A/N: Hi guys, I hope everyone is well. Here we go with the next chapter. I never say I'm any good at writing smut so hopefully this is okay. And yes, it's smut. Maybe 2 or 3 chapters left of the story after this one, I'm not totally sure yet. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Thanks, as always for the reviews and comments and to calim for the beta.
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RATING CHANGE ***This chapter is rated M for sexual content and language, please read responsibly***
On we go…
Chapter 55
Although disappointed by the lack of hands on contact, Sara was sure she was shaking a little. And the mystery of his offer although made her nerves tingle, excited her all the more.
"Okay," she breathed.
"Yes?" he asked, wanting confirmation.
Nodding, Sara watched as the right side of his mouth hitched and she found herself needing to take in a deep breath.
"Close your eyes," he commanded.
Swallowing now, Sara did as he asked and waited. She heard him move but it sounded like he was moving away from her and she frowned.
"Keep your eyes closed," he ordered, his voice distant so she knew he had definitely moved.
"What are you doing?" No answer came but she heard a drawer open. It was more difficult keeping her eyes closed than she thought. "Gil?" She jumped as she felt him behind her.
"Shushhhh," he whispered as his hands slid down her bare arms.
As something covered her eyes her pulse moved from fast to supersonic. Opening her eyes provided no information since she couldn't see anything. Another nervous breath came as she felt him move around her. Raising a trembling hand, she reached for him, but he took it in his own to prevent any further contact.
Bringing her hand to his mouth, Grissom gently brushed his lips over her knuckles, and she took a tiny step backwards.
"How much of this side of me do you want, Sara? And be very careful with your answer."
She could feel perspiration growing on her flesh. The anticipation of what he might be planning playing havoc with every single hormone in her body. Yes, there was a side to her husband that no one knew about but her. A very dominating in the bedroom side where he was totally in charge. Giving orders, controlling everything, and sometimes maybe even a little rough (which was a turn on in itself). But she hadn't expected that side of him now.
Trying to keep her breathing from blowing a tornado around the room, she felt as he kissed her hand again and her decision was made. "All of it," she answered shakily.
Feeling a pull on her hand, she was turned around. Grissom urging her forwards and she felt her knees clip the bed.
"Lie down and get comfortable," he requested ruggedly.
Blindly reaching out with her hands, Sara found the duvet and climbed onto the bed, crawling across it until she hit the pillows. Flipping over, she settled against them, her head moving from left to right, her ears trying to catch any sound of Grissom around her. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt the dip bed besides her and once again reached out for what she hoped would be her husband's bare skin. Just like before, he grabbed her hand only this time he didn't kiss it. Sara's chest felt tight when he raised her arm above her head and felt something wrapping around her wrist. And then when she heard a click, she knew exactly what it was.
"Gil…" she barely managed to say, feeling the bond on her wrist tighten and then he took the other hand, securing her wrist next to the first.
Sitting next to his wife, Grissom watched for a moment. She pulled on the padded cuffs which secured her to the headboard but had little luck in loosening the restraint. Her chest was rising and falling like the waves of a stormy sea, her feet digging slightly into the duvet underneath her. Skimming a hand over her thigh, he relished the warmth of her skin as he travelled up her body, across her belly, her breasts, taking her chin in his hand. She just about managed a whimper before he was kissing her deeply, his tongue dominating hers and she pulled on her bonds once again.
Without breaking the kiss, his hand fell to her breast. Pushing up the bra to give him access, he used the palm of his hand to tease her right nipple. She moaned heavily into him, trying to squirm away from his hand. It only spurred him on, and he rubbed harder.
Sara's heart thudded in her ears, her whole body on fire. Her arms pulled again but to no avail. God, this was torture and he'd only just started. Suddenly, his mouth was gone, and she well and truly panted.
"Jesus Christ, Gil," she gasped, feeling as his hand left her body.
She heard him chuckle and kicked out a leg in hope of catching him with it. Unluckily for her, his instincts seemed to be in overdrive, and he caught her foot.
"Opening your legs for me already, Mrs. Grissom?" he teased. "And I've barely even begun."
Feeling her frustration and need soaring, Sara tried to pull her leg back, but he held firm, so firm his strength actually surprised her.
"Now, now, Sara. Don't struggle."
"Why?" she growled, trying one more time to pull her leg free. "Whatcha gonna do?"
The bed dipped again, and she could feel him right by her ear, his breath warm on her face. "I'm going to take you to the edge so many times you will be begging me to fuck you and when I do, you'll be horse from screaming out my name."
Sara whimpered again, her hips rising slightly from the bed at the burn between her thighs. She'd forgotten how he could make her feel when he was like this and, oh my, when he talked dirty... Damn, she could just come right now if he continued with the potty mouth.
"Nothing else to say?" he asked, releasing her leg and getting off the bed.
Nipping on her lip, Sara didn't push her luck and shook her head, well aware he was just watching her. And he was doing just that. He gave his hardness a little stroke at the sight. Tied to the bed, flushed from head to toe. He especially loved the pink tinge her cheeks had grown.
"Do you know how hard you make me?" he groaned.
"If you stopped teasing me then you could show me," she challenged.
And then there was silence. Lifting her head, Sara tried to work out where he was and then, when she felt the bottom of the bed sink, she knew. Painstakingly slowly, his hands slid up her legs, from the tips of her toes to her thighs, until she felt his fingers gripping her panties. In one smooth motion he was tugging them down her legs and off.
"God you smell like heaven," he said just before clasping her ankles. "Open wide," he growled.
Sara felt him pulling her legs apart and then his lips and tongue were everywhere. Her feet, ankles, knees and her breath hitched when he reached her thighs, then her inner thighs and then…
"Gil," she gasped, her arms pulling, hips lifting from the bed as his fingers parted her and his tongue stroked over her core.
"Ssshhh," he demanded, and Sara felt a hand pressing her back down to the bed.
She was squirming now as he probed deeper, faster, every lick, every suck, every bite sending a lightening jolt through her body and she was shocked at how close she already was.
Her hands tugged on the bonds again and again, fingers clenching into tight balls, his tongue driving her absolutely insane. There was some desperation seeping in now and she needed release.
"So close. So close, baby. God, you feel so good," she moaned, her hips rising again and then she blinked under the blindfold.
He'd stopped.
"What?" she mumbled, lifting her head. "Don't stop."
Silence.
"Grissssoooommmm!" Sara growled.
"Be nice, Sara, or I'll gag you," he warned.
Her head thumped to the pillow in frustration. "You wouldn't dare." Feeling his breath against her ear again, she shivered.
"Try me," he whispered.
And then he was kissing her again but this time long, slow and she could taste herself on his tongue. Total mind fuck.
When he pulled away, his finger teased her lips. "Would be such a shame to cover these up."
"Don't," Sara pleaded.
"No?" Grissom teased.
Sara shook her head. Yes, she knew this was part of the game, but she wouldn't put it past him to gag her. Not in this current mood. And, not having the power to stop him, she'd rather just stay on his better side.
"And why not?" Grissom challenged, his fingers trailing across her throat.
Enjoying the sensation, Sara groaned. "Because," she stuttered, licking her lips as his fingertips moved across her collarbone. "If you do…ooohhhhh," she squeaked as he moved to her nipple. "How… will you hear me screaming out your name?"
His lips were on her throat now. "Nice save," he breathed into her and she shuddered when he sucked on her pulse point.
"Gil, you are driving me… insane," came Sara's whimper. "I can't take much more."
"You can take plenty."
"No." Her head shook. "Can't."
Now he was kissing her chest or, more so, licking.
"You know the safe word, Sara. You might not have used it for a while but it's still the same."
Gritting her teeth as his mouth took a nipple into his mouth, she considered it. One little phrase to stop the torture. Wonderful, wonderful torture.
"I hate you," she groaned.
"That's not the word," Grissom mumbled against her.
"You just… ooohhh," she sighed, feeling his tongue completely circle her nipple before he moved to the opposite breast. "Just wait. I'll get you… ahhhh… back for this."
Feeling his hand disappear, she was shocked when he pulled off the blindfold. Blinking a few times, her eyes focused on him and she expected him to be smiling, proud of what he was doing to her but he wasn't. His face was serious, eyes dark, slightly narrowed and a glint of sweat clung to his forehead.
"I will allow you one request," he said seriously. "Anything."
She watched as his hand raised, skimming his fingers across her wrists.
"Including releasing you if you wish."
Inhaling deeply, Sara considered her options, smiling as his head edged close to hers, the tips of their noses touching.
"Tell me what you want," he breathed.
"I want you to take me hard, Gil." His eyebrows soared. "Right now."
His right eye twitched and he pulled his head back, Sara watching as he took a pillow from beside her. Before she could even blink, he was stuffing it under her butt and settling between her legs, taking her hips and yanking them over his own causing her to slide down the bed and her arms stretch up to the headboard.
"Who do you belong to?"
Trying to catch her breath as he loomed over her, Sara's eyes searched his at the question, feeling him pressing against her. "You. And only ever you."
Now he smiled but just as he was about to take her, she stopped him.
"Wait," she said swiftly, and he frowned, throwing her a confused stare. Sara tried to look behind her. "Release me?" Her eyes shot back to his. "Please? I need to hold you."
Without comment or argument, Grissom reached to the nightstand. Picking up a small key he leaned forwards, noticing Sara's eyes roll as he pressed right into her and he fought a grin. With a quiet click, the cuffs opened, and her hands were free. As her arms dropped, she barely had a chance to move them because he was right back over her, his eyes staring deeply into hers. Lifting her arms, she cupped his cheeks, locking her ankles tightly behind his upper thighs.
"Don't hold back," Sara whispered, her thumbs lightly brushing over his skin. "Not now, not ever again."
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Exhausted was not the word and Sara knew there was probably a 99% chance she'd be a little tender in the morning. Sighing happily because it was worth it, she pressed a little harder into her husband as he lay behind her, one arm possessively holding her against him. You certainly couldn't beat some after sex spooning.
Not much had been said since he'd screwed her into the mattress. She was actually surprised there wasn't a dent in the bed or a hole in the wall from how much the bed had whacked against it. And she was relieved there were no neighbors on the other side of that wall. They probably would have called 911 thinking she was getting murdered.
His fingers were playing with hers and she smiled. It amazed her how after something that had been so intense could now be so gentle. Then her eyes caught the glint of her ring as it hit the light from the bedside lamp. Suddenly, she had a thought and moved her free hand to the chain around her neck.
As she shuffled from his hold and sat up, Grissom watched her unclip the chain and slide off the ring, his ring, to hold it up between her finger and thumb. She smiled and reached for his left hand as he shifted to lean against the pillows.
"I think we can put this back where it belongs now," she said, so very proudly, slipping the ring onto his finger. He looked at it and smiled. "Doesn't hurt does it?" Sara asked.
"No," he said softly.
Lifting his hand to her lips, she gently kissed his knuckles. "You know," she began, holding his hand in her lap, "I think you've out done yourself with your hands tonight, babe."
"You think so?"
She nodded. "Hmmm."
He sighed happily. "I'm fine. Are you okay?"
Ah, she was waiting for that. Whenever they had a wild romp, he would always make sure he hadn't taken things too far. She knew in her heart he would never do that.
"Peanut butter," she said casually, grinning.
"Huh?" he said, frowning at her.
Giggling, she dropped an arm over him and cuddled into his body. "Safe word."
"Ahh. But you didn't use it."
"Didn't need to. I will always trust you. I always have. And to answer your question," she continued, kissing his chest, "you make me feel so damn amazing."
Smiling, he hugged her. "I'm so glad."
"Mmmm, me, too." She yawned then.
"Tired?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sara admitted, running a foot up his leg.
Hugging her a little tighter, Grissom kissed her forehead. "Sleep," he whispered and flicked off the light.
"Love you," Sara mumbled.
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Stretching her legs with an audible growl, Sara clicked her lips together before opening her eyes. Tipping her head to the side, she frowned to see the bed beside her empty. Her eyes flicked to the bedside clock to read it was almost 10am. Boy, she'd slept. No surprise considering.
Smiling at the memory, she threw back the duvet, and slipped from the bed with an enthusiastic stretch of her arms accompanied by a yawn. Grabbing her robe, she covered her nakedness and went in search of her husband. As soon as she stepped out into the hallway, she could smell food cooking and her stomach rumbled. She praised above for a man that could cook especially on the morning after.
Spotting him behind the kitchen counter, she smirked when he moved to the stove, noticing he wore nothing but his boxers.
"You'll catch a cold like that," she commented.
Taking his attention from the eggs he was stirring, Grissom looked over his shoulder and smiled at her. "You know as well as I do, my dear, that a cold is a virus and not something you can catch from the lack of clothing. Plus, I put the heat on."
Smirking as she drew close, she dropped a sweet kiss to his lips. "Hmmm," she sighed, running a hand down his arm as she pulled back. "Well, you can stay like that all day. You won't hear any complaints from me."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Giving Buddy a pat as she sat on a stool, Sara looked him up and down. "I could deal with it." Rolling his eyes, Grissom turned back to his cooking. "How long 'til the food's ready?" she asked.
"I just gotta put the bagels in the oven. Not too long."
Slipping from the stool, she reached around him and turned off the gas to the burner. Frowning, he turned to face her again, spoon aloft.
"Aren't you hungry?"
Taking the spoon from him, she dropped it into the pot. "I am. But it can wait half an hour. I need a shower first. Thought you could join me."
"Oh, you did, did you?"
Pursing her lips and running fingertips across the top of his boxers, Sara nodded. "Ugh huh. Unless of course… you don't want to."
"I think my hunger can wait," he said, taking her hand.
"For the food I hope."
Playfully narrowing his eyes, he smirked and tugged her back towards the bedroom. "I'm surprised you have the energy."
Giggling, she spun him around. "I always have the energy for you."
A/N: I hope it won't be too long before the next chapter. Have a great day xxx
