WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY AND I MEAN MATURE!
If you aren't old enough to buy beer, you aren't old enough to read this.
If you are old enough, go find a picture of a younger Wm. Petersen for inspiration. There is one floating around with him in tight pants and no shirt. Works for me:-
Catherine had never seen such tenderness in a man's eyes before, at least not directed at her. The warmth reflected in his blue pools was overwhelming, as powerful as any caress. Slowly his hand cupped the right side of her face, away from her bruises. His thumb massaged her cheek, his eyes never leaving her face. "Are you sure about this, Cath?" He breathed the words rather than speaking them.
Afraid to break the spell, she nodded instead of answering with words. Besides, what words could express what she felt. On one of her visits to his place, she had seen his rosary beads. He was Catholic. Sleeping with another man's wife was a big transgression and she knew that he would feel the weight of this sin heavily. And there was no doubt that their relationship was about to become sinful. She measured sin by degrees; this sin is greater than that sin….Eddie had beaten her, so was it really that big of a sin to lie with another man? But for Gil, sin was sin; things were moral or immoral, black and white, no grey. He wouldn't qualify it or try to justify it. And whether or not God ever forgave him, he might not ever forgive himself. Yet he was willing to shoulder that for her because she needed him, She sat in awe of his capacity for love.
Still watching her face, he leaned in and kissed her. Careful not to hurt her hurt lip, he began gently. She felt his tremors as he allowed his feelings for her to surface. Her hands went to the back of his head, her fingers working their way into his curls, massaging and teasing as she increased the intensity of their kiss. And she felt him give in to his emotions.
For a long time they simply kissed, exploring and tasting…feeling. Her hands began to run down his back, sliding the length of his spine, rubbing, searching, seeking skin. His right hand slid behind her, also in search of skin. The seal between their lips was broken as he used his to explore her face, kissing her eyelids, feather like brushes to her cheek and below her ear and then his wonderful lips traveling down her neck to her collarbone. Her head tilted back, offering him better access. His hand was still busy behind her but gently reached up to support her head as it tilted. His other hand made its way down to her breast, covering it and then rubbing. His tongue was playing over her collarbone and then his lips began a journey down following the line into her cleavage. He stopped and looked up, his fingers circling her cloth covered but very prominent nipple. "You're sure?" He asked again.
Nodding, she whispered. "Bed."
He stood up and her eyes widened as she saw the size of his erection. Always an observer, he saw her reaction to him and noted the desire that filled her eyes. In spite of his best intentions, he was filled with a bit of male pride that a woman as obviously desirable as she was would look at him in that way, would want what he had to offer. Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, he slowly began to undress her. Delighting in his response to her as the clothes slid away, she told him that now it was her turn.
Taunting him as she unbuttoned his shirt, she slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing an undershirt, so she was treated to his chest immediately. Her hands made their way around the muscles and stopped to tease his nipples. Then they slid down his sides to his waist. Her fingers worked their way inside his waistband and around to the front of his slacks. Without ever taking her eyes off of his, she unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants and eased them over his hips. As her hands worked their way back to nudge the slacks on down over the cheeks of his ass, her breast came into contact with his chest. His intake of air revealed just intense that was for him. His arms went around her, pulling her closer, burning skin on burning skin. His face dropped close to her ear and he whispered. "Cath…oh god…you….what you are doing to me….god….
The stubborn pants finally fell to the floor and were followed by his boxers. Stepping out of the pile, he eased her onto the bed and began his oral assault of her breasts. Her hands played over his skin, kneading and possessing, desire building. His head came to rest in her cleavage, where it stayed a moment. Then lifting himself off of her, he told her to roll over. This is different, she thought as she followed his directive.
Once she was settled on her stomach, she felt his hands on her back. Gently he moved her hair aside, as he leaned over her, his lips just behind her ear. "Feel it….I love you…all of you…your body, your heart, and your soul…. he whispered, beginning a journey at her neck and workinghis way down her spine. His handsbegan the exploration as they gently traveled down her spine to the sides of her back,caressing her and making love to her with his touch.His warm breath and hot tongue created an unbelievable sensation as they joined the journey andmadetheir way down, finally concentrating an effort in the small of her back. She was writhing in pleasure, unable to control her body's reaction to him.
His journey continued as his fingers trailed over the cheeks of her ass. His teasing caused her hips to buck, her pelvis rising off the bed. He used the opportunity to slip one hand under, reaching between her legs to fondle her mound of pleasure. Again she reacted to his touch, her juices gushing from within her, into his hand. He cupped her mound, rubbing the moisture back onto her, his hand putting pressure between her folds. Gently his thumb caressed her there, spreading more wetness and driving her wild with anticipation.
Suddenly his hand slipped out and she immediately felt the loss. He turned her over and knelt over her, beginning a frontal attack on the very region he had just vacated. Realizing what he was trying to do, she put her hand over his. "No, I want you…all of you, nothing less." Glancing at his cock, she realized just how much of him there was and instinctively bucked at the thought of him inside. She saw the flames in his eyes, raw desire was etched in his face and yet there was loving gentleness in his touch. Then a cloud passed over his features and he confided. "Cath, I don't have any condoms….
"It's covered," she said. Desire and impatience mingled in her voice, giving it an imperative tone. He positioned himself over her and easing the head of his cock up to her, he entered. Once his head was in, he paused, looking at her with concern, "Okay?"
She nodded, her pelvis spreading to accept him. Gently he continued to ease himself into her, careful that he wasn't hurting her. Her hips lifted off the bed, meeting him and inviting him deeper. His hands went under, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him, squeezing as he did.
Once he was all the way in, he lingered, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by her. "God Catherine…you feel so good. Ah….so damn good." She squeezed her inner muscles, tightening her body's grip on him and just about sending him over the edge. He looked at her, smiling. "You're teasing me."
She smiled back and then began to move her hips, stroking him. "Augh…" he moaned. "Stop unless you want it to be over now," he whimpered.
They teased and played, using small movements to taunt the other until he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to stroke. And stroke he did. She moved with him as his body took control and the strokes became deeper and faster until he was pounding into her, unleashing all of his pent up desire. She met him stroke for stroke grabbing and clawing at his hips, rising into euphoria and bliss. Ecstasy sounded in his voice as he moaned her name over and over, mixed with I love you until he exploded into her cavern, firing little parts of himself into her inner depths. The feel of his fire inside her sent her screaming over the edge, his name flying from her lips, her hands pulling at his curls, pulling him into her until she let out one final screaming moan as her muscles went into spasms and coated him with her own unique mixture. He was laying over her now, too weak to hold himself more than a few inches over the bed. Their bodies were still moving in unison, up and down, not wanting to let go of the glory just yet. Slowly they came to a rest and he stayed there, basking in her warmth. Neither spoke, not wanting to break the sweet serenity of the moment.
Finally he eased himself off of her, pulling her to him, her head resting on his shoulder. His fingers trailed up and down her arm, needing the continued connection, even though the fire had ebbed. His other hand came up to her face, stroking her hair and gently caressing. Small kisses on her head punctuated the caresses.
She could hear his heartbeat slowing as his body cooled. The steady rhythm was soothing to her; somehow even his heartbeat seemed to express his love for her. Her fingers played idly over his chest, wandering aimlessly.
After a few minutes, she felt his breathing deepen and heard his heart rate pick up. His caresses became more intentional, heat building in his touch. His lips sought hers and soon they were once again in the throws of love making. Once again he took the time to build her desire, caressing and touching.. loving.She watched his face as his hands made their way over her body and she saw that she was indeed cherished by this man. Her body reveled in his touch and her spirit soared as he gazed at her.
This time she rode him; and he was one hell of a bucking bronc. His thrusts from beneath nearly knocked her off a couple of times before he exploded again, a reaction to the tight squeeze her own explosion put on him.
Beside him again, she looked at him with awe. Who would have thought that the quiet, reclusive scientist was such a lover! "Gil?" she whispered.
"Hmm," he moaned lazily as his fingers aimlessly stroked her with a feathery touch.
"Where did all of that come from?"
His fingers stopped as he lifted his head to look into her eyes. His own eyes sparkled with satisfaction." You said you wanted all that I have to give…"
"So you've been carrying that around in you all these weeks?"
His gaze intensified. "That and more."
"More?" she asked in disbelief.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll show you," he taunted.
She gasped. "Promise?" She was teasing him now.
He rolled her over and kissed her. Lifting his head, he looked deep into her eyes. "Promise; all night long until you are convinced."
"Convinced?"
"That I love you…all of you."
"All night?"
"All night."
She stared at him in disbelief. But his fingers continued to graze her, gliding along her smooth silkiness. He pulled her closer to him, hugging her closely. As they cuddled, he began to whisper. "You have such a passion for life," he told her. "And when you believe something is right, you go for it without reservations. You are kind and loving and share so much of yourself. And you make me laugh. I love the way you look at things; I love looking at the world through your eyes. And smart too, don't forget smart."
"Gil?" What are you doing?"
"I'm telling you some of the reasons why I love you."
She snuggled into him, sighing with a deeper pleasure than she had ever known. "I feel it when I am here, in your arms. I feel your love. And the way it makes me feel..so happy..beyond happy. Joy, but beyond joy."
He nuzzled her ear with his lips, tasting her, cherishing her, his soul needing her. "Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears." He was whispering again, taunting her with the sound of his voice.
"That's beautiful."
"It's Poe."
"I excite you to tears?" Her heart felt huge in her chest as she thought about the quote.
"Everytime I see you. One look at you and I forget to breathe."
"Poe again?"
"Grissom."
"It's beautiful."
"No, you are beautiful. 'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
"I recognize that one.."
"Elizabeth Barrett Browning." His breath was warm on her neck as kissed and caressed her there. "I love you with all of my heart."
"I love you too, Gil. I've never known what love is until now, I think. "
They rested in each others arms for awhile. Catherine's mind was not at rest, however. Awestruck but the depth of his feelings and her own response, she kept replaying the night in her mind, at least the part after she arrived on his doorstep. Eventually, she shifted and repositioned herself, still safe in his grasp. " Can't believe you love me," she said so quietly that she didn't think he heard.
"Believe it, Cath. And believe that you deserve it. I'm the lucky one because at least for tonight, I have you in my arms and can show you how I feel." And he proceeded to demonstrate how much he loved her again, using his eyes, hands, and mouth, his whole body to express his deepest feelings; to cherish what he loved most in the world. Finally exhausted, wet with sweat and other body fluids, and the words "I love you" on his lips, he fell asleep.
Catherine was exhausted too, but also euphoric. He did love her…his tenderness, consideration, and care for her needs and desires proved it. Who knew that such a gentle caress could spark such hot flames? But his touch did that to her. Eddie liked it rough and hard and took more pleasure than he gave. Gil gave everything he had to increase her pleasure and took pleasure in doing that. She'd never been with a man that was like that until now. As she watched him sleep, she wondered how she would face the morning. How could she leave him? She didn't want to; but there was Eddie. She was still married and she would have to go back.
Her heart constricted as she realized what she had done. This man, this beautiful man, was going to be terribly hurt and it was her fault. She had asked him to do something that he knew was wrong, act on emotions that were forbidden. And acting on his emotions had opened him to even more hurt, because he would be left alone. But truthfully, she didn't regret it. He had shown her love, real love, for the first time in her life. And knowing that she was loved like that, she would have the strength to face anything….even life with Eddie.
Okay, so I made Grissom like..you know, SuperStud or something. But you have to admit, he had a lot of pent up energy going for him, lol. Hope you enjoyed. Press the little button and let me know.