Chapter Eighteen:

He stares down at her, her curly hair spread out on the pillow beneath her, the strap of her tank top slipping off her shoulder. He begins to trail his fingers across her neck and down her shoulder and arm till they find her fingers and he wraps his hand around hers protectively. She flex's her hand then returns the pressure and squeezes his hand back.

She grins wickedly. He raises his eyebrows in response. And moves closer to her, before running his hand through her messy curls. Before he has chance to register what is happening Sara has flipped them and has him pinned under her. Both arms held down either side of his head, her body pushing his hips into the mattress. She leans forward rewarding him with a good look down her top. She kisses him square on the lips, full of intent and passion. His hands twitch in hers, trying to keep their hold on him. She moves her hips slowly against his, testing his reaction to her bold movements. When they break apart, he sighs a content sigh and smiles at her. She starts to lower herself down his body, reluctantly letting go of his hands which instantly go into her hair trying to hold her up from her journey down his torso. She brushes her hand up his t shirt, bunching it as she goes, he sits up and she pulls it off, launching it across the room. She kisses his neck, down his chest, around his nipples, circling her tongue around each small nub; awaking them to her torment. Dipping her head lower she skims down his stomach to the top of his pj pants and pulls the tie cord lose. Her eyes meet his and he closes his eyes slowly as her hand pushes down into his pants, slightly scratching through the hair there till it meets his very awake dick. She brushes her hand over him once, twice. He sucks in a breath.

'Hmmm honey that's good.' She takes him firmly in her hand and pumps him a few times. She quickly removes her hand, his eyes snap open to find her removing her top and bottoms. How lucky is he with this 33-year-old vixen wanting to fuck him in his 48 year old state. He is the luckiest man alive. She moves back onto the bed to remove his pants; he lifts his hips to help. She balls them up and again launches them across the room. In no general direction. She slowly climbs back up the bed, spreading his legs whilst she climbs in-between them. With her long fingers she cups his balls then takes him in her hand, rubbing her thumb over his bellend. He hums in thanks and closes his eyes again. Then gasps and looks down when he feels her wet mouth against him. She takes him in in one go then lets him pop out. Licks down his shaft and kisses his balls one at a time. He groans and moves a hand down to her hair when she lowers her mouth onto him again, and again and again. His other hand twists the pillow behind his head and props himself up slightly so he can watch her work. She uses her right hand to hold his base as she goes, the left caressing his thigh lightly in soft touches. He continues to groan and hiss approval at her actions.

'Honey!' He growls and she lets him plop from her mouth and moves up his body quickly, lining herself up, she grabs the base of his dick about to slide down onto him. Then, their cell phones blare loudly at the same time.

'Fuck sake…' She throws her head in the direction of the other room, cursing more under her breath. Grissom growls, hands pressed on Sara's hips to still her.

'Ignore them.' He grunts and moves a hand to pull her face back to him, moving some hair from her face.

'What if it's about Nick?' She asks looking over to the door again leading out to the kitchen where they dumped their cells last night. He sighs.

'You're right. I'm sorry Sara.' He helps her move to his side and she grabs his t shirt, slips it over her head and runs out to grab their phones. Grissom drags the sheet over his bottom half watching her pad out of the room. She re-enters both cells in her hands, chucking him his. They both read the same message at the same time from Ecklie.

'All staff required in office asap. Company briefing.'

'Figures. It would have to be Ecklie.' She chuckles and turns to face him. 'I'm going to shower, you coming?' She asks seductively.

'Yeah. I'll be five mins, get the water warm for us.' He winks and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, firing off a message to Catherine asking how Nick is.

They shower quickly and dress within 10 mins. A few bites for breakfast and Sara leaves ten minutes before him to not raise suspicion.

After the meeting Sara heads to her apartment for a change of clothes and to water her plants. Her cell phone buzzes, a message from Grissom.

I don't want to be that guy, but can you hurry up?

She smiles at her cell and types out a reply:

Just grabbing some clean clothes and underwear.

She doesn't even have a moment to put her cell down before he replies:

You won't need any underwear my dear, come back now!

She tosses a few pairs into her overnight bag and smiles whilst getting into her car. She arrives at his townhouse 20 minutes later to the sound of the radio in his study. Dropping her bag by the front door she slips out of her jacket and shoes and heads towards the sound of Pink Floyd blearing out. She leans against the door frame, watching him pin a butterfly down on a board. She saunters into the room, pouting her lips in his direction. He looks up and immediately pushes his chair back from his desk and moves towards her, grabs her hand, and pulls her towards his bedroom. He has candles light all around the room, the bedspread pulled down. She notices his phone is switched off at the wall and he pulls his cell from his pocket, turns it off and drops it on the floor out in the hallway. He reaches around her waist, unclips her cell, turns it off and joins it with his. He closes the door and leads her towards the foot of the bed. Slowly he reaches up and caresses her face, running his hands from her cheeks down her body to rest on her ass. Pulling her in on his growing erection.

'No interruptions, no stopping, no phone calls, or meetings. Just us.' He squeezes her ass hard and she whimpers at the pressure. Feeling his hard member press into her stomach.

'Just us.' She repeats and she smooths her hands down his arms and places her hands over his. He leans in and kisses her softly at first but pushes deeper so his tongue is sliding in and out of her mouth. He moves his hands round to her shoulders and slips his hands up her sleeves, squeezing her shoulders. He moves down to the edge of her top and slowly lifts her shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. He brushes the backs of his fingers across her chest, gently over her nipples, she sucks in a breath as she begins to work on his buttons, each one slipping out of the holes agonising slow. She opens his shirt and smothers her hands down his hairy chest. She does love a hairy chest. He sucks in a breath as she flicks his nipples. He moves down to kiss her neck, moving her hair to the side, siding his lips down her neck, back up to her ear.

'I want to make love to you. Long and slow…' her breath hitches as she is backed towards the bed in the middle of the room. He turns them around and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling her down into his lap. He unzips her trousers and leaves them open, her underwear peeking from underneath. He smothers his hands down her sides and slips his fingers into the front of her panties. She leans back, giving him, better access and she moves his shirt from his shoulders letting it drop to the bed. Then suddenly she pushes him back, so he is lying down on the bed and she straddles his hips, kissing his neck, she moves downwards. Grabbing his belt and pants and practically ripping them from his body, leaving him in his boxers. Before he has chance to sit up and take it in he notices she is standing there in her bra and panties. Watching him as he brushes his hand over his erection wanting her. He stands and picks her up, she wraps her legs around his middle as he carries her round the bed and drops her at the head, crawling on next to her he lays himself down half on top of her and to her side, kissing her with so much passion she fears she could explode.

Their touches begin lightly but soon build to a frenzy. He nips at her neck, she bites a nipple. He pulls her bra down her breasts without properly removing it to her amusement, she brushes her hand down the inside of his thigh, snaking her hand up his boxer leg to graze his cock. He stills his attack on her breasts to let his head fall back as she cups him under his boxers. His eyes open suddenly, and she pulls her hand back worried she has hurt him.

'I know I said long and slow but…' he can't finish the sentence, but she is right there with him. She smiles wickedly and stands to remove the rest of her underwear, she moves to stand in front of him and he tugs his boxers down and off his legs. Letting him settle back on the pillows she crawls up his body, settling on his stomach, stroking his chest hair. He reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ears. She leans down and kisses him hard and fast whilst she lowers her hips down and lines him up.

Their eyes lock as he fills her inch after inch. He is the biggest she has ever had and he feels perfect. She is tight and hot and wet and if he isn't careful he could cum on the spot after just entering her. Giving herself a few moments to adjust she leans back, palms on his thighs and begins to roll her hips. Fuck this feels good. She lets her head fall back as the sensation takes her. His hands caress her hips, thighs, knees. Wherever he can reach whilst she rides him. She quickens her pace as he begins to thrust upwards slightly. Not so much so he hurts her but enough to tell her he is close, closer than he cares to admit but it has been a long time since he's had this type of pleasure.

'God, baby, you feel so good.' She cries out. He grunts in response. He loves hearing her call him baby, but he would never admit that to her.

'I don't think I can last much longer honey. You're…..' he grunts. 'God you're so..'. She looks at him now and smiles a big smile he hasn't seen before. Then begins to throw herself down onto his dick harder and faster.

'Yeahhh Sara, that's it honey.' His hand moves from her hip across her stomach to her clit, where with his thumb he matches her rhythm. He quickly pulls his thumb away to her dismay and drags it over her lips, she sucks it into her mouth then he replaces it back on her clit. This is her undoing, squeezing her eyes shut and pulling her thighs together she clamps down on him as her orgasm rips through her body.

'Gil… Gil… Shit baby…!' Lost in the seduction show that is Sara astride him riding out her orgasm he grips her tightly and pulls her down onto him so hard he fears he will bruise her. He empties herself inside her and cries her name as he orgasms.

'Sarraaaaa!' His thrusts slow down, her breath caught in her throat, staring down at his face scrunched up in ecstasy.

They still for a moment and just stare at one another. Silent tears roll down her face. He strokes down her face and cups her chin bringing her lips to his. They kiss for a few moments. She shifts, moving to lie down next to him, pulling the sheet over them. Her head rests on his chest, her hair sticking to his skin. He strokes down her back like they have done this a million times already. She feels so soft under his fingers, why didn't he do this sooner. Should he tell her he loves her; that he knows already? Has known for years? She breaks the spell. Always the serious one. Her breathing laboured.

'I know we've never mentioned it before now, which is silly really, given the time we've been spending together, but not that it matters, I mean it does matter, that's why I'm saying it but you don't have to worry about, you know. I mean, I get the contraceptive injection every three months, I tried the pill with… Erm before but what with our working patterns and overtime, it wasn't, I couldn't guarantee I took it at the same time every day so this is just easier.' She rambles and he just lays there listening, too content to even try to stop her and reassure her everything is ok. She looks up from his chest, lifting slightly, the sheet falling from her body. 'Are you ok?' He has just been laying their silent for a good couple of minutes. He shakes his head from the post coital haze he is currently dreaming in. Looking down and taking in her flushed appearance, white skin exposed to his heavy eyes. 'I was rambling wasn't I?' He nods, smiling at her whilst dragging his fingers down her neck and around the underside of her breast.

'Yes dear.'

'Sorry.'

'Don't be, just lay with me for a bit.' She rubs her forehead with her hand, beginning to stress herself out slightly, he notices, taking her hand in his, he brings it to his lips, kisses her fingers separately and lowers it down onto his chest and closes his eyes.