Saying Yes to Eli Chapter 4
"How is Greg?" The lump on his foot had been two fractured bones; wrapped with a temporary soft cast until he got back to Las Vegas.
"Sleeping off pain killers. They are coming for breakfast before leaving." Grissom had quietly returned to a silent house. Even Hank barely raised his head as Grissom opened the door. He had showered quickly, checked on two sleeping children in the next room to see Eli stretched out in bed with hands over his head, Bizzy curled in a bundle in her crib. The twins slept in their room for now in two little beds crowded into a corner.
"Poor Greg. He's not as young as he was." Sara scooted to his side of the bed. "Jim and Catherine got Eli and Bizzy to sleep. You should have seen Jim reading to them."
"None of us are as young as we once were." He chuckled, reaching for her. "How was Catherine? Several times today she looked ready to cry, but she's happy about Eli—she and Warrick were always close."
Sara nestled to his shoulder. "Do you think they ever…"
His soft laugh stopped her question. "I never asked."
Her hands roamed across his chest, her bare skin warmed his. "Are you tired?" She asked.
"Not of you."
With gentle passion of well known lovers, his lips met hers; hands found familiar places as warmth turned to desire. Her body excited him as much now as it had a decade ago. Soft curves had replaced angles but her slimness remained. Now there was fullness in her breasts and across her hips that came from childbearing. He found these subtle changes intoxicating as he sought and kindled the sweet places of his yearning.
Sara had heard the door open, knowing he would check on each sleeping child before he came to bed; she wanted him, smiling as she tossed her shirt to the floor, leaving only her underwear in place. She was the only person in the world who knew her husband's quirky delight in removing "that triangle of fabric" as he called her panties. Sara knew his desire for her, for the physical act of lovemaking, was stronger now than it had been when secrecy and difficult, complicated work schedules had kept them apart. Then, furious, flaming passion drove them as they sought each other. Now, passion was tempered day to day, always there, heated with the touch of his hand in the middle of the night, or a kiss while children napped, warmed and simmered, always ready to flame.
He came to her. His fingers and mouth had pulled, gently tugged and stretched what clothing remained on her body until it was off. His lips tickled her belly, his beard nuzzled against her skin. Her back arched with pleasure. He groaned as he entered her warm fluid aroused center. Spasms cascaded as he moved, causing him to think of waves crashing against a shore. Her lips locked on his. This woman was meant for him. Waves, warm, strong, rolling together carried him with her as their passionate desire heightened and climbed for that moment of ecstasy.
She felt his breath against her neck. Her hands found his face and in the moonlight darkness, against white sheets, she whispered, "You make me happy."
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