Chapter 12

"Hon, I was thinking," Sara started.

"How much you love me," he said, smiling.

"That and something else," Sara said, the seriousness of her tone making him pay closer attention.

"What?" he asked.

"You have to go to Washington in a few weeks," she said.

Gil nodded. He had agreed to teach a four week course on insect recovery and how they can help solve crime.

"Well I still have to work and Amelia will need someone to look after her," Sara said.

"Yes," Gil said.

"I was thinking that - with some special equipment - there is no reason why Betty can't keep her while I'm at work," she said.

Gil just looked at her, there was no way he seen this coming.

"Mom?" he questioned.

"Yes. She did manage to raise you and she has said that she would like to spend more time with Amelia and, well she is trying to except the way we have chosen to live."

Gil had to agree with that, even though he knew that his mother still didn't approve of their decisions she has stopped questioning it.

Gil chuckled, "I think that would be a good idea."

"Now," she said, "There is something else I want."

"And that would be?" Gil said, reading her eyes.

"Bed," she whispered, as she slowly walked away letting her robe fall to the floor.

Much later Sara slept wrapped in her husbands arms.

The floor was still littered with the clothing from earlier and the bed sheets and covers were tossed on the floor. The room had a strong smell of musk and sweat - or as our friends would say 'signs of sexual activity'.

Gil had woke a few minutes ago and was just enjoying the warmth and feel of Sara's body as she slept close to him. His manhood was at full attention, he needed to go to the bathroom, Gil was fighting the urge as long as possible, he just didn't want to leave his wife. Gil fought it as long as he could before he eased out of the bed and answered natures call.

Gil stood and looked at Sara as she slept, a warmth came over him. Not one of a sexual nature but one of love and happiness. Never had he felt so loved, so happy, so complete.

Gil slipped into his boxers and went to his computer, he wanted to find a special baby monitor that he had read about. As he was reading he felt Sara's hands on his shoulders.

"You know I hate to wake to an empty bed," she said.

"I know," Gil said, "I wanted to find this."

Gil moved to one side so Sara could see what he had found.

"A baby monitor that sends a vibrating signal to a band that the person wears on their wrist," Sara said, "I love it."

Gil smiled, "There is even one that can flash a lamp on and off."

"That would be perfect if Betty was sleeping," Sara said.

"Yes. Mom has that lamp right next to her bed and a flashing light would wake her," Gil said.

"So we talk to Betty about keeping Amelia while you are in Washington?" Sara said.

"Yes," Gil said, "How about we drop in on her," Gil said.

Sara laughed, "How about AFTER we shower."

Gil pulled her close to him and kissed her, "You think we need one?"

"After three times I would say we do," Sara said.

Gil slid his hands under her robe and cupped her breasts, "You know I hate odd numbers."

Sara smiled, took his hand and walked toward the bedroom.

He enjoyed her moans and reactions as he started sucking her nipples. Her fingers ran through his hair, he moved form one to the other, enjoying the taste. They were so firm, yet so soft, he would play with one as he sucked the other. He kissed his way down to her womanhood, licking her from opening up to her nub and following the outer edges of her lips along both sides, the smell of her only excited him more.

He moved to her opening, he ran his tongue in and out, as well as in circles around the inside of her opening. He spread her outer vaginal lips with his fingers. With his tongue he gently flick it around her nub. He eased his fingers into her opening, found her g spot and massaged it. Sara moans turned to screams of ecstasy. She spent her juices as he lapped them. Gil sat cross-legged and guided Sara onto his lap facing him. Sara wrapped her legs around Gil. They were able to kiss and caress each other as they used a rocking motion to gained perfect rhythm and a deep penetration. His manhood rubbed against her g spot with each movement, soft moans became deep groans and screams of pleasure as they climaxed together.

Sara and Gil lay wrapped in each others arms, "Mrs. Grissom, I love you."

They snuggled for a while longer before Sara said, "Dr. Grissom, we need to shower."

"Yes Mrs. Grissom," he said, refusing to let her go.

Sara was able to wiggle from him and headed toward the bathroom.

"I'll shower, you call your Mother and tell her we'll be over to take her to dinner. For some reason I am starved."

Gil chuckled as he reached for his phone and sent a text to his mother then he followed Sara into the shower.

"Want some company?" he asked.

"Only if you promise to behave yourself," Sara said, smiling, "Wash my back."

"Promise," Gil said, taking the soap soaked sponge from her, "Anyway, I don't think I have anything left in me. You sucked it all out."

Sara smiled. Turning to face him she took his member in her hand and stroked it as she kissed him, Gil could feel himself starting to respond.

Sara let it go, turned her back to him and said, "Oh, I think you do."

"You play dirty," he said, washing her back.

Sara just smiled, "Betty - dinner - then I'll finish what I started."