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Dedications: I apparently do 'dedications' now. Anywho, this is dedicated to every reviewer who reviewed chapter 18 since I think everyone was like "okay, now what about Nick and Sara?" This is also dedicated to everyone who reads this smut.
Chapter Nineteen: Satisfied?
"Uh uh, leave it," protested Sara as she lazily strolled into Nick's bathroom.
His face was covered in white shaving cream and he was about to take the first stroke at his cheek with the razor when her voice halted him. His eyes followed her curiously in the mirror as her feet made little sounds on the floor.
"What?"
"Wash it off."
"Why?"
"I like stubble," she replied honestly yet in a small voice with a timid smile.
Nick snorted softly and then let out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, all right."
With her arms folded over her oversized t-shirt clad chest, Sara admired the view a few feet from where she stood behind the bent over form of one Nick Stokes. That ass in those boxer briefs had her going, along with his well-muscled back not to mention the rest of him.
Once he was finished he turned around and faced her, toweling off his damp face.
"Satisfied?"
"Not quite," she murmured, closing in on him until she had him pressed against the lip of the sink.
Her gaze trailed her hands running leisurely up from the waistband of his shorts to his chest and then over his shoulders. Her smile was sweet and calm as he wrapped his arms loosely around her, his hands settling low on the small of her back.
"Didn't get enough of me this mornin'?" he drawled out, grinning arrogantly down at her.
"Mmm, Nick, I can never get enough of you," she said on a sigh as his hand began to massage her lower back.
Sara was about to allow her hand to venture down in between them but he surprised her by hitching her legs up around his waist as he began to head out of the bathroom.
"What are you doing?"
"For once, Sar, I would like to take you in my bed," he responded honestly, ungracefully giving the door to his room a hard push with his foot.
"But you did already this morning," she lightly protested.
"Actually, I believe you did."
The sight of her lying in the middle of his bed, with her arms and legs spread out, made him smile softly. It was undeniable that she belonged there and she knew it too. The sheets were a mess along with the pillows scattered amongst the king-size bed but he didn't mind, not when he had Sara Sidle sleeping with him during his resting hours.
"Nick…"
"Be quiet Sara."
The bluntness of his words caused her to pout but they were soon forgotten when his mouth came crushing down on hers in a fierce, carnal play of lips that rendered her breathless and wondering where the hell the man learned to kiss like that. His body was heavy and hard, pressing her into the depths of his unmade bed while his mouth remained fused to hers. She knew that he could kiss like this, making her body liquefy and turning her thoughts into anything but innocent, but each time left her stunned.
With the far too large shirt still on her body, Nick's greedy fingers sought purchase underneath the cloth that separated them. Her skin was smooth and warm beneath his touch but he knew all of this. He had memorized the feeling of her flesh, the curves of her figure and every little freckle, many times before. There was a need in him that yearned to take her hard and fast, sparing neither of them pleasure but only time, but there was also something inside of him that wanted to take things slow, take his time tasting her lips over and over again. Nick was torn between the two and determined to ride it out, ultimately letting both of their bodies to decide what they wanted.
"You are such a tease," she mumbled against his neck when his fingers skimmed across the underside of her breast and then trailed back down to her stomach.
He chuckled smartly before eliciting a throaty groan from her when his hand swiftly reached up and grabbed a fair handful of her breast. Things were definitely leading to the rough sex than the slow sex, Nick noted when her hips angled perfectly up against his. He would undoubtedly be fine with it and something told him that Sara would be too.
Just then, Nick heard the phone ring from the kitchen and groaned into the side of her neck. Perfect timing, he thought sardonically in his mind. Her hand had managed to travel from the back of his neck to the waistband of his shorts and now the phone rang.
"You have an answering machine," she pointed out, looking up into his eyes while she watched his gaze flicker from her swollen lips to her shirt practically over her head and then to her eyes.
"And you have a point."
Thank God for technology, was all he thought before her delicate long fingers slipped past the elastic of his waistband and around the base of his hard-on. His breath came out in a long hiss, provoking Sara to smile triumphantly and grip him tighter as she stroked up the length of him.
There wasn't much need for the shirt that she still adorned and as much as Nick hated to lose the sensation of her hand wrapped around him, he desperately had to have her as naked as humanly possible. His mouth immediately fell on her breast, nibbling along the curve of it before taking her nipple into his mouth, giving a good hard suck. Her fingers slipped into his shortly cropped hair, urging his head to stay fastened to her chest. With a wondrous tongue that was beginning to be put into question along with his talent of kissing, Nick moved to her other breast while cupping the first.
And so the phone proceeded to ring again, making him growl low in his throat and Sara to moan soundly as the vibrations transferred from his mouth to her nipple in between his gentle teeth.
"Someone is persistent," she stated lightly, rolling her eyes at the person who could not accept the fact that Nick was a little busy at the moment.
"I'll show you persistent," he muttered, gripping her hips and bringing them flush with his own, giving a quick thrust against her.
Her face displayed slight shock but more than anything, utter arousal. He rolled his hips in a not so teasing fashion and savored the heat that he could feel emanating from her core. If he slipped his fingers past the barrier of her underwear, he knew he would be consumed by humidity and nothing stopped him from doing so.
A moan tumbled off of her tender lips and into his ear as he suckled her neck and shoulders, his thumb rubbing her deftly. Her hips met the movements of his fingers but she yearned for the erection that was pressing blatantly against the inside of her thigh.
"Now Nick," she pleaded on a moan.
It didn't take much else to convince him that he had to be inside of her, claiming her entirely with his body as well as his mouth. His boxers were forsaken and he practically ripped off her panties that were damp from her excitement.
His mind was clouded with lust as she captured his lips with her own, her nails digging into the muscles of his back. His tongue slipped past her lips, parting them easily and sought for her to stroke. It was his turn to moan into her mouth when her teeth nibbled lightly on his bottom lip while she maintained the contact of their lips.
Her breath hitched when the head of his penis slid inside of her and she spread her legs wider apart to drape loosely around his waist, hooking at the ankles at the base of his spine.
"Fuck me Nicky," she murmured, her voice filled with lust but also a slight timidity that he was not used to hearing in her tone.
And as the full of him eased inside of her, her body completely sheathing him, they made carnal noises simultaneously. His first plunge inside of her when he had withdrawn felt slightly different than what she was used to.
"Nick!" she exclaimed.
His eyes flashed up to hers when he realized that there was no pleasure in her voice but wholly shock and fear.
"What –"
"We forgot a condom!" she cried, trying to get as far a way from him as he could but finding it harder and slightly more painful than she would have hoped.
A low hiss was created in her throat when he tore away from her and he apologized with his eyes. He had been entirely caught up in the feeling of her body writhing and moaning beneath him that he had forgotten to use protection. His hand searched for the box he kept in his bottom drawer and he recovered the little foil package that was causing them so much grief.
The fact that he had almost lost himself in her had she not screamed at him to stop indirectly, he would have fucked her senseless and ultimately gotten her pregnant. The thought ripped through him as he fumbled with the tearing the pesky thing open and until she gently took it from him, opening it easily, he hadn't realized that he was slightly shaking.
"Nick, are you okay?" she whispered, getting on her knees before him, mirroring his position on the bed.
"I'm fine," was his husky and somewhat hoarse reply.
Her hand cupped his cheek and her eyes bore into him with question yet compassion.
"Baby, it's okay."
"No, Sar, it's not. I could have completely changed our future if you hadn't stopped me."
"It was just as much my fault as it was yours," she stated sternly, hardly believing that he was making such a large deal of it.
It wasn't the first time that either of them had almost forgotten a condom though that time before he hadn't been inside of her before she realized it. Her lips pressed affectionately to his and although it was chaste he could feel how loving it was.
"But you don't understand, I –"
"Nick, I don't have to understand. We were both a little caught up and there's nothing wrong with that." She cut off what ever he was going to say again. "Now don't leave me when I'm this horny." Her voice was a soft purr and he smirked faintly at her choice of words.
"Dirty mouth, Sidle," he chastised while she slipped the condom over him.
"You want to see a dirty mouth?" she responded, arching an eyebrow at him.
"Do I," he drawled, the pitch of his voice nearly hitting falsetto when she took him as far as she could in her mouth.
Her tongue stroked the underside of the head of his penis while her lips remained wrapped around him. The heat of her mouth was almost as hot as the heat in between her legs and he preferred the latter.
"I want to come inside you, not inside your mouth," he stated brazenly.
Apparently they had no shame in Texas.
He eased her mouth off of him and she pouted falsely at him, sticking out her bottom lip that she loved so much.
"Hence the latex," she countered, snapping the edge of the condom at the near base of his penis.
The wince that crossed his face was visible but not one of entire extreme discomfort or pain.
"Sorry," she whispered, kissing his lips softly.
He swiftly brought her legs out from underneath her and he kneeled in between her legs, gazing down at the smile on her face that soon twisted when he brought her pelvis to his. The initial dive into her was fierce and highly anticipated but the position that they were in was a little awkward with him kneeling and her lying flat on her back. Quickly thinking, Nick grabbed a pillow from behind Sara's head and put it underneath her behind after giving it a few firm squeezes. The pillow lifted her hips and instantly made everything a hell of a lot simpler. Not to mention that she found the angle perfect.
The sensation of him embedded to the hilt inside of her, melted her body into a pool of liquid lust. She groaned and practically lied there while he worked her, doing far better than needed for the both of them. When she could muster it, she lifted her hips to meet his, sending him deeper. But her mind kept going blank with the skillful rocking of his pelvis and his dominating tongue on her bellybutton. It was about as far as he could bend while still in her but she didn't mind, not when he could work wonders with flicking his tongue and circling it around her bellybutton.
The tension was mounting and every few thrusts he broke his pace but she hardly minded. Her body was tingling everywhere and there was something tightening in her belly that was bound to uncoil any moment now. Both of their breaths were labored and a faint sheen of sweat covered his impressive chest. He gripped the underside of thighs harder and groaned soundly when she clenched her muscles around him. It was the beginning of her orgasm and he could also feel himself about to explode.
What did him in was a shimmy of her hips when the pillow was no longer beneath her bottom. The shimmy was an attempt to move on top of the pillow but what it really did was shatter Nick's world, his body nearly splintering into little pieces. His manly cry flooded her ears and as overwhelmed as he was by his own release, he needed to bring her to her impending orgasm. The last few thrusts were hard and deep as he slowly withdrew out of her. He withdrew until only the tip of his penis was in her and then plunged abruptly back where he had been, feeling her body spasm harder as he did this a couple of times. Finally she cried out and clamped together all over him, her orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks. White light flashed before her eyes and her body felt as if it had exploded but in a delightful way. There was no more tension in her tummy but an all around feeling of relief and satisfaction throughout her body.
Slowly, their breathing became normal and she slid the pillow out from under her, bringing her lower body back down to the comfortable bed. He still knelt between her legs but he had braced himself on either side of her hips, now on all fours. His breath fell on her stomach, tickling her and she moved uncomfortably.
"What?"
"That tickles," she said quietly, scratching hard at her stomach to rid of the lingering sensation of his breath. The rough touch did it but it didn't matter much when he collapsed onto his back and brought her practically on top of him.
Several minutes later of lying there with Sara on top of him, Nick broke the silence. "Satisfied?"
There was a playful grin, bearing teeth and exposing hidden plans in her eyes. Her hand dipped low beneath the duvet over top of them and to his growing erection in between his legs.
"Not quite."
They had one week off and they had managed to spend three days in Nick's apartment, hardly getting out of bed because of the much-needed sleep and the fact that they could not keep their hands off of one another.
Sara found Nick making what appeared to be breakfast and the clock on the stove confirmed it. She came up behind him and dropped kisses along his neck and shoulders.
"You've got to stop wearing no shirt," she mumbled, her hands resting gently on his shoulders.
"Am I distracting you, Sara?"
"A little," was her honest reply. She stole away from him and took out plates for the pancakes that he had made them. The two glass plates rested beside the stove and in the corner she leaned back against the edge of the counter where he was, facing him.
"So what are we going to do for the next couple of days?"
"Well you seem pretty content with just laying in bed and having me cook for you."
"You make good food," she remarked timidly, folding her arms over her chest.
"And?"
"You're good in bed so why would I leave it?"
He met her eyes as he flipped a perfectly round pancake with the rubber spatula. "I guess I can't argue with that."
She swatted him lightly on the arm and let out a quiet sigh.
"And it won't be a couple of days," he said, settling two homemade pancakes on each plate before bringing them to the table.
She finally understood what he was saying.
"It was Grissom who called the second time. He said that he has decided that the week suspension was a bit of a joke, though those weren't his exact words, and the lab really needs us."
"In other words, he still thinks that the week suspension is legit and we're only back because everyone is pulling triples not because he thinks we should be."
"Exactly."
"When do we return?"
"Tonight."
"What! I can't even enjoy one more night with you?" she whined ungracefully as she sat down at the table beside him.
"Apparently, Grissom didn't take your raging libido into consideration."
That induced a swift and painful punch to the arm.
"That one hurt."
"Suck it up, Texan," she muttered darkly, cutting at the syrup-drenched pancakes with hostility.
"Poor pancakes," he observed, staring down at her plate.
"You know, just because this is a butter knife doesn't mean it can't be used for other means. Like, say, removing your testicles."
"I like them where they are just fine," he smiled through a mouthful of pancake. "And I think you like them where they are too."
She chuckled down at her drowning and dismembered breakfast, starting to actually feel sorry for the food before her if her logic hadn't kicked in to remind her that the food, although biotic, could not feel the knife ripping through it.
"We're not going to last at all at work," she stated, finishing off her first and moving onto her second pancake.
"What do you mean?" he asked, sitting down after getting seconds.
"This sexual innuendo isn't going to pass with Grissom."
"First of all, I consider it witty bantering and secondly, I wouldn't be doing it in front of Grissom."
She licked her knife clean and he shook his head, laughing.
"What?"
"You have the manners of a little boy."
"What were you saying?" she muttered, threateningly pointing the knife down at his groin.
"You should have gone to one of the Finishing schools in the south," he said lightly before taking a rather large bite of pancake.
"Says the man who just shoved half his pancake into his fat mouth."
"Finishing School is for girls and since I apparently have a fat mouth, I can fit half of my pancake in it."
"Aren't we cheeky in the morning?"
"You're just as bad," he quipped, smiling innocently at her.
"You should be damn glad that you're good in bed."
"Why's that?"
"Or else I'd slap you silly with that mouth of yours," she teased but he caught the undertone in her voice and chortled.
"Are you just with me for the mind-blowing sex then?"
"I wouldn't call it 'mind-blowing.'"
"That's what you called it earlier."
"Yes, that was before I had sex with you."
"Then what would you call it?"
"Earth shattering, toe-curling, headboard banging, up against the wall, melt into a pool of liquid lust, mind-blowing sex."
He looked at her stoically, chewing and then swallowing. When he spoke his voice was even and honest but without any emotion whatsoever. "Wow. That's some hot sex."
"Yes, yes it is."
Her breakfast finished and any trace of syrup was gone from her plate. It basically looked like it had just come out of the dishwasher.
"Now I have to imagine being on the end of that kind of sex," he mused, wondering if she would catch his implication. She did and looked like she was going to kill him.
"Calm down, darlin'. I'm just kidding," he laughed.
"You really have a death wish this morning, don't you?"
"No, I just really like teasing you is all. Sar, you know you're damn good in bed."
She snorted and looked in the other direction while he grabbed her by the hand and hauled her into his lap, brushing the chestnut hair out of her face.
"You're damn good in bed, a beautiful woman, a helluva CSI and fuck me if you're not the most intelligent person I know."
"Interesting choice of words, potty mouth."
"Do I always have to lay on the southern charm?" he drawled, smiling at her with all white teeth.
"It wouldn't hurt."
"But more importantly, we need to clean up this mess and get ready. You probably need to stop by your place for some new clothes?"
"I still have some pants and a shirt that I haven't worn."
"I'm not surprised since you've been wearing my shirts and boxers for the past couple of days."
"I like them. They're comfy and they smell nice."
"You can smell like me all you want, darlin', but for now, help me with these dishes."
