping her breasts.
It was a tough choice to leave her mouth, but he longed to explore and taste her entire body.
Her nipples hardened as his mouth was getting closer. She wanted his mouth on her, sucking and making up for lost time they could've had together. His cock throbbed, when he finally reached his desired spot; for now.
Sara groaned when she felt the head of his erection, sliding against her folds in a slow delicious movement that would have anyone begging. But she refused to beg anyone for anything, ever again.
Her groan of approval was all the encouragement he needed. The thought of rushing their first time was very displeasing to him, though he doubted he could wait any longer. So the tasting of her very essence would have to wait until next time. He rocked his hips lightly and had to stop for a few seconds to keep from losing it all at her entrance. She was so hot and tight, forming a moist tunnel for him to thrust into. He closed his mouth over her nipple and pushed completely inside, at the same time.
Sara let out a sigh and shifted to accommodate them both better. She watched his every move until her eyes finally closed when he entered her.
