Chapter 7
"Come with me." Grissom took her hand. But instead of leading her upstairs he walked over and opened the door leading out to the patio. Drawing her out behind him, Grissom walked out until there was nothing but sky overhead. He stepped behind Sara and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"What are we doing out here?" Sara asked. Her voice was puzzled.
"Foreplay," Grissom said and then chuckled at her shocked expression. "No, I don't expect you to take your clothes off here; although, that wouldn't be a bad thing. I'm just continuing the seduction." He placed a gentle kiss below her left ear and asked, "Do you ever just look at the stars?"
"Sometimes, when I want to feel small, I do." Sara leaned her head against his right shoulder and snuggled back into his warmth.
"It has that effect on me too. The universe is vast and unknown and beautiful. It reminds me of you." Grissom leaned in and rubbed his cheek against hers. "There are so many aspects of you I know nothing about, so many things to learn. I want to make sure I take the time to get to know you."
After several minutes, Sara turned in his arms, placed her hands on his shoulders and said softly, "Kiss me."
And he did. His mouth slanted across hers without hesitation. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tongues intertwined, they changed angles without breaking contact searching for a way to get closer. Grissom ran his hands possessively up and down Sara's back. She strained into him pressing her body against his. Her hands were tangled in his hair pulling his mouth down to hers. His hands slid down and, grabbing her hips, he pulled her tighter against his pelvis.
Desire was a knot sitting low in Sara's belly. Heat pooled between her thighs. Her breasts were heavy, aching for his touch. Every nerve ending tingled. She was completely immersed in Grissom. The taste and smell of him were intoxicating. She needed to feel his skin. Running her hands down his chest she began tugging the hem of his shirt from his jeans. When his shirt was pulled loose she ran her hands underneath it, up his abdomen and over his chest.
Grissom gasped at her touch. He felt a stirring in his groin. Tearing his lips from hers, Grissom said, "Let's go inside, unless you really do want to be naked out here." His breath came in ragged gasps. He gently disentangled himself from Sara and took her hand. He couldn't remember her ever looking so sexy. Her eyelids were heavy and her lips swollen. He needed to see, and touch, all of her - now.
Entering the house, Grissom paused to close and lock the door. Turning around he saw Sara's sweater lying on the bottom step but no sign of its owner. Feeling his body tighten in anticipation, Grissom took the time to extinguish the candles before following the trail of clothes up the stairs. Entering his bedroom, Grissom stopped and stared. Sara, clad only in her bra and panties, was lighting the candles he had placed around the room earlier. Grissom noticed that her lingerie matched the color of her sweater and he thought about how the color seemed to give her a glow. Her tousled hair was around her shoulders. Sensing his presence, she turned and smiled. Grissom was finding it hard to breathe.
Stepping across the threshold, Grissom paused to take off his shoes. He walked forward, stopping in front of Sara and said, reverently, "You are incredible." The candlelight highlighted the curve of her waist, the hollow of her throat, the swell of her breasts. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"And I haven't done anything yet," Sara quipped. She was trying to lighten the mood because nerves were starting to set in.
"Yes you have. If we stopped right now, I would still be the luckiest man on earth." Grissom's gaze was hot. His eyes seemed to light little fires all over her skin. "You are everything I could have dreamed of."
For the second time since she walked through the front door tears glistened in Sara's eyes. "Thank you," she breathed. "Grissom, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we agreed to take it slow and…"
Grissom smiled. "Sara, if we don't do this I might explode." His expression became serious. "But, if you're not sure, it's okay. This should be mutual." Grissom took a step closer. He could feel the heat emanating from her body.
Sara closed the distance between them and, reaching up to touch his cheek, said, "I have been sure for longer than I can remember. Now, I do believe, one of us is over dressed for the occasion." With that she grasped the bottom of Grissom's shirt and began pushing it up.
Grissom raised his arms and allowed her to pull it over his head. Now it was his turn to battle nerves. He was feeling every one of the fifteen years between them. How could someone as exquisite as Sara possibly be pleased by the way he looked? Then her hands were on his chest. Feather light, she ran the tips of her fingers out across his shoulders and then down until her hands were splayed against his abdomen. Stepping into him, she placed a kiss over his heart.
Grissom brought his arms around her and held her like he would never let go. He inhaled the scent that was Sara's alone. And then he was kissing her and touching her like a man who had been dying of thirst and was suddenly given water. She was kissing him back. She reached down and began tugging at his belt, laughing at her own haste until he stilled her hands. Taking over, he unbuckled the belt then brought her hands back down to finish what he started. He watched her unbutton and unzip his jeans. He saw her eyes darken as she pushed them down his legs. She bent to help him step out of them then tilted her head back and smiled up at him. Standing, she hooked her thumbs in his underwear and started to push it down.
"Wait," Grissom said. He took her hands and drew her over to the bed. He climbed in and, lying on his side, held out his arms to her. When she had snuggled into his arms, he took in her puzzled expression and said, "I'm not as young as I once was and it's been a while since I've done this. I don't want it to be over too soon."
Sara sat up and, leaning down, kissed Grissom gently. Without a word she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Shrugging her shoulders she let the straps slide down her arms. Catching it in her hands she dropped it off the side of the bed. Grissom's eyes followed the progress of his finger as he traced it down the slope of one breast and across the tip. He smiled as her nipple hardened under his touch. He placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her down until their lips met. Sara slid down until she was once again stretched out beside Grissom. They both moaned softly as skin met skin for the first time. Pulling back, Grissom began to explore Sara's body. He watched her face as he stroked his hand down her side and over her hip before letting his fingertips begin to draw lazy circles over her thighs and stomach. Her muscles quivered at his light touch. Gently pushing Sara over onto her back, Grissom leaned over her and began learning the taste of her. He placed kisses along her throat and across her chest. Reaching her breasts he laved first one peak and then the other with his tongue. Sara brought her hands up to tangle in his hair and arched her back to give him better access. Grissom continued his exploration, placing soft kisses over her belly before running his tongue around her navel. He broke away to hook his fingers in the scrap of satin hiding her from his gaze and slide it over her hips and down her legs. He knelt, sitting back on his heels, drinking in the sight of her. Sara watched him watching her and her arousal climbed another notch. "My God, you are a vision," Grissom breathed in awe. Sara blushed and tried to cover her breasts with her hands. "Don't," he whispered moving her hands away, "I want to look at you."
After a few seconds Sara moved until she too was sitting back on her heels. "I want to look at you too." Before he could protest Sara said, "I know. You can set the pace. I just need to see you. I need to know if my fantasies did you justice." Grissom managed, not very gracefully, to work his underwear off. He returned to kneel in front of Sara. Her eyes roamed across his shoulders and chest, down his stomach, took in his muscular thighs and finally rested on his semi-erect penis. "Oh my, they were nowhere close."
"Is that good or bad?" Grissom asked. He was only half joking.
Sara's eyes flew back to his. "This is a good thing, a very good thing." Sara held out her hand and when Grissom placed his in it she pulled until they were kneeling, face to face, in the middle of the bed. The only thing between them was air that crackled with desire.
They came together. Hands moved over heated flesh. Kissing and nibbling, they stoked the fire burning between them. Sara was sure her heart would stop when she felt Grissom's fingers stroking between her legs. Throwing her head back she groaned in pleasure. He drew a hardened nipple into his mouth and she felt her insides turn liquid. Sara began pressing her lips to every part of him she could reach. She scattered kisses over his hair, his ears and his shoulders. Reaching down between their bodies she took him in her hand. He was almost fully hard and quickly became harder as she moved her hand up and down his length.
"Gris, I need you." Sara's voice was like raw silk. "Please." She was grinding against his hand while trying to keep a steady rhythm of her own. She could feel a tightening in her center. Every sensation seemed to be flowing to and from that one spot. Grissom suddenly plunged two fingers inside her and Sara cried out as her body convulsed. He held her as she rode out her orgasm, kissing her cheeks and eyelids, whispering nonsense to her.
As the throbbing in Sara's body slowed, she dropped her head forward to rest on Grissom's shoulder. She buried her head in the spot where shoulder met neck and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses there. Grissom turned his face to hers and caught her lips in a kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. He continued to move his fingers inside her at a slow pace that served to keep her aroused
"Sara, hold on one second." Grissom withdrew from her body and moved over to open a drawer in the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and tore the package open. Sara, who had moved to wrap herself around his back, reached over and took the package from his hand. Pulling the condom out she told Grissom to lie down. With a gentle touch, and more than a little teasing, she covered his erection. Sara pressed Grissom down onto the mattress and moved to straddle his hips. She leaned forward to kiss him. His penis was snug between her damp thighs, her breasts brushed his chest and he brought his hands up to hold her hips tightly against him. Her heat was going to drive him crazy. Sara sat up and used her hand to guide him inside. She rode him, slowly, until neither of them could stand it anymore. When Grissom realized he was close to the point of no return he used his hand to push Sara over the edge again. He let himself go as soon as he felt the contraction of her muscles. They pounded into each other as both cried out unintelligibly. Sara collapsed on his chest trying to catch her breath. Grissom's heart was pounding and she could feel it under her cheek. He ran his hands soothingly up and down her back.
Raising her head, smiling into his eyes, Sara said, "How about that dessert now?"