M Rated

Chapter 37

Grissom followed Sara into their room, not able to take his eyes off her. She was blinding. Stunning. The white fabric clung to her body, highlighting the accents of her body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. It wasn't revealing, in fact it was quiet conservative. But Grissom knew that body. Was intimately aware of every aspect of the woman standing before him.

Shutting the door behind him, Grissom leant his head back. Allowing his eyes to travel over his wife's figure. His wife! He could all her that. Again. Out loud, and not just in his head. Sara Sidle is my wife!

"Would you give me a hand?" Sara said, looking over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were dark, lips pressed together in a sultry grin. Grissom pushed away from the door and approached her. Fingers gliding up the creamy skin of her back. He could feel her shiver at his touch and Grissom couldn't help his smirk.

He pressed his body against her back, his hips lined up perfectly with hers. Sara's firm backside pressing onto him. She moaned softly as he ground a little against her.

Grissom kissed the back of her neck, his fingers pulling the pins free from her hair. It was pulled back, beautifully, at the nape of her neck. But Grissom preferred it down. The brown locks fell around her face and Grissom swiped them to one side, his lips continuing their ministrations to her skin.

"Mmm," Sara hummed as Grissom found that sweet spot, just below her ear. With her hair now free, Grissom ran his hands down her back, finding the zip at the base. One hand snuck around her waist, splaying across her stomach, and pulling her harder against him. Sara shifted, her cheeks rubbing against him. Grissom groaned into her skin.

If there was anything more wonderful than the feel of this woman under his touch, Grissom was yet to find it.

Sara gripped onto his thighs as his hand move north, cupping her breast. Arching into his hand while Grissom pinched her nipple through the fabric. He unzipped her dress, allowing the garment to open behind her. Grissom throbbed at the sight of her. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Like what you see, Dr Grissom?" Sara's voice was husky as Grissom ran a hand over the soft skin of her backside, his fingers slipping between the crack causing Sara to grind against him. Humming in appreciation.

Grissom moved his hand between her thighs, fingers probing her, seeking out that spot he loved so much. He slipped a finger inside and Sara moaned, leaning her head back on his shoulder, moving against his hand as he pumped his finger. His mouth latched onto her shoulder, sucking and kissing her as he put in another digit.

The feel of her flooded his entire body. Heat shot through him. The pull in his groin getting more and more intense.

God, he loved her.

They took a stumbling step forward, Grissom's fingers still inside, and Sara braced herself on the wall. Riding his fingers, rubbing against him.

"Gil," she gasped as his thumb worked circles on her clit. Sara whimpered when Grissom withdrew his hand, fingers slick with her juices. She turned and crushed her mouth against his. She licked the seam of his mouth and Grissom opened up for her. Their tongues clashed, Sara ran hers across the roof of his mouth and Grissom pushed her back against the wall. Lifting her hands to the neck of her dress, Sara pulled the hem down. Ripping her arms out of the sleeves and the dress pooled at her feet.

Grissom pulled back, his eyes darkening as he took in her naked form. Face flushed and eyes swimming with desire. She cupped his face, stroking his beard with such gentility Grissom felt his heart bursting. She pushed him back, stepping out of her dress, kicking off her shoes and guiding him to the bed. Grissom couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You're… incredible," Grissom said, his voice low. Sara pulled his mouth down her hers. The kiss was soft, exploring. She probed his mouth, her hands getting to work on his jacket, his shirt, the t-shirt he was wearing underneath. Nails scraping against his skin as Sara lifted the top, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head.

He pulled her against his chest, skin touching skin. Fire raging within him. If spontaneous human combustion were possible, they were in serious trouble of getting burnt. He twitched within the confines of his trousers. He could feel Sara smiling as she reached down, palming him through the fabric. Grissom bucked against her hand, not able to help the response to her touch. He undid his belt and Sara's hands joined him, popping the button, and pulling the zip down.

Grissom pushed his trousers off, kicking his shoes away as he stepped out. Sara's hand slipped into his boxers and her fingers wrapped around him. Grissom grunted as she stroked him. The sound swallowed by her mouth, her tongue moving in time with her hand.

God she was good. Firmly pulling against him, her nails scraping against his sensitive skin. She released him and hooked her fingers on the waist band, pulling the underwear down to his ankles. Sara kissed his head, and it took all of Grissom's willpower to stop himself from thrusting into her.

This wasn't how he wanted to do this tonight. He wanted to be in her, come with her. Before she could take him in her mouth, Grissom caught her, lifting her chin so their eyes could meet. No words were needed. Just a squint of his eye and Sara stood, running her hands across his bare chest before coming to a stop at the nape of his neck.

In one swift movement, Grissom turned them around and fell with her on the bed. Sara bounced a little as she hit the mattress, giggling as Grissom positioned himself above her. Sara pulled his head down once more, and Grissom mouth devoured hers. Hungrily taking her. Tongues battling.

His fingers glided down her stomach, tracing circles across her abdomen. The top of her thigh. Just above her entrance. Sara gasped against his mouth, grinding against him, trying to get some friction. But Grissom held her still. Hand splayed against her stomach to keep her from moving.

Sara locked a leg up his thigh, spreading herself beneath him. It was all the invitation he needed. Using two fingers at once, Grissom entered her once more and Sara closed her eyes as the digits slid home. He teased her, stretched her, preparing her for when they finally joined. It wasn't part of the plan, staying there. He wated them both to reach their peak together. But Sara was making such incredible noises, he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Colour was flushing her face as she started to build and Sara road his hand harder, causing him to pump faster. He entered another finger, using his thumb to work her clit while the fingers curled within her. Sara's nails dug into his shoulder and Grissom knew, with no small sense of pride, he would have crescent shaped marks on his skin.

"Gil," Sara cried as he pushed her over the edge, her back arched, pushing her magnificent chest out. Grissom kissed it, taking a nipple in his mouth, and savouring the taste of her skin on his tongue.

Salty. Lemony. Flowery. Tastebuds rejoicing as the flavours ran over them.

He didn't even wait for Sara to come down fully before taking out his fingers, lining himself up to her and thrusting in with a grunt. Sara gasped as he entered her and Grissom pulled back, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him.

"I love you," he said softly and started to move within her. She was so tight. Her walls clenched around him, and Grissom grunted as her pushed further into her. He pulled out, almost to the tip, and pounded back in. Sara's hand pulled at his hips and Grissom picked up the pace. Sara meeting him beat for beat.

He could feel her, everywhere. His skin burned where her fingers brushed him. The pull within getting fiercer by the moment. Grissom lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder. He gripped onto her hips and Sara grabbed the headboard. Their movements were growing more and more frantic. He could feel her building once more, still sensitive from her earlier release. His own swiftly coming.

The fire inside him reaching its crescendo.

Grissom pounded into her, fingers moving down to massage her nub, wanting to bring them both over the edge at the same time.

"Sara!" Her walls clenched around him, bringing them to the edge, and falling right over it at the same time. Sara's leg dropped to the bed and Grissom braced himself above her on his forearms, not yet ready to break the connection. He could feel himself softening inside her, but he didn't care.

Grissom opened his eyes to see Sara's brown ones staring right at him. Shining with love and contentment. He bent down and kissed her gently. Sara shifted up and Grissom groaned at the loss of contact as he pulled out of her. She gathered him up in her arms, pulling his head to her chest, resting her cheek on his hair.

"I love you too, Gil," she whispered, and Grissom sighed against her. They lay like that for a while until Sara moved. Grissom looked up and Sara smiled. "Bathroom," she said and pulled away. Grissom watched as she walked, completely naked, to the ensuite. The swish of her hips causing his blood to start heating again. Grissom lay back on the bed.

After a few minutes, Sara returned, smiling at him from across the room. Grissom held out a hand and Sara went to him. Taking her fingers in his, Grissom pulled her back on the bed. Settled against his side, Sara kissed his chest as she lay down.

Grissom ran a finger down her arm, savouring the softness of her skin. His mind drifted back to their first wedding night, the two of them cramped together on their small bunk. Trying to be as quiet as they could as to not disturb the rest of the camp around them. It wasn't particularly romantic, but no less passionate. So passionate, in fact, they fell off the bed. Multiple times. Grissom was stiff for days.

"What's so funny?" Sara asked as the vibrations from his chest ran through her.

"I was just thinking of our first wedding night."

Sara let out a laugh, pushing up to look at him. "We could barely move the next day."

"This is a lot more comfortable, but I still wouldn't change a single thing about that night." Grissom watched her smile, her face softening. "It's one of my top ten."

"Top ten, huh?" She asked, eye crinkling. "What are the other nine?"

Grissom pushed himself up against the headboard, pulling the duvet over them. "Ten, your birthday. 2006. We made plans to go out."

"But we were called into a 419. Gil, we didn't even leave the lab the entire night," Sara said, laughing.

"I know, but it was just us. Working the case." It wasn't quite the romantic night he had planned for her, but they were still able to spend it alone. The rest of the team out on their own cases. In fact, it was kind of perfect. Doing what he loved, with the woman he loved.

"Ok," Sara said, still smiling. "Number nine?"

"Paris. Our anniversary, we went to that restaurant on the Seine."

"That was a good night," Sara agreed. "Eight?"

"Uh, 2007. We worked that case, where we had to interview those conspiracy theorists."

"The ones who thought we were aliens from another planet?"

"Yes, the night you found my letter."

"Conveniently 'hiding' in your Shakespeare volume, on your bedside table."

"I didn't know how else to get you to read it," Grissom said, smiling a little sheepishly. Sara just shook her head.

"Seven?"

"After Brass was shot. It was the first time you told me you loved me."

Sara lent forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I felt it for a lot longer than that night."

"So did I," Grissom replied.

"Six?"

"When I came back from sabbatical."

"You told me you loved me," Sara put in, eyes lighting, and Grissom smiled.

"I should have said it before then."

"You were worth the wait, Gil." Sara moved over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Then, and now."

Those words created something within him. It was a bloom. A beautiful, unique, flower blossoming inside his chest. Taking root within him, paving a way for the exquisite garden that was Sara Sidle.

"Five?"

"When you first said you'd marry me," Grissom answered.

"Four?" A kiss to his neck.

"Our wedding night."

"Three?" His jaw.

"When I found you, in Costa Rica."

"Two?" Sara asked, kissing his cheek.

"That first night."

"I don't think I had ever seen you so nervous," Sara said warmly, cupping his face with her long fingers.

"I had taken so long. I didn't know what would happen. I didn't expect anything." He looked up at her, cupping her face. "Then you kissed me."

"And you fell asleep." She shot him a cheeky grin and Grissom groaned.

"You're not going to let me forget that, are you?"

"Nope."

"I think I made it up to you though," he retorted. Eyes deepening as he looked down at her.

"Mmm," she hummed, kissing his jaw. "You sure did." Sara swung a leg over him, sitting on his lap and framing his face with her hands. The duvet fell and she sat, bare, atop of him. Grissom couldn't take his eyes off her face, alight with love. He pulled her towards him and kissed her.

"One?" Sara asked, resting her forehead on his.

"Tonight," he said, almost on a whisper. "Seeing you walk down that aisle, in that dress. Becoming your husband, again. I promised you forever, Sara. And I meant it. No matter what, I'll never go away. Not again. This night… is the best night of my life."

Sara smiled. "The nights not over, Gil," she said, and she kissed him again.