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Needing You

Chapter 14

The sense of smell is a powerful trigger for memory. As Sara walked through the flower scented house, it was easy to remember her first days in the country, meeting strangers who would become friends, spending day after day in the rainforest recording information for researchers, all the while, hiding a black abyss in her soul. Until one day, that darkness was lifted, the void filled when the man she had given up appeared in front of her.

And a new life began.

They had been surprised when their research project had been accepted and funded. For years, they had filed paperwork for a grant, never receiving full funding, until this one. Grissom had laughed, saying their names had finally rotated to the top—and along with the grant, an additional bonus, a house was provided-the entire family would go. In a few months, the family had packed needed items, worked out arrangements for their house, taken Spanish lessons, and left Las Vegas bound for a world-renowned research center.

It had surprised Sara how rapidly the children had accepted the move and change—but they were flexible at their age, willing to follow their parents anywhere. The excitement of a new place, the thrill of new adventures, living in a new house had worked in their favor. And now that all their belongings had arrived, everyone was feeling comfortable in their temporary home.

She latched doors and lowered windows, moving quietly as she shut the house for the night. The house was small with wide screen porches, a central living-dining room-kitchen, and two bedrooms on either side with efficient but small bathrooms for each. It was a light-centered open house; nature was outside every window. The scent of flowers came from the tangle of vines growing on the south side of the house—orchids or lilies, Sara thought. A short distance away, and situated to provide privacy, were seven other houses, almost identical except for color, and all were occupied by researchers with wide-ranging projects.

Sara picked up drawing papers the children had left on the table; they had already made friends with other children in the center. School would begin in several weeks; she smiled, knowing the excitement would be boundless for Gemma with this new adventure.

Her day-dreaming was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. She looked up, smiled, and opened her arms as her towel-clad husband stepped forward and embraced her.

"Beautiful Sara," he whispered. "Will and Gem are asleep—tucked in, covered up."

His hand slid up her back; she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his ear. Wrapping her arms around him, she welcomed the play of his hands, his lips, his tongue. Their bodies molded chest to chest, hip to hip, and the growing bulge of his erection against her belly made her eager to get closer, to feel his skin against hers.

Quietly, softly laughing, they moved across the room, through a doorway into the bedroom, and managed to land with a bounce on the bed. Quickly, Grissom's towel was gone; he worked her top over her head.

"Hang on," Sara whispered as she planted a kiss on his mouth, then scrambled out of her long pants. She left her blue panties on and when she pushed her husband on his back; his fingers were caressing her butt, sliding under the silky fabric, warming the flame of desire. Kissing her deeply, he rolled on top of her. One hand pulled her leg around his hip so the jut of his erection pressed against her stomach.

Grissom kissed her throat, his hands playing as he moved from neck to her breast, circling, fondling, kissing her heated skin as he moved lower, teasing her with his tongue in ways known between lovers; the crest of her nipple, her rib, around her navel. His tongue traced along the line of the pale scar above her pubic bone as his elbow gently spread her thighs.

Arousal built and rippled through her body as everything in her focused on the exquisite sensation of having him pleasure her. His tongue and fingers, his warm breath and the tantalizing play of his lips drove her to the edge of control; she sucked in air, fighting to restrain her passion. Part of her wanted this act to go on forever; another part wanted him inside her until they both climaxed in a breath-taking, spine tingling explosion.

"Gil," she whispered, "enough!"

With a rumbling laugh, he started his way back up her body, stopping to give added attention to her breasts while keeping one hand, and several fingers busy between her thighs. Sara whimpered softly and he grinned with satisfaction. The tip of his penis touched her sex; teasingly, for several seconds, he lifted away and sank back down, going a little deeper each time.

Sara's arms and hands pressed against his back, her mouth met his as she poured passion into the dance of lips and tongue. Once he was completely embedded inside her, he hardened even more.

"You look happy," he whispered which caused her to laugh, a sound so familiar, so sexual, so delightful to his eyes, his ears. He knew her answer before she replied.

Her mouth met his and against his lips, he heard, "I am happy."

Their pace increased; Sara arched into his movements, and as she started to peak, he held her tightly until her gasp of pleasure shot him up and over, thrusting himself deep over and over until a powerful release swept him as he joined in echoing her climax.

At some point, Grissom draped covers over them in one quick motion, rolling Sara on her side to face him. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, shifted closer so his chest rubbed her nipples, his softened penis nested in her damp curls, the wetness of their bodies mingling. With energy drained, Sara cuddled against him, burying her face against his shoulder.

"Smaller bed," she whispered."

"We don't need much room," he said as he pulled her tightly into his arms.

Her response was a soft hum. Her palm cradled his face as he felt a deep intake of breath. "I'll always remember the day you came. Afterwards, I was in a dream—a trance—looking at those photos today I realized how much I don't remember."

He responded, "I remember how beautiful you looked," he laughed softly. "The rest I've made up as a story for Will and Gem—their own frog and princess story."

Sara laughed and snuggled underneath the lightweight covers.

In the distance, they heard rain hissing through the forest before becoming a rapid tattoo vibration on the roof of the house. And instantly, it became a downpour, waterfalls rushing over the porch eaves, rain drops splashing in the gravel driveways, torrents of water hitting plants and flowers, and bringing in the scents of the night.

Deeply, Sara breathed in the rain-soaked fragrances. "I remember," she said softly, "I remember needing you."

The End!

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