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This is for all you patient readers. Enjoy! A special 'Hey' to CherokeeLaday. Keep up the great work!
WARNING: This chapter is rated a strong R for sexual situations. Please be forewarned. Thank you.
Chapter 15
Warrick held her hand as they walked to his front door and Sara was thankful for that small comforting gesture. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering uncontrollably now but the feel of his hand surrounding hers was somehow reassuring. He gave her hand a slight squeeze before releasing it to open the door. He smiled at her warmly before stepping out of the way to let her inside.
Sara had never been to Warrick's house before and she was pleasantly surprised at how inviting it was. The living room was comfortably large and held all the essentials of a typical living room with the added bonus of a large piano in the far corner. The furniture and color schemes were warm and welcoming and not overly masculine by any means. "Nice," she said quietly to him as she ventured further into the room. She noticed there were many photographs spread out on the end tables and the walls. She headed to a few that were on the mantle above the fireplace.
She smiled warmly at a picture of Warrick with his arms around a tiny older black woman obviously his grandmother. Her eyes traveled to the next photo and her grin widened. This picture was of him and Nick from one of their softball games. They both had victorious smiles on their faces and a trophy held between them. The next photo was of the gang taken at a barbeque at Catherine's last summer. Everyone was smiling and relaxed. She remembered the party had been a lot of fun. Her eyes traveled to the next photo and froze. There was a picture of her and Warrick taken at the same party. He had his arms around her waist and his chin was resting on top of her head. Her hands were on top of his and she wore a silly smile on her face. Warrick's face held a mischievous grin.
Sara chuckled quietly as the memory came back to her. She turned to him with a smirk on her face. "This was taken right before you threw me in the pool. You were planning it. Look at the twinkle in your eyes." She grinned as she swatted her hand at him. Warrick laughed, "I wish we had gotten a picture of Sanders face when you climbed out of the pool in your wet tank top. His eyes bugged out of his head. We thought he was going to hyperventilate. Of course it didn't help that it took you a few minutes to realize you weren't wearing a bra and that the top was very sheer. God you were so pissed at me."
Sara's cheeks flamed red as she remembered how mortified she had been. The guys had teased her endless for weeks after that and Greg had been almost impossible. He couldn't talk to her without looking down at her chest. She finally had to slap him up side the head to get him to stop.
"You know," Warrick teased, "that was the day my eyes were opened to how incredibly sexy you are." She went to slap him again but he caught her hand and pulled her roughly against him. His eyes burned into hers with an intense heat before his lips descended and claimed hers in a hungry kiss. Sara moaned at the intensity of it. She locked her arms tightly around his neck and pressed herself hotly against him.
There was no need to hurry this kiss. There was no one to interrupt them. The minutes ticked by as they eagerly explored one another's mouths with tongues and lips. Their hands roamed slowly, sliding sensuously across each others shoulders and back. When the kiss began to intensify, Warrick broke away from her mouth reluctantly. He gazed at her beautiful face taking in her lust filled eyes and swollen lips. He groaned wantonly, not wanting to wait but knowing he couldn't rush her. He knew she was nervous. It was a significant step they were taking together.
"I promised you dinner," he whispered, his voice sounding husky to his own ears. Her eyes widened slightly and she said in a voice just as husky sounding, "You want to eat?" He laughed at her flabbergasted expression and took her hand and led her into the kitchen. "I made eggplant." he said as he opened the oven door and a delicious smell filled the air.
Sara smiled at him and his unexpected endeavor but she knew she would never get more then a few forkful down. She was too nervous. "It smells wonderful. If your culinary skills are as good as your CSI ones, it's going to taste fabulous. I can't wait to try it," she said sincerely. He chuckled at her gracious attempt at being polite. "I'm not sure how much I can eat right now so if its all right with you we can have it later after we've worked up an appetite." he said as he waggled his eyebrows. Her cheeks flamed pink at the implication of his words but she couldn't keep the grin off her face.
He pulled out a chair and asked her to take a seat. He grabbed 2 spoons from a drawer and handed her one. She raised her eyebrow in question and watched as he went to the freezer and came back with a gallon of cookie cream's. "I thought maybe we could have dessert first." Warrick said with sexy grin.
Sara blew out the anxious breath she had been holding and started to laugh. God he was so sweet. "Thank you. The eggplant smells absolutely fantastic but I know I wouldn't be able to get more then 3 bits down, but ice cream that's a whole different story." she laughed.
They clanked their spoons together and dug in. They ate in silence, quietly smiling at one another. When more then half of the carton was gone they both leaned back with satisfied smiles on their faces. He stood up to put the ice cream and spoons away and then turned back toward her and held his hand out to her. "Come and dance with me," he said softly. She took his hand and let him pull her up to her feet. He walked them back into his living room and over to his stereo. She watched him flip through his CDs. She reached out and gently touched his hand, stopping his search.
"Do you have anything you've recorded?" she asked softly. He smiled at her, touched that she would ask. He nodded and reached for a case. He slipped the CD into the machine and took her in his arms. "I made this for my grandmother a few years ago. I'm not sure if you're going to like it. It's mostly old blues and jazz tunes."
The first notes of a seductive piano ballad spilled softly from the speakers and before Sara knew it she was wrapped up in his arms. As the beautifully flowing melody flowed around her, she tightened her hold around his neck, pressing herself against his hard body. She slowly breathed him in while his music filled her ears. She pressed her lips softly against his neck, tasting him. At that very moment he seemed to fill all of her senses. He completely surrounded her and it felt wonderful. She pulled away from him and looked up into his beautiful eyes. "I love it. You play incredibly Warrick." He smiled at her tenderly, pleased by her words. He pulled her close again and whispered, "Thank you," in her ear.
They moved slowly around his living room, enjoying the feel of their bodies moving together. All of Sara's anxiety melted away as he held her in his arms. She was thankful for his willingness to take things slow, but as their bodies continued to softly brush up against one other, the desire for more became overpowering.
Warrick's need for her was growing by the second. The feel of her in his arms was intoxicating. He never wanted to let her go. He ran his fingers slowly across her bare skin, fighting back a groan when he felt her tremble from his touch. His hands wandered seductively up and down her spine, before finally settling on her sexy derrière. He caressed her for a few moments before he pulled her tightly against his awaiting body.
Sara gasped in surprise at his sudden boldness and her eyes shot to his. His sexy eyes burned with heat and she knew the wait was finally over. Warrick Brown was about to devour her. Unable to stop her body's reaction, she shivered in anticipation. His lips were on hers in a heartbeat and she wantonly growled at the sheer power of his kiss. Gone was the tenderness and innocence of their first kisses. In its places was unadulterated, lustful passion.
Sara's whole body quickly ignited with desire. Kissing him was not enough. She needed to touch him, all of him. She tugged urgently on his shirt, yanking it harshly from the waistband of his pants. She fingers stumbled over the buttons, frantically trying to release them from their confines as quickly as possible. Realizing it was going to take her too long to get to where her hands desperately wanted to be, she grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled it apart ardently. She heard the sound of the buttons exploding and felt him smile against her hungry lips. Within seconds, his ruined shirt was pushed off his shoulders and her hands were roaming freely across his magnificent chest.
Sara was driving him wild with her ravenous kisses and her small hands roving seductively across his bare skin. He growled passionately against her incredible lips and was greeted by the enticing thrust of her tongue. He felt her lift up one of her legs and hook it suggestively around his waist. He instinctively knew what she wanted and obliged quickly. His hands slid down her body until they reached the hem of her dress. Taking it in both hands he slowly pulled it up around her waist. Within seconds his hands were back on her ass. He groaned hungrily when his hands felt soft, bare skin, she was in a throng. He moved one hand unhurriedly up the leg she had wrapped around him, enjoying the supple, smooth sensation of her heated flesh. His other hand remained possessively on her ass, caressing and kneading her silky firmness.
The sound of her low, sultry moan sent a wave of burning desire coursing through him. In one swift motion, he lifted her up off the ground and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He blindly moved forward until her back was pressed up against the wall. She mewed hotly against his lips and ground herself shamelessly against his very aroused body. The sensation was too much for him and he had to tear his mouth away from hers. His breath was ragged and uneven. He could feel his body beginning to tremble with pent up desire. He looked at her face and drank in her sexy appearance. He had never seen her more beautiful. Part of her hair had fallen down and was framing her lovely face. Her cheek were flushed a pretty pink and her lips were swollen from his demanding kisses.
Sara's eyes shone with lust as she heavily breathed his name. "Warrick," she begged, "please, I can't wait," was all she could manage to whisper before her lips were back on his. He adjusted her weight more comfortably against his body and moved swiftly down the hall. Once inside his bedroom, he kicked the door shut and slowly released his hold on her. She seductively slid down his body, her mouth placing hot, wet kisses down his neck as she went.
Sara missed the heated contact of his body immediately when she felt her feet hit the floor. Her hands continued their arousing journey across his chest and her lips begin to follow suit. Her tongue reached one of his small, dark nipples and she swept it back and forth feeling it pebble against her lips. She greedily captured it with her hungry mouth and tugged on it urgently. She heard his sudden intake of air and the sound drove her on. She moved hurriedly to his other nipple and repeated the same action this time letting her teeth gently nip at him.
Warrick growled her name and pulled her away from him. His hands grasped her shoulders tightly and her eyes flew to his. His normally bright eyes were dark with desire. They sparked with a burning hunger that she had never seen before. His eyes seemed to reach down into her very soul and burn her with their need. He turned her slowly until she was facing away from him. She stood facing a full length mirror on the back of his door. She met his eyes in the reflected glass. She shivered again, both in anticipation for what he was about to do to her and in dread because she didn't know if she could handle watching it.
Sara felt his hand on the zipper of her dress and she held her breath. She felt its slow descent and watched him quietly. His eyes were on her again and she knew he was silently asking her for permission to continue. She smiled at him reassuringly touched that he was such a gentleman.
Sara felt her skin flush pink when the dress caressed its way silently down her body. The coolness of the air and his heated scrutiny of her body caused her nipples to tighten painfully. She wanted to cover herself desperately but forced her arms to remain at her sides. She watched as his eyes flamed hotly and he growled her name in appreciation as she stood before him in just a red lacy throng and her red spiky heels. She felt his hands slid slowly around her waist and up across her smooth stomach. Her breath quickened and her nostrils flared in preparation for the onslaught of feelings she was about to experience.
Warrick cupped her small pert breasts in his hot hands, slowly grazing his thumbs across her hardened nubs. He heard her gasp and felt her step back to press herself against him. He leaned down and began to nibble on her ear. "You are so incredibly beautiful Sara…so damn sexy," he whispered hotly in her ear, his thumbs still caressing her. He continued his loving assault on her neck but his eyes remained open and watching her in the mirror.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she began to moan in pleasure. She reached up and gripped his wrists trying to steady her shaking body. He kneaded and caressed her for a few minutes more, enjoying the flushed look of bliss on her face and the arousing sounds she was making in the back of her throat. Then in one swift motion his fingers latched onto her nipples and he squeezed and twisted them ardently. Sara cried out his name as her body bucked violently against his. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her system and her legs gave out as her climax reached its peak.
Warrick felt a rush of burning lust shoot straight through his body as he watched Sara climax from his touches. He caught her in his arms when her legs gave way. He gently lifted her and laid her softly on his bed. Sara's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him shyly. He caressed her cheek lovingly for a moment before placing a tender kiss on her lips. Ever so slowly he began an erotic journey down her body placing soft, velvet kisses on her sensitive skin.
By the time his lips reached her breasts, she was on fire again. Her fingers dug into the muscles on his shoulders as she whimpered in anticipation. When his hot, wet tongue finally flicked the tip of her aching nub, she cried out his name and her body arched up off the mattress. He placed his hands on her shoulder to hold her in place as his magnificent mouth began to do wondrous things to her.
Sara thrashed against his hold, as her hands found their way into his hair. She guided his head silently urging him to engulf her further with his mouth, as she begged, "Please Warrick." Within moments her body was convulsing again as an intense explosion shook her from the inside out.
Sara lay there unable to move, letting the pleasure fill her completely. She opened her eyes when she felt his hands on her body slowly removing her throng and her red heels. She met his eyes and saw the burning hot need there. Knowing what he intended to do she stuttered, 'Warrick I… I don't think I can handle it." When his gaze only intensified, she blushed deeply. She felt his fingers caress her gently through her curls and her legs parted on their own.
Sara had no idea how much time had passed as she lay there feeling the final pulses of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced ebbed through her body. Her throat was sore from her loud vocal pleas. Her body felt incredibly limp and sated. She turned her head to see a very complacent and pleased smile on the handsome man beside her. She turned her body onto its side and brought her lips to his for a tender kiss. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her firmly against his body, deepening the kiss.
They gently explored each others mouth for a short time before they pulled apart. She smiled at him and whispered, "That was incredible." He shook his head slowly, "No, you were incredible. The sounds you made, the way your body responded to my touches, the taste of you… God Sara, you drove me wild." Her face flushed in embarrassment at his words. "Don't be embarrassed Sara. You looked beautiful," he said tenderly touching her cheek.
"But I was so loud and brazen. I've never been like that before. You made me lose complete control." she said softly. "I love that you trust me enough to let yourself go. And believe me, it's pretty good on my ego to hear you screaming out my name and begging me not to stop," he said with a sincere chuckle.
Sara smiled at him touched by his heartfelt words. Suddenly a thought flew through her mind. Her hands traveled down his chest and came to rest on the waistband of his pants. It was her turn to explore. She smiled wickedly to herself as a wave of fiery desire coursed through her body. She looked over at him, her dark eyes dancing with anticipation. "It's my turn to play," she whispered huskily as she pushed him onto his back.
She quickly straddled his waist and smiled down mischievevously at him and said huskily, "I think you have on too many clothes Mr. Brown." She moved off his body and stood at the end of the bed, as she removed his shoes then socks. He smiled to himself thankful that she was not bothered by the fact that the lights were on and he could study her sexy, lithe body at his leisure.
Sara climbed up his body, grinning the whole way. She reached for his button and his zipper and in one quick motion she had his pants off, throwing them over her shoulder. She allowed herself the luxury of letting her eyes travel down his incredible body. Once they completed their journey they returned to study his silky black boxers. She reached out a shaky hand and placed it on his hip. Her fingers stroked the satiny material, feeling his skin underneath. Her breath quickened as she watched the front of his boxers tent up. Her fingers trailed slowly across the front of his boxers. She hesitated only a moment before she began to softly stroke the hard length of him. He growled her name hotly, and grasped her hand stopping her action.
"I won't make it if you continue doing that Sara." he said in a husky deep voice. She smiled shyly in understanding. She quickly straddled his waist again, settling herself hotly on his large, straining erection. "Not helping," he groaned as he watched her remove the clips from her hair, letting it spill sexily down over her shoulders in soft waves. She ground her hips in a slow circular motion and leaned down to kiss his chest.
She explored the vast expanse of his wide chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath her lips and fingertips. She played wantonly with his nipples again, loving the feel of his body's arousal pressed so intimately against her. The sound of his soft growls and moans drove her wild with desire. She slid her body slowly upwards letting her breasts softly caress his chest as she did so. She continued her grinding motion, pressing down more firmly on him. Unable to control the bucking of his hips, he growled again at the overpowering seductive sensations her body was causing him to feel.
Warrick could feel her smile against his neck as she continued to kiss and suck his skin with her mouth. Her hands began a journey of the own stroking and caressing every inch of his skin she could reach. When her mouth reached his ear, she hotly whispered, "God your body is so hard and sexy. It feels so good against mine. You make me burn Warrick." His hands shot to her ass and he grasped it passionately. She moved her assault to his other ear, sucking on his earlobe hungrily. His hands moved up in between their bodies to cup her breasts. He felt her shudder in response. His fingers found her nipples again and he felt her breath catch. She moaned lustfully in his ear and said, "God Warrick you make me so wet… I need you …please Warrick! " His fingers pinched her hotly as she thrust down on him fervently.
Warrick couldn't wait another second. He flipped her over onto her back. In one fluid motion his boxers were gone and he was poised over her. Sara's breath caught in her throat at the incredible sight of him. His face was a mask of gorgeous lustfulness and his body was absolute perfection, full of rippling muscles and commanding strength. A wave of pure pleasure raced through her body, Warrick was about to take her. She reached up and ran her hands across his chest and up to his muscular shoulders, shuddering at the power of him. Slowly she opened herself to him, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him toward her.
Warrick watched her lovely face flush as she prepared herself for him. He stifled a groan when he felt her long shapely legs slid around his waist and pull him toward her awaiting body. He smiled at her tenderly, before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. He pulled away after a moment. He wanted to watch her face as he entered her.
He teased her for only for a few moments, knowing he was torturing himself as well. She growled his name in frustration and reached up to pinch his nipples. That was all it took. With one deep thrust in was inside her. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body arched up toward his as his name fell softly from her lips. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Sara to feel so incredible.
Neither one moved for a moment, both to caught up in the sensation of finally being together, joined so intimately. She was the first one to come to her senses and she began to move slowly. Just that slightest movement of her body gripping him and sliding against his caused his world to tilt. "Sara," he hissed. Their eyes locked hotly and she lifted her finger to trace his lips.
A wicked smile crossed her face and suddenly she was squeezing him tightly with her inner muscles. He couldn't move if he did he was going to lose it. She thrust her hips again and begged "Please Warrick I need more." He groaned and shut his eyes. She looked too good. She felt too right. He tried to think about anything other than the sexy, beautiful woman beneath him. It didn't work.
Sara surrounded him; her touch, her voice, her smell. Realizing he wasn't going to be able to fight his body's reaction to her, he opened his eyes and captured her enticing mouth in a scorching kiss, let the sweet release come.
They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies becoming one. She willingly took what he offered, only to demand more from him in the next breath: faster, harder, deeper. Never before had a woman taken him to the precipice so quickly.
Sara's body felt like it was burning from the inside out. She had never felt so out of control. He filled her completely. With every determined stroke, he sent her closer to the edge. He was ungodly beautiful moving above her, his muscles flexing and releasing, the fine sheen of sweat covering his glorious body. She watched his gorgeous eyes flutter shut and knew he was close. She shifted her hips slightly allowing him deeper penetration. His eyes flew open and locked hotly onto hers. "Come with me Warrick," she breathed as she locked her legs tightly around his waist.
Warrick didn't need to be told twice. He readied his body and took her like he had so many times in his dreams. Within moments her inner muscles claimed him and the sound of her screaming his name filled his ears. He felt her powerful climax rock through his own body and it sent him over the edge. He cried out her name, as he emptied himself deep inside of her. He held himself above her for a moment before collapsing down on top of her. He was completely sated and spent. He rolled over on to his side, pulling her with him.
He held her close, feeling the tremors of pleasure still pulsing through his body. He felt her body shudder too and gently kissed her forehead. Her hand roamed unhurriedly across his chest and he heard her sigh contently. He turned his head and was greeted by a beautiful smile. His own face lit up into a smile as he leaned over to kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer. When the kiss ended, he reached up to caress her cheek. Her eyes danced happily as she said, "That was…unbelievable." His thumb lazily traced the outline of her lips. "Much better then all my fantasies," he murmured.
Sara felt her face flush at his words. "The things you made my body feel," he whispered trailing his finger slowly down her neck to her chest. "It drives me wild that you're so sensitive," he continued as his finger burned a path to her nipple. "Warrick," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Oh god," she cried arching her back off the bed when his finger reached its destination.
In a heartbeat, his body was looming above her again. He smiled wickedly and said, "I want you again…now" A wave of anticipation and pleasure shot through her body. Her brown eyes darkened with need. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she uttered one word, "Please." That was all he needed to hear. They had endless hours of pleasure awaiting them and he wasn't going to waste one minute of it.
TBC
I realize some of you may be offended by the descriptive sex. I apologize for that. I tried to keep it as low key as possible. I debated for a long time as to how to write this chapter. I decided that I had created too much build up between Warrick and Sara to have it happen quickly and without description. In order to continue to build their relationship I felt it was necessary for the reader to feel their passion for each other. Please let me know what you think either way. Thanks.
