HEAT
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Grissom and Sara drove tiredly to their respective homes. Both collapsed on their beds, barely able to kick off their shoes and trousers before deep sleep claimed them. Both slept more than 9 hours, never turning over or shifting in their sleep. They awoke within minutes of each other, yawned, stretched, rubbed their eyes and wandered to their kitchens, fetching glass after glass of cold water and drinking them down happily.
Grissom took another long hot shower, washed the last of the sand from his hair, then trimmed his beard. Sara took a deep hot bath up to her puckered nipples and rubbed lotion on her aching muscles and pampered herself. Grissom wandered about his townhouse, trying to take care of neglected business, but he couldn't concentrate on anything. He suddenly realized he was carrying his cell phone from room to room, without remembering having picked it up.
He dialed the first number on speed dial. Sara picked it up on the second ring.
"Hi."
"Gil." His name was a puff of breath.
"Sara." Her name was a needy sigh. "Are you home?"
"Yes."
"Can I...see you?"
"I'll be waiting." He heard her warm hum and then a dial tone.
Grissom drove just over the speed limit, Sara's image much more vivid in his mind than the road. Sara only just remembered to call off work, no one was terribly surprised, and then she turned off the phone and unplugged the one by the bed. She felt compelled to stand, waiting, by the door. Her hand rested lightly on the doorknob.
A knock and Sara opened it to Gil, his hand still up in the air. She reached out and guided him inside and into her welcoming arms. Their bodies melded together naturally, easily, and their hot lips met. The kisses were deep, hungry, aching, needy, hot, slick, open-mouthed, tender, passionate, thankful. Sara sucked his tongue into her mouth and he whimpered and dug his fingers in her sleek damp hair. Gil ran his tongue along her teeth, into and along that intriguing gap, and licked the underside of her tongue and played with it. They swallowed each other's whimpers and moans of need and pleasure. Sara sucked his lower lip between her teeth and slid her hands across his face and beard and sexy grey curls. He ran his hands down her sides and lightly across her ass and she shivered. She stroked the muscles of his back. He cupped her face in his palms and tilted his head in for more. More. I need more. Closer. I want you.
"Oh, Sara." Gil pulled her body tight against his. She rubbed her aching body against his bulging groin and he groaned with desire. His lips found a perfect spot below her ear and licked it as hot darts shot to between her legs. Grissom mouthed and licked and sucked down that long slim column of a neck and he bit across the junction of muscle and shoulder lightly. Sara gasped and leaned her head back in perfect surrender, pushing both hands up under his shirt and feeling the heated flesh.
"God, Gil. I need you."
He grunted in assent and cupped his strong hands under her thighs. Sara jumped up and wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck. He carried her easily, but when they grazed and paused against a wall their kisses became frantic and wild. They stumbled into the dim bedroom, their minds awash with sensations. Neither heard the word no in their brains.
Gil slid her body down his hard body and she attacked his clothes. Grissom tugged her shirt off and buried his teeth on her bra-clad breast and she stroked his erection beneath his straining briefs. Their sounds became louder and more intense and their breaths were hard hot gasps. Gil pushed the straps down her shoulders and sucked on her perfect stiff nipples and she moaned and thrust against him. Intently, they removed every stitch and kissed and stroked and touched and licked all that warm soft skin.
Sara stroked his leaking stiff throbbing cock and cupped his warm balls. Gil panted and groaned and picked her up and laid her on the bed and her thighs fell open for him. He quickly buried his entire face in her hot wet pussy, intoxicated with her scent and taste and feel of his tongue and mouth pleasuring her. Sara all but screamed in delight and he growled deeply. He parted her folds with his nose and lips and thrust his warm stiff tongue inside her, pumping, as his hand and thumb circled her clitoris.
Sara thrust her hips up rhythmically into his face, climbing up to ecstasy. Gil replaced his tongue with a finger, then sank two into her. He curled and stroked his fingers back toward him and her head thrashed around the pillows and her fingers dug into his scalp. Gil sucked her erect clit into his mouth and squeezed it as hard as he could with his lips and tongue, stroking a nipple. Sara came, hard, with a wild keening cry and a burst of white hot light behind her eyes. Gil watched her as her body went stiff and then, trembling, stilled, his eyes dark, his mouth and beard wet and glistening, then he backed away and dug through the pockets of his jeans.
Sara came down from her incredible high and saw the little packet in his fingers.
"Let me," she said hoarsely, reaching and tearing it open with her teeth.
Gil stood before her, naked and aroused and glorious. Sara knelt at the foot of the bed and admired him, stroking his hips. Grissom laid a hand on her head, his heart pounding. She kissed the warm dark red head of his cock and it twitched and his hips thrust and another drop of precum appeared. She sucked it off, only pulling the very tip in her wet hot mouth, then rolled the condom down his length and squeezed him gently. Grissom sucked in a breath and hissed through his teeth.
He put his hands on her kneecaps as she scooted back on the bed, legs apart. Gil followed her on his knees and when they were both fully on the bed he slid his entire body down and slickly entered her halfway.
"Oh honey, you're so tight. So hot and wet and good." Sara growled and gripped his creamy white ass. They stilled for a sweet moment and then he moved his entire length into her slowly, pulling out inch by rigid inch, and then thrust back in. Again he slid out slowly and back in.
The heated air became scented with their combined musk and loud with whimpers and cries and sex-maddened moans and grunts of effort.
Gil moved in her in a rocking slow pace and her hips rose to meet his and they moved together, faster. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Sara pulled him deeply into her with every thrust. He raised her leg to beneath his arm and shifted to one hip and fucked her like a madman, coming midthrust with his face grimacing and fireworks in his head and tears starting from his eyes at the incredibly long burst of pleasure and joy and fulfillment. Sara felt another hot sweet orgasm and his warm come through the thin latex and they became boneless and breathless and weightless and warm.
Gil rolled to his side, groaning, and pulled out and stripped off the condom and tossed it. He lay back, a taut-muscled arm behind his head, watching as she slid a hand over his sweat-slick body, dipping it in the wetness between his legs and hers and smearing it on his belly. She peppered his body with warm little grateful kisses and he stroked her head and tucked her hair back to look at all that beauty.
TBC