ONLY THE STARS WILL KNOW
Chapter 14
Sara giggled then just cuddled closer to Gil. "I'm sure Little Bug appreciates it," she said, "But I am just as sure it is way to early to worry about squishing him."
Gil kissed the top of her head, "Him? Hum, I never gave much thought to what I want." Then he laughed, "Not that what we want makes a difference any way."
"What do you want?" Sara asked.
"A healthy child and an easy pregnancy for you," Gil told her.
Two months later SARA SIDLE GRISSOM CSI III ceased to be and PROFESOR SARA GRISSOM stood in front of her first class room full of students, to say she was just a little nervous would be putting it mildly, she was petrified, as the day wore on, however, her nerves calmed and by the end of the day it was as if she had been doing it all her life.
By now Sara was into her third month and her "baby bump" was more then obvious. Gil had made the decision that things needed to change in their love making, the more Little Bug grew the more he was afraid of hurting him - not that they were sure if it was a he or she, they had decided to wait to find out.
One night Gil was sitting at the head of the bed looking at a book.
"Bugs?" Sara asked, smiling.
"No," he said, "Join me." Sara sat between his legs, her back against his chest. "I picked this up," Gil said, handing her the book, "I thought it might help."
Sara took the book from him, her moth fell open, never would she have thought that Gil would purchase a copy of the Kamsurta.
As they sat together looking at it every once in a while you could hear "That might work," or "Not even," at several of the positions.
Sara stopped at one, tilted the book a little to the left then to the right then said, "You would have to be a double jointed to get into this."
Gil smiled, "I was wondering how you would get out of it without breaking something."
Sara giggled, "There are several of these that made me wonder how they did it without the man breaking his penis."
Gil smiled, "Wouldn't want to do that."
Sara leaned against him, "I should hope not."
Gil kissed her neck and cupped her breast in his hand, gently magazine her nipple, "Want to experiment?"
Sara moaned softly and eased the book to the floor, "Always."
After helping her undress Gil moved carefully from behind her and eased Sara to her back, how he loved the taste of her lips and the saltiness of her skin. Gil nuzzled at her neck, then kissed a trail to her lips. Sara opened hers just enough to invite him in, hungrily he deepened the kiss.
Gils hands eased to her breasts, his lips never leaving hers, slowly he moved his hand down to the treasure that awaited him.
Sara panted as Gil caressed her slick folds, his fingers rubbing the taught bud in slow circles, dropping to her opening and collecting a new wave of wetness to coat her throbbing love bud.
Gil eased into her opening gently he began pumping his fingers in a slow, lingering, and steady rhythm curling his fingers every little bit to hit that special spot just right.
Sara's face was flushed and her breathing heavy and erratic, Gil could feel her body clench and shake as she rode the title wave of passion that swept her.
Gil eased her to her side, laying behind her. Sara bent one leg and moved her bottom closer to his throbbing manhood, it took Gil only one try to be able to enter her.
His movements were slow and gentle - somewhere in the back of his head he still feared hurting the baby - as he moved in and out his hand was busy either caressing her breasts or her body, his lips were equally busy kissing her neck or shoulder or cheek, anywhere he could reach and still stay inside her.
Gil's release was near, his tempo sped up just enough to achieve the release his body so ached for.
Sara could feel him throbbing, feel his warm release as it coated her walls. Gil continued thrusting slowly enjoying the waves of aftershocks that flooded his body until his softened member refused to cooperate.
Sara snuggled closer to him, not changing her position, Gil's hand rested on her growing belly. "I love you, Sara Grissom," he whispered. Gil felt a soft yet definite movement - Gil felt his child move for the first time, "I love you too, Little Bug."
Over the course of the next few days they tried several of the positions, but Gil was convinced - he found his favorite, spooning.