Sara – with Half of my Heart
Parting her lips slightly, she leant in towards him, yielding to the soft strength of his kiss. It engulfed her, gaining in strength until she found herself wrapped up in him, body, heart and soul. Something changed in that moment, the kisses they had shared before were born out of passion and desperation, this kiss was different.
This was a promise, this changed all her heady fantasies and longings into reality. So she surrendered, the wall she had created to block out all his rejections and harsh words had crumbled and she was willing to take a chance on him. He had taken that step, tentatively and with a lot of gentle persuasion but he had made that change and she was ready to follow. She was ready to nurture the sapling relationship to full blossom and it was exhilarating, terrifying and somehow completely natural all at the same time.
His hands didn't explore her body with excitement; he trembled as he brushed against her skin with such gentle astonishment she could feel a heat rising within her already. His lips moved from hers and she met his eyes for a second. He was hesitant, as though asking for permission to proceed as she drew her hands across his chest and unhooked the buttons of his shirt one by one.
She felt his lips on her neck, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin there and igniting a fire. The bristles of his beard scratched and irritated her skin just enough to cast tingles across her neck and force her eyes closed. She couldn't suppress the sighs finding their way to her lips, the anticipation of the act was overwhelming enough, she could only imagine what it would feel like when they actually crossed that line and consummated their relationship.
Her shaking hands removed his belt and tackled the button on his pants when he stopped her with his own hands. It never ceased to amaze her how his hand could envelop hers so easily, how their fingers laced together so naturally.
"Sara, are you sure you want to do this?"
His voice was almost a whisper, she could tell that while he was genuinely asking her if he could proceed he was also hoping that she would agree. It struck her as amusing that even after all this time and all their games he was still so unsure about her affections. In response she met his eye as the towel dropped to the floor, his reaction was worth every bit of fear she had felt. His eyes drew over her body drinking in every inch of her skin before he pulled her to him again and within seconds they were tangled in each other on the bed.
It was everything she had imagined it would be and yet it was completely different. He was so attentive; his fingers traced circles across her skin like he was attempting to memorize every goose bump and every blemish. He hesitated ever so slightly as he moved further up the inside of her thigh, drawing his breath when his fingers rose to meet her and she rewarded him with a throaty moan.
She had liberated him from his tented trousers and expertly worked him into frenzy before he had to stop her for fear of finishing before he had started, instead she closed her eyes and drew her nails over his broad back, and she placed soft slow kisses along his neck and captured his curls between her fingers. Her body was reacting to his lips and his fingers in surprisingly dramatic ways, it had never felt like this before, no-one had ever made her tremble and moan so easily.
He shifted his body over hers, wincing at pain in his shoulder as he did so until he looked into her eyes and he was lost again. The crystal blue of his eyes seemed to have darkened and deepened as he moved to kiss her. His thumb drew across her cheek and gently brushed across her lips as he took that final step and entered her.
A long throaty moan accompanied his attempt to hold back a sigh. Her legs wrapped around him, inviting him closer and pulling him deeper so that she could feel every part of his body touching hers. It was the most amazing sensation she had ever felt. She wasn't sure she wanted to encourage him to move for fear of it ending, she wanted to feel him there forever; she wanted to cling to his body like this and feel her muscles spasm around him as they slowly adjusted to each other.
She couldn't do it, she couldn't just lie there and be still, her hips started to rotate involuntarily and encouraged him to slowly thrust back and forth, almost withdrawing fully just to sink into her again and force another moan from somewhere deep down in the pit of her stomach. His body jerked dramatically in response and his hand encircled her waist and tilted her hips towards him. He thrust harder and faster and his breathing became erratic and flustered.
Suddenly she wanted to be in control. She pulled away and coaxed him into lying on the bed, in one swift movement she was atop him. Her lips caressed his chest and his navel, her hair brushing over his groin in a delicious tease. She was already close when she lowered herself to him. Once again she had to steel her thoughts and remind herself to stay controlled as she began to rotate her hips and carefully steer him towards his own surrender.
His hands explored her skin again, clutching at her nipples and dancing over her now super responsive clitoris, it was almost too much. The overwhelming sensations were causing lights to flash before her eyes like flickering stars, her breath left her lips as sighs and moans and her heart pounded. She was suddenly collapsing into his arms, unaware of where she ended and where he began. He held her close, his face buried in her hair and they reached their crescendo together. A tangled mass of sweat and trembling sighs and she never wanted it to be over. It had been glorious and magical but she clung to his body as her soul was gripped with emotion.
They didn't dare move for a long time, his fingers laced through her hair and stroked along the curve of her spine and she finally pulled herself away. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her feet. This was ridiculous; to feel this way just because of sex was completely uncalled for. Yes it had been amazing, the most all-consuming moment of her life but there was no excuse for this overwhelming urge to cry. She was valiantly fighting it off but Grissom was not a foolish man, he could sense her melancholy, he could see the defeat.
He began to place kisses across her back and neck, his hand stroked her shoulder and her arm until she relented. Finally capable of controlling herself she dipped back onto the soft pillows of the bed and he gazed at her. His eyes had regained that sparkle, his lips curled into a smile as he propped himself up on one elbow and traced circles across her stomach with his free hand.
"Are you ok?"
She was suddenly embarrassed. Had it been anyone else in bed with her he would have run a million miles to see her acting such a way after they had made love but Grissom, Grissom was different. He watched her as she pondered her answer and a sultry half smile lit her features.
"It's never felt that… it's never been that powerful before"
Grissom may have been different from all the others but he still possessed a typical male ego and short of preening his feathers and crowing like a cockerel he was very much enjoying the fact that he had caused such a reaction in her. Rather than allow him bask in his glory she decided the best approach would be to distract him from her compliment. She drew her hands over his bare chest and pulled him to her for a kiss. He was more than willing to comply and the night slipped away to a symphony of kisses and sighs. And when she slept, in his arms, with his heartbeat soothing her, she slept better than she had in years.
A/N: Soooo do we approve? There you have it, another complete Huzzah! NOW I am officially on a mission to complete Trapped, if you are all very good I might even get it done by tomorrow but then, I know you lot…. Being good somehow eludes you ;o)
Love you all xxx