Chapter Twenty Two:
Leaning back on his heels, he closes his eyes and runs his hands along the edge of the bath. Hoisting himself up he takes a step back and watches her as she soaps her body down. She looks up into his eyes, immediately recognising the darkness that clouds when he needs her.
'Are you coming in or am I coming out?' She smooths her hair down, buying herself time, waiting for his answer.
'Out.' It's a one-word demand and her mouth turns upwards at his assertiveness. She leans towards the end of the bath and pulls the plug from the drain. Dropping it over the side of the tub she begins to stand, not taking her eyes away from his. He toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket, darting forward to hand her a towel. She uses his forearm to steady herself as she steps out of the deep tub onto the bathmat on the cool tile floor. Wrapping the towel around herself she leans forward and on her tip toes to leave a soft kiss on his cheek before brushing past him towards his bedroom. Turning slowly to watch her leave, he quickly strips off the rest of his clothes, kicking them to one side. Walking over to the vanity, he washes his face quickly and runs his hands through his hair. Meanwhile in the bedroom Sara has dried off and is wearing a t shirt of Grissom's long enough to cover her modesty but short enough to get his heart rate racing.
'Gil?' She runs a comb through her hair waiting on her other half to emerge from the bathroom to fufil the unspoken promise of love making. He rounds the corner in just his boxers and takes her in from behind. His grey Beatles t shirt floating mid-thigh, hair curling at the ends, her long legs pale but firm.
'Take it off Sara.' He stands in the doorway from the ensuite, watching her hand still above her head. Placing the comb down on the dresser slowly she lowers her hands to the hem of the t shirt and agonisingly lifts it inch by inch until its over her head and she drops it in a pool at her feet.
'Turn around.' Steadying her breathing she moves at a snail's pace, keeping her eyes down. Knowing if she looks up and catches the look on his face her resolve with disappear and she will be across the room before he has chance to take his next breath. He flicks off the bedroom light, basking them in the darkness. Walking over towards her he pushes some hair from in front of her shoulder to behind, dragging his fingers across her neck as he withdraws. Stepping even closer he wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her gently, so she locks her legs around his middle. Turning he carries her over to the big cool bed and standing at the bottom he lets her slide down to land with a bounce on the mattress. She leans back on her elbows and lets her tongue dart out to lick her lips.
'You'll be the death of me.' He rubs his thumb across her bottom lip. She hooks her hands in the waistband of his boxers and pulls him closer.
'On your stomach.' She drags her nails down his thighs and turns over, tucking her hands under her head. Her cheek resting on the backs of her hands. He lifts his boxers up and over his erection, dropping them silently to the floor. He kneels either side of her thighs and ghosts his hands up from the back of her legs to her shoulders. Massaging them with firm pressure making her arch into the mattress, knocking his thick erection rubbing on her bare behind. Removing his hands he traces his fingertips down her spine, feeling each knobble and dip of the bones. Resting his hands across the small of her back he stills and rubs his thumbs in circles in the dimples that meet him there. Slowly he removes his hands and lifts up away from her legs to lean over her properly, moving her hair from her neck he kisses his way up from her shoulder to her jawline, lifting and turning her face with his other hand he kisses her on the side of her mouth. Sara meanwhile shuffling back trying to regain the pressure of his heavy cock on her skin, as she does she bumps his balls lightly against her buttocks, they both groan at the touch. Continuing his assault to her cheek, ear, neck and finally mouth he lines himself up and thrusts into her in one motion, burying himself fully.
'Hmmmmm, fuck Gil.' She drawls as he pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back into her, pushing her hips down into the mattress.
'Arms.' He chokes out, she moves her arms from in front of her to behind her back, his rough hold creating fire on her delicate skin as he pins her arms down, dragging himself out of her once again. Resting the tip of his cock at her opening he rubs his cock through her wetness, before pushing back in slowly to the sounds of her approval.
'How?' He releases one of her arms and uses his free hand to pull slightly on her ass, so as to watch himself fuck her.
'Harder, faster.' She whispers into the dark room. Releasing her other arm, he anchors himself down either side of her lower back and begins to fuck her as she desires. Her tight pussy taking him deeper with every thrust, every slight twist. She brings her arms back to her front, pushing her upper body away from the bed, arching her back, looking over her shoulder to watch his face as he fucks her the way she likes. He pulls out, standing up off of the bed and she whimpers at the loss of his heat.
'Turn over.' She turns and moves up the bed, her head resting on the pillows. He climbs back up and over her body, pulling her legs apart wider before rubbing his cock on her pussy, leaning back to watch, he pushes himself into her, quickly falling forward to grip onto the headboard for leverage.
'More?' She nods silently, her breasts beginning to bounce from the force of his thrusts her hands gripping his arms fiercely. He locks his mouth over hers and gives her everything he has, within minutes she is thrashing her head from side to side, riding the longest, hardest orgasm she has ever experienced. Once her body stops rocking from the waves of bliss he pulls out of her and sits back on his heels again, fisting himself hard and quick he cums in spurts over her belly and breasts, his eyes slammed shut, one hand still wrapped around the headboard holding him up. After a few moments, he opens his eyes, adjusting again to the darkness, making out her face below him. He leans down and kisses her softly on the lips. Her chest heavy, still trying to catch her breath.
'I think I might need another bath.' She pants.