Author's Note: Okay, I dunno what this really is or where it even came from. The idea popped in my head, I started writing and this is where the muse went. This is my first attempt at full on smut. I know it sucks but it is what it is.
Disclaimer: Nope, sadly they're not mine. If so, they would have done this stuff way more often.
Grissom walked out of the bathroom and was met with the glorious sight of a nearly naked Sara Sidle laying in the middle of the bed. The only stitch of clothing she had on was what appeared to be an expensive black bra and a matching pair of underwear. She was on her back, pushed up on her elbows as she looked at him. Her brown eyes watching his every movement. She was the epitome of sexuality, but he knew her game. He knew what she was doing.
"You sure you have to go?" Sara looked at him, a slight pout on her lips.
"I promised the guys, honey. You know this." Grissom smirked at her as he walked into the closet.
"I know, but I was hoping maybe you changed your mind." Sara shrugged her slender shoulders.
"Sara, you know there's nothing I would rather do than stay here with you." Grissom said as he emerged from the closet, pulling on a pair of dark jeans.
"But yet, you're going out with the guys." Sara raised an eyebrow.
"It's Warrick's bachelor party. His last remaining night of freedom before he ties himself down to Catherine for the rest of eternity." Grissom laughed, slipping his phone in his pocket. "Besides, don't you have plans with Catherine anyway?"
"Yeah, but not til later tonight." Sara huffed. "I just don't get why this is such a big deal. You didn't have a bachelor party when we got married."
"Some people are just more traditional than us, darlin'. The boys tried their best though." Grissom winked at her as he slipped on a dark blue button up shirt, rolling the sleeves up to reveal his forearms.
Sara crawled to the end of the bed, getting up on her knees and taking his shirt in her hands as she pulled him close. Their faces were inches apart as Sara ran her hands down his chest that was still exposed from his open shirt.
"You sure I can't change your mind?" Sara whispered as her lips ghosted across Grissom's, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
"You're beginning to." He whispered back, his hand trailing down her arm before skimming the side of her left breast.
Sara let out a soft moan as their lips made contact. She wrapped her arms around Grissom's neck, pulling him against her as her tongue traced his lips. Just as Grissom slipped his tongue into her mouth, his phone went off.
"Don't." Sara mumbled against his lips.
"It could be important." Grissom replied as he blindly fumbled for the offending device in his pocket.
Finally pulling the phone out, Grissom pulled back to see who the caller was. He gave his wife one last kiss before he flipped the phone open.
"Jim." Grissom greeted his friend on the other end.
"Just making sure you still planned on joining us tonight." Brass's voice came through the device.
"Of course, I am." Grissom smirked into the phone.
Sara was dead set on her mission though, gliding her lips down to his neck. Her tongue poked out to taste his skin as she gently bit down on his pulse point. Grissom's breath hitched as he struggled to focus on his phone conversation.
"What- what was that, Jim?" Grissom stammered into the phone.
"I said, when will you be here?" Jim repeated his question.
Grissom bit his lip as he fought back a moan when Sara's hands moved to the front of his jeans, rubbing him through the material. She kissed the side of his bearded jaw as she undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper.
"Um." Grissom swallowed as he watched her hands push his jeans and boxers down his hips, freeing his growing erection.
Sara lowered herself onto her stomach, bringing her face level with his crotch. She licked her lips as one hand rubbed him from root to tip, over and over. Her other hand firmly gripped his ass. She looked up at him from under her lashes, seeing his blue eyes darken as he watched her. Sara leaned in, kissing the head of his erection. Grissom's grip on his phone loosened and he almost dropped it as he watched Sara lick the tip of him.
"Shit." He breathed as Sara ran her tongue along his shaft.
"You okay, Griss?" Brass asked, sounding concerned.
"Y-yeah." Grissom's free hand went into Sara's hair as he watched her take him into her mouth.
"You seem a little off." Brass laughed through the phone.
"Not yet." Grissom mumbled, slowly pumping his hips as Sara took him deeper.
Grissom tried to control his breathing as he watched Sara working him with her mouth. He had always loved her mouth. She had an incredible mouth. She hummed against him and he tightened his jaw to keep himself from groaning.
"Gil, the guys are all here." Brass sounded impatient. "Are you coming or what?"
"Soon." Grissom ground out as his fingers tangled in Sara's brown hair.
His eyes locked with hers, her brown almost black with lust. He almost lost it when she moved her hand between her legs.
"Change of plans. Give me an hour." Grissom's voice rushed into the phone.
Grissom ended the call and threw the phone on the bed before Brass could respond. He all but ripped off his shirt that was still unbuttoned. He continued pumping his hips, both of his hands now buried in Sara's dark locks.
"Oh shit." He groaned as she pulled back and sucked on the head of his erection. "God, you're so fucking good at that. So fucking good."
Sara released him with a wet pop, sitting back on her knees and reaching around to undo her bra. She knew she had him by the look on his face as he quickly pushed his pants and boxers down to his feet before kicking them off. As soon as Sara tossed her bra on the floor, Grissom practically tackled her to the bed. His mouth immediately went to her neck, his hands cupping both her breasts.
"You play dirty." He grunted as he ground his erection against her core.
Sara let out a moan that echoed off the walls of their bedroom. Her hands gripped his ass as he attacked her neck. Grissom tore one of his hands away from her breast as he brought it down between her legs, rubbing the outside of her panties.
"Fuck, you're soaked." Grissom growled into her neck.
Sara let out a whimper when Grissom's hand suddenly disappeared from her core. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of her underwear being ripped apart.
"You owe me new underwear." Sara gasped as Grissom's hand went back between her legs. "That was La Perla."
"I'll get you a gift card." Grissom mumbled as he sucked on her neck. "I need you. I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you."
"God, yes." Sara breathed as she watched his blue eyes go almost black.
Leaning back onto his knees, Grissom took himself in his hand. He rubbed his erection along Sara's slit, smirking as her abdominal muscles jump in anticipation. She was practically panting as she watched him.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" Grissom finally pushed into her, connecting their bodies.
"Yessss." Sara hissed as he fully sheathed himself inside her. "Oh, fuck!"
"That's the idea, darlin'." Grissom groaned as he started moving inside her. "Damn, you feel so good."
"Oh god, Griss." Sara moaned, raising her hips so she could take him deeper.
"So tight. So wet. All for me." Grissom grunted between thrusts, his rhythm increasing as he started pounding into her. "God, I love you Sara."
"I love you, Gil." Sara panted as she matched him stroke for stroke.
Grissom knew she was close. He knew Sara's body like the back of his own hand. Reaching down between them, his thumb found her clit. He grinned as Sara cried out, her hands digging into his shoulders. He slammed his mouth down onto hers, shoving his tongue in her mouth.
"You gonna come for me?" Grissom pulled back as his thrusts became frantic.
"Yes. Fuck, yes!" Sara moaned out, burying her head into his shoulder.
Grissom kept at her clit, feeling her inner walls tightening around him. He knew Sara was there when her back arched off the bed and her entire body convulsed with pleasure. He continued pumping into her as he watched her come down from her high. Her eyes opened and locked with his. She brought a hand up to his face, wiping away a bead of sweat running down his cheek.
"Let go, baby." Sara whispered as she leaned up to kiss him.
Grissom groaned into her mouth as he thrust into her a few more times before finally succumbing to his own pleasure and spilling inside of her. He collapsed on top of her as they both tried to get their breathing under control. Sara wrapped her arms around him, her hands running through his sweaty hair.
"I'm going to need another shower." Grissom mumbled against her skin after a few moments.
"Me too." Sara giggled as her fingers continued playing with his damp curls. "I'll never live it down if I show up at Cath's with sex hair."
"Might as well take one together." Grissom pushed up on his elbows, giving his wife a knowing grin. "To conserve water, of course."
"Of course." Sara smirked.
She pulled him down to her for another kiss before pushing him off and climbing out of bed. Sara headed toward their ensuite bathroom, throwing a sultry look over her shoulder before disappearing through the door. Grissom rolled onto his back and sighed contentedly, running a hand through his beard. He got out of bed and started toward the bathroom, just as his phone started ringing. Grabbing it from where it had ended up on the floor, he flipped it open and brought it to his ear.
"Grissom, stop fucking around and get your ass here. Now." Brass's annoyed voice came over the line, foregoing any greeting.
"Change of plans. Give me another hour." Grissom chuckled into the phone before hanging up and throwing the device back down on the bed. Then he made his way to the bathroom to shower and conserve water with his wife.