Chapter 7

Sara lay on her back as ecstasy washed over her. She had done it! He had done it! Hee-hee! She covered her mouth immediately as she looked over at the man who was lying next to her, hoping he didn't see or hear the little laugh that had escaped her. He lay on his side where he had maneuvered himself after he had completed his—experience, and the sight of him looking completely sated—and naked—and gorgeous, next to her brought her smile back. Tee-hee! She covered her mouth again, but this time his eyes popped open as he looked at her.

"I hope—you aren't laughing about my performance," he said dryly.

This time she didn't try to hide her mega-watt smile as she looked at him. "What? No!" She couldn't stop the next giggle that escaped.

He lifted himself on elbow and looked down at her. "You "are" laughing."

She straightened her expression as best she could as she stared at him. "No! I'm not! Really! Hee-hee!" She covered her mouth again. "Okay—maybe a little."

She smiled widely at him as she looked up at him.

"What—may I ask—is so damned funny?"

"Nothing!" She said with a bright smile. "Really! Nothing!"

"Sara?"

"Well—I mean—I wanted to—but you didn't—and we did." She sobered immediately as she looked at him as words rushed from her mouth. "Hey! "Why" didn't you want to? Can we do it again?"

Humor now spread through his eyes as he watched her. "I don't see how it can be avoided now, my dear."

"Do you "want" to avoid it?"

"No," he told her with a gentle smile. "But I wish we'd taken it more slowly. Although I am glad I remembered our last encounter. It helps "this," He reached down and put his hand on her abdomen. "seem more real."

"Are you upset because we went "so fast?" I mean, do you think I'm trashy because I gave in so easily?"

"Gave in?" He chuckled. "You mean "dove" in, don't you?"

She raised herself on elbow as she looked down at him. "Listen, jerk! I might be a little easier than what you're used to—but that doesn't make me a tramp or anything!"

"I understand this," he said as he tried to sober and reached over to pull her more closely to him. "Kiss me, Sara."

"Why?" She asked with a raised brow as she hovered over him.

"Now you need to ask "why?" Because I want you to kiss me right now, that's why."

"Oh," she smiled then leaned down.

"Oh," he repeated and she placed her lips on his.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her even closer as her hand went to his chest for balance, then began taking pleasure in his form. His muscles were enticing her to investigate even farther and soon her hand was dipping down over his tummy. When it came in contact with the tip of his hardened erection, she pulled back and looked at him through wide eyes.

"Already?"

"Mmm," he told her. "Don't stop now."

"But, is this normal? I mean—I thought last time it was because of the drugs."

"No, it isn't normal—at least not for me. So, if it wasn't the drugs—and it wasn't me—then it must be the woman."

"Oh," she said again as she smiled during her kiss.

But her smile soon dissipated as his glorious hands began moving up over her back and he pulled her until she was completely lying on top of him. She lay with both hands clasping onto his shoulders as she kissed him, flexing against his solid muscles almost like a cat who was being stroked and petted. She loved how he kissed. She loved the way she could lie here all day and just let him kiss her and allow her to kiss him back. She may not have had a lot of experience in complete lovemaking, but she had had her share of kissing—and this guy was an artist! Oh, how he would tug at her lips with his, or even nip at them with his teeth; how he could slip and slide his tongue in all manner of fashions and yet remain gentle; and then how he could turn his tenderness into something more demanding as he moaned and spoke in whispers that had her sighing and her toes curling.

He guided his kisses from her lips down to her neck and when he pulled her up farther on him so he could reach the sensitive area where her neck joined her shoulder, a tiny giggle escaped again and she grabbed her mouth as she pulled her head back and looked at him through wide eyes.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out, then immediately went back to kissing him but when he went to that spot again, her tiny giggle turned into a full-fledged laugh as she moved her neck away from him again. "Oh, I am SO sorry!"

She looked down to see his eyes dancing back at her as he watched her but he pulled her back toward him and proceeded to try to suck at that very same spot, only to have her shriek and try to squirm away from him. He maintained his investigation of this area until he was lying on top of her and pinned to the mattress. She tried to protect the spot the only way she could think of and she imagined she resembled a turtle as she lay there with both shoulders brought up in a massive shrug-like gesture.

"A little ticklish?" He asked as he raised himself up and smiled down at her.

"I didn't know."

"Come on, put your shoulders down. Relax."

"No!"

"Don't you trust me?" He looked at her through the most sensational blue eyes she had ever seen and she seemed to become mesmerized as she gazed back at him. She slowly started to lower her shoulders as she answered him dreamily.

"Yes."

He was on her in an instant and she was again shrieking as they rolled on the mattress. Finally he was on his back again and she had managed to maneuver herself until she was above him, with a forearm on each side of his head as he laughed at her.

"You shouldn't. Not in cases such as these, anyway," he told her as he held her still by wrapping his legs around hers and holding his arms around her expanded waist.

"Yeah—well, I'm not going to let you near that spot again!"

"You don't have to. Not when you're offering me this, instead."

He lifted his head until he was tugging a ripe nipple into his mouth and he began to suckle her and like a lightning bolt, every tense muscle in her body seemed to relax and melt over him as she groaned deeply. Her hands went into his hair and she wasn't sure if she was holding his mouth against her, or pressing herself against his mouth—all she knew was that she wanted this sensation to go on and on. She was aware of his hands sliding over her back again and then over her rump where they seemed to take an added amount of pleasure in the smoothness of her skin but when his fingers slid down between the crevice she jumped with startled sensation, causing him to chuckle beneath her, even while he continued to stimulate her breasts. He continued his investigation until he had a hand on either thigh and pulled them open, across his abdomen, then he was nudging her with his hardened length and although she had an idea of what he wanted, she was having a hard time maneuvering her body to accomplish it.

"It—won't—go in," she breathed as she held onto him.

"It will. Just relax, honey."

He gently turned with her until she was nearly on her back and he remained between her legs. He moved his kisses back up to her mouth and allowed his hand to roam over her body, from her throat where she apprehensively guarded her newfound "spot," down over her shoulders. He thoroughly investigating her breasts again, then tentatively, yet showing a gentle curiosity regarding her abdomen, and then down, across her hip and lower until he was sliding his finger along the throbbing nub near her center.

She hadn't realized her hands were roaming over his body with just as much interest until her fingers slid down over his hard hip and around to the curly hair that was bedding the massive shaft that was pressed against his abdomen. She felt it almost jump when her slender fingers touched it and she could hear his breathing catch but when she wasn't quite sure what to do with the magnificently hot tool, he moved his hand to cover hers. His fingers showed her digits what to do, how to rub, how to stroke, the amount of pressure and speed that pleased him and before long, she was getting so aroused by what she was doing to him that she was whimpering against his mouth.

"Mmm, Grissom," she whispered. "Please, put it in again."

He moved her onto her back again and positioned himself between her legs as he held himself above her on his hands and knees. When he looked down, his eyes were so intense that she felt the coil in her belly about to spring at any moment. He reached between them again and positioned himself, then forced his eyes closed as a tenseness crossed his features and he slowly pushed inside her sheath. His strokes were slow, yet powerful and as she watched him above her, she hungered for his kiss again. She somehow managed to raise herself on elbows as he continued to move within her and she immediately went to the nipples of his muscled chest. He stopped all movement momentarily as a shudder ran through him, then with one hand, he reached for her and moved her kiss to his lips where he seemed intent upon ravaging her.

"Ah, Jesus, Sara," he moaned against her. "You're pure heaven. But I can't wait any longer."

She nodded her head as she watched him straighten on his knees, without moving from within her, then he put his arms beneath her knees and raised her legs up then grasped onto her hands and started moving much more forcefully than before and at a faster pace. She looked at him, watched the way his muscles worked across his chest as he moved within her and she could feel her sensations turning within her. She began writhing beneath him and he was suddenly stroking against that part of her that had her moaning and begging for more. When he wrapped her one leg around his waist and used his free hand to reach down and start stroking her just above their joining, she thought she was going to go insane with pure gratification. She felt her world exploding and spinning out of control. Her breaths were ragged and as she heard him calling her name in a voice so intense, she realized he was experiencing much the same as she. She could actually feel him releasing himself inside of her as he spasmed within her. The feeling was so intense that she didn't even recall how or when he actually landed on top of her until she started to come back to her senses and heard his heavy breathing next to her ear. She turned her head and started giving him butterfly kisses on the side of his mouth; kisses that took a moment to register through to him until he actually regained control of his breathing and he turned with her, pulling her up against him as he lie on his back and he returned the soft kisses.

She could still feel the tremors going through her as she lay on her side with her belly pressed against his waist and her knee raised up to lie across his thigh.

"No laughing this time?" He asked as he opened one eye and gave her a half-smile. She quickly shook her head no. "Come now—don't tell me I've rendered Sara Sidle speechless."

She raised a brow as she looked at him and was about to protest but he gave a small chuckle and leaned into her, covering her mouth with his again as he slipped his tongue inside, bringing an instant moan from her.

"You can render me speechless anytime you want," she sighed then snuggled a little more closely against him as she let her fingers dance across his tummy.

"I'll remember that next time you want to rip my head off because I hesitate going into the doctor's office with you."

She laughed as she gazed up into his eyes. "Does that mean I can count on a quickie in the doctor's office, next time?"

"If you wait about a half an hour, I might be able to see about that quickie right here." He smiled back at her as he grabbed onto her knee and pulled her more firmly against him.

"I'll take you up on that," she yawned, suddenly feeling very tired, but very content. She was feeling more relaxed than she had been since before he had left San Francisco six months before. The last thing she felt before drifting off to sleep was him turning to face her, kissing her forehead then resting his hand on her stomach.

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Grissom held her in his arms. He had trouble wrapping his brain around what had just taken place. He had practically devoured her—and that thought had him beginning to stir again already. Jesus! She was going to think he was some kind of animal if he didn't let her sleep—but man! Even knowing he had just experienced two mind-blowing, earth-shattering bouts of sex, he wanted more. It was only the thought of her needing rest that prevented him from flipping her onto her back and tasting her again.

He had to get that thought out of his head. Now that he'd started remembering things, they were flooding his head at an astronomical speed. Images bombarded his brain of dancing in that bar and wanting her so badly that he had to fight his way outside or he would have started grinding against her right in the middle of the dance floor. He remembered rushing her to the car, trying to take her on the back of it then when that didn't work out, trying to actually start something while she was driving home! That was so completely unlike him. He remembered getting her inside the hotel and not being able to wait a moment longer as he shoved her on the small table and got to his knees before her. The memory was so strong that he could actually still taste her.

She whimpered the slightest bit as she snuggled against him and he suddenly realized she wasn't quite finished with him, either. He knew she was still sleeping and yet she sought his mouth with her own. He allowed her the freedom to move her hand down his abdomen where she came in contact with the heat of his half-stiff erection. After a lingering kiss, she released him then turned in his arms until her back was against him. He looked at her long neck and couldn't resist it as he moved her hair away and kissed her smooth skin, smiling at the thought of her "sensitive" spot, slightly lower than where he now kissed her. When she reached behind herself and grasped onto his hand, he allowed her to pull it around her but he gradually moved it until he was holding her gorgeous breast. He started massaging the globe and before long he was rolling her nipple until it was standing completely erect and he soon felt her hips starting to roll, in search of something she wasn't achieving in her position. Every time her pert bottom rubbed against his staff, he thought he'd go mad if he didn't take it to the next level. "Well," he thought as he pulled back slightly, "there's no time like the present to teach her, and she certainly is a very adept student."

"Sara," he whispered into her ear then kissed it. "Honey, are you awake?"

"Mmm," she moaned her response and tried to nestle her bottom against him again but he pulled back.

"Are you sure?" This time she whimpered a pout as she tried to press back against him. Instead, he slid his hand over her waist and hip, then around her perfect bottom. "Do you know how much I wanted to do this the day you walked into my lecture hall?"

"Not as much as I wanted you to do it," she murmured then sucked her breath in through her teeth as he slid his hand up between her legs from behind.

He moved his kiss down to the top of her back as his fingers delved deeper between her appendages and she spread them to assist his search for her core. When he found it, he slid first one digit then another into her velvety sheath and slowly started to pump them. He moved back up and leaned partially over her to watch her face a moment before bestowing another kiss on her lips, all the while, moving his hand to give her pleasure. He only lasted a minute in this position before he tipped her onto her side again and slid himself up behind her until he was slowly pressing inside her canal. She put her hands on his as he grasped onto her hips but soon he was maneuvering them both so he had adequate entry. He never felt quite like this before. Each time he had made love to her, it was like a new beginning and yet each time, it was as if he were coming home. He reached to the front of her as he was approaching his orgasm and slid his fingers to her pounding bead and almost upon first touch, she arched herself back against him, practically laying her head on his shoulder and he could feel her magnificence squeezing him into another glorious climax. He only took a moment to try to compose himself before he was turning her in his arms and starting to kiss her again.

"I'm sorry!" He told her at a hurried pace. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," she laughed as he continued to kiss her. "I wouldn't exactly call that "hurting" me. Why would you think that?"

"Because I can't seem to leave you alone for more than an hour. . .and when I came, I sort of collapsed on top of you."

"Only for a moment, Gris," she told him as she stroked his face and looked at him. "And was I really sleeping for a whole hour before we started. . .you know. . .again."

He started to laugh quietly although his eyes still showed concern. "Yeah. It was an hour. I was counting the minutes."

"Um. . .Gris?"

"Hmm?"

"I have to get up now. I really have to pee."

"Oh. Yeah—okay. Sorry."

He released her and she awkwardly maneuvered herself until she was standing next to the bed. She went to take a step but seemed a little unsteady then smiled in spite of herself and went on her way. She made quick use of the facilities then splashed herself just as quickly to try to clean herself a bit then came back to the bedroom she found him sitting on the side of the bed. He faced away from her as he pulled his ringing cell phone from his pants pocket, clearly not having seen her return. She remained quiet as she watched him look at the caller ID very hesitantly then almost reluctantly answer it.

"Um—yeah—hello, Terri. How are you?. . .Yes, I'm settling in. . .I did, yes. She helped me move my things into the hotel. . .What? Yes—yes, I mean my apartment. . .No, I had no problem convincing her to help. . .Well, I wouldn't exactly say she had a crush on me. . .You are? When? I don't know if. . .But, Terri. . .Yes, I know you are. . .I know we had it planned to meet but I didn't realize it was going to be this soon. . .I see. . .I see. . .Yes. . .Yes. . .Yes, Terri, but. . .Terri? Terri?" He closed his phone with blatant distress.

Sara reached for her robe and pulled it around herself, her movement catching his eye as he looked up at her.

"Unexpected visit?" She asked with a faux smile.

"I'm sorry." He got to his feet and faced her, evidently not concerned about his nudity anymore. "I didn't realize. . ."

"What? That I was behind you, listening to you talking to your girlfriend?" She picked up his clothes and handed them to him. "I guess since she's coming, it might be a good idea to get you moved into that hotel—oh, wait—it was an apartment, right? You got a little confused between this time I "dove" into bed with you and the last time? You better get dressed so we can get your things put in my car and you can get that key to your apartment so I can get home before it's too late. I mean, you wouldn't want someone who had a "crush on you" taking up too much of your time."

"Sara. . .please. . ."

"Get dressed, Grissom. Then get the hell out."