Chapter Seven
Sara couldn't believe it, she really had trouble wrapping her mind around this. But here she was, lying next to the man she was in love with. He had just been inside of her! His immenseness matched his intellect, and once again it confirmed her belief that the bigger the intelligence, the bigger the. . . When he moved within her, it took her breath away. She wasn't used to someone as large as he was and the feeling of friction he was creating inside of her was glorious. But deep down she knew it would be like this. How many times had he simply looked at her, whether it be with that boyish grin that could charm the socks off of her, or his much more potent, albeit serious, observations of her when he thought she wasn't watching, that could actually charm her "pants" off.
He had her at the first touch tonight, and the first kiss made her tremble. When his large hand slid over her stomach she thought she was going to scream from the need of him. Then when he took their kisses into such a heated response to the other, she was afraid to move her hands in fear that she may claw him in her need. She was so overcome with emotion that when she finally had her opportunity to take them to the next level, she couldn't control her fingers and she seemed to become paralyzed as she tried to open his jeans. She wanted to see him, so much—needed to see him in all his glory, and she couldn't even open his damned pants. When he leaned back and opened them for her, she thought she was going to go into cardiac arrest. Jesus! The sight of that man, bare except for worn denims, then opening them in front of her and releasing himself for her made her so weak that she wasn't positive she could go on. Thank God, she was on auto-pilot and managed to pull the jeans the rest of the way from his body.
Now, she simply stared up into his laughing eyes. She hadn't seen that peaceful expression on his face since they had spent time together in San Francisco. It was almost as if he had been waging a war against his need for her ever the day he walked out of her life and back into his life in Las Vegas, and now, finally he had surrendered and found the defeat wasn't worth all the trouble he had put them through.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked her as he watched her. "Did I finally find a way to make you stop talking?"
"I—I'm not sure I know what to say," she breathed as her fingertips gently stroked down along his beard. "I'm not sure what to do."
"Now—you don't know what to do?" He laughed, then looked at her lips. "Well, I can come up with a few ideas."
She couldn't stop the gasp when he reached down beneath her knee and pulled it even higher on his hip as he pressed against her. Her eyes grew large when she realized that he was growing hard again already. Jesus! They had only finished their first time a little over ten minutes ago! He rolled her partially onto her back as he leaned over her. She was beginning to think she was dreaming as he teased her by brushing his lips over hers, not going in for completion until she couldn't stand it any longer and placed a hand on each side of his face, holding him still as she met his lips and started to nibble on their perfection. She drew his bottom lip between hers, letting her tongue slide across it, then as she opened her mouth farther, she traced his upper lip as well. But he didn't seem satisfied with only kissing her lips. He tipped her chin upward and spread a combination of nips, licks and sucks on her throat. His hand moved down over her arm to her shoulder and onto her chest where his palm found her breast, cupping it and massaging it almost as if he were sizing it to see if it was as he had always imagined it to be. When he growled and moved his kiss to the breast in his hand, she knew that he found it satisfactory and as he suckled her, she arched against him, cradling his head to her in her ecstasy. The sensation of his hand gliding down over her waist then on to her hip and thigh was sending shivers through her. When he maneuvered away from her, she slid her hand down his muscular arm and on to his hip, but he grasped onto her fingers and moved them up to kiss them, one by one. He replaced his hand on her thigh and moved higher, teasing her curls before sliding his finger between her folds, coming in contact with the bud that was throbbing already and she thought she was going to die from anticipation.
"Grissom," she said between breaths as his mouth moved onto the roundness of her breast again and his tongue curled around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and alternately nipping and licking at it.
"Sara," he whispered back as he kissed his way back up over her chest until he found her lips and thrust his tongue inside.
He strummed her until her hips started to gyrate, instinctively seeking more from him, and he obliged her by sliding his middle finger inside and after a few strokes, inserted his forefinger as well.
"Grissom, please," she gasped and he lifted his head from her and looked down at her through eyes that almost seemed to be drugged with passion. "I have to touch you."
His smile only tugged slightly on his lips and he moved onto his back and allowed her to lean over him so she could investigate his body. She felt as if her heart was going to beat through her chest as she looked at him, letting her gaze travel from the top of his salt and pepper hair, down over his beautiful face, over the magnificence of his arms and torso and on to his powerful legs. She had skipped over that part of him that she wasn't quite sure of; knowing that it had felt immense, and now as she settled her gaze on it, she most certainly wasn't disappointed.
All of a sudden she felt the like the young woman who had a huge crush on a man fifteen years her senior; a man in his prime who could merely look at her and set her heart aflutter. Again, she had trouble comprehending that this was really happening until she saw him reach for her and pull her against him and he whispered in her ear.
"You're still not touching. . ."
The hint urged her on and she laid her head on his shoulder, occasionally nibbling on his neck or kissing his chest as her hand started its investigation over his arms and chest, then onto his stomach. As she went lower, she listened to his moan rumble beneath her ear, and when she finally touched his shaft, it almost burned her. She never had a desire to please anyone as much as she wanted to please him at that moment. She wasn't particularly an expert at doing this, but she knew the general mechanics. The fact was, that when she performed this on any of her other lovers, she wasn't as interested in fulfilling them as she was with Grissom. So, hesitantly, her hand started moving over his length in long strokes. She listened to his reactions and it guided her on to show her which way felt best to him. He emitted a heat that she craved and when she lifted her head to face him, he grabbed onto her face and started kissing her again. Before she realized what was happening, he flipped her onto her back again and moved between her legs. She positioned him at her entrance and he slowly pressed his girth inside, making her bite his lip as she accepted him. His fingers suddenly seemed to bite into the soft flesh of her behind, and he started a rhythm inside of her that had her gasping for breath. She reveled in the feel of his chest pressing down on top of hers, his stomach touching her abdomen and his legs fitting so remarkably well between her own. Every stroke he took intensified the coiling in her belly and when he reached between them and touched her there, she felt her world explode around her for the second time this night. He continued on, his movements becoming more powerful until with what sounded like a growl and a three final thrusts that she was sure was going to split her in two, she felt him erupting inside of her.
She held her arms around him, let her hands move down over his back that was now damp with sweat and as his breaths became less harsh, she finally heard the sound of a phone vibrating on the nightstand.
"Grissom," she whispered. "Your phone's ringing."
Without lifting his head from where it was nestled against the side of her face, he blindly reached for the offensive piece of electronics, then switched it into his other hand as he looked at the caller ID. He sighed deeply then flipped it open.