A/N: Rating change for this chapter: This chapter is RATED M – Mature and contains scenes of a sexual and adult nature. PLEASE read responsibly!!

Okay guys, I managed it, just: To get the next chapter done before I fly off to pastures anew. In fact I leave in hmmmm, about fourteen hours. Many, many thanks to mingsmommy for the swift beta and advice. And PLEASE do not kill me for where this ends. If I didn't end it here I wouldn't have been able to post as I ran out of time. I hope you like :)

Chapter 34

He carried her inside with ease, stopping by the bed to carefully set her back onto her feet. As she looked into his eyes he lifted his hand and a trembling finger moved to her forehead, delicately bushing underneath a few stray hairs and slipping them back behind her ear.

Leaving her standing he walked around the room and lit the lanterns, along with several candles which lay atop the mantle. She watched his every move and when he traveled back to her, her glance had not shifted from him for a single second.

Reaching out, he took her hands one by one and slowly removed her gloves, his finger tips lightly brushing over her smooth skin as each inch became exposed to him. Her skin was so delicate, so tender; it was like melting into the sheerest of silk. It made him quiver.

Taking her supple hands in his, he kissed the back of each one in turn before he squeezed affectionately. He couldn't draw his eyes from her, taking in every contour of her beautiful face as it was bathed in the orange glow that now illuminated the room. "Are you sure…" he began as a harsh lump formed in his throat, "…that this is what you want, Sara?"

As her tongue slipped from her mouth to teasingly run over her bottom lip she shuffled forwards and once more reached a gentle hand to his face. His stomach clenched as his eyes locked on her now glistening lips. She ran her palm over his cheek before running a finger over his own lips and he felt a burning in his groin like he had never felt before.

"I…" she breathed into him as she moved her nimble finger to his ear to gently stroke the lobe, "…have wanted you since the very first moment I saw you." Tipping her head back she looked into his eyes and they sparkled like the North Star in the darkest of nights. "Make me yours, Grissom…teach me..."

Grissom felt his breath catch in his throat. Sara was still innocent, of course she was. His conscience tormented him once again. Could he really do this? Did he have the right to take Sara this way? No, he didn't, he knew that but she could obviously sense his hesitation again. Before he had the opportunity to come to yet another decision her head tilted forwards and her lips were once again upon his.

Now his fight for control was lost as she solidly pushed against him and moaned into his mouth. He could no longer fight his masculine urge or desire to be with her and he kissed her hard, tightly wrapping his arms around her body. Her tongue skated over his, the taste of champagne once again tickled his taste buds and he felt a low rumble begin in his chest and rise up his throat when she nipped on his bottom lip before slowly pulling away.

Looking a little dumbstruck at her bravery he joined her in a chorus of needy breaths. She grinned mischievously at him through slightly glazed eyes as she wiped her finger over his now partially swollen bottom lip. He couldn't help the inclining of his right brow and she smiled.

"I…" she sniggered, fiddling with his tie "…think I'm getting the hang of…kissing now."

"I think so too." He held absolutely no hesitation with his graveled response.

Taking both of his hands she pushed them under the jacket, placing them over her breasts. She held them there for a moment and his eyes became glued to his own fingers.

"Do you desire what lies beneath the dress?" she asked in a bare whisper.

His heart pounded. The urge to just ravish her right there on the spot was suddenly overwhelming, yet she approached this, this whole situation so calmly. He would at least attempt to do the same and show her the pleasure and joy she so much deserved.

"Very much so," His quiet and shaky response made her sigh and his eyes shifted from her chest to meet her eyes again.

"Undress me?" Her voice trembled with the question.

He didn't offer a response but slowly slid his hands to her shoulders. He first pushed his jacket from her shoulders, then, with gentle pressure, he urged her to turn around and she did so. His fingers swiftly sought out the bows of her dress while his lips tenderly nipped at the alluring flesh at the back of her neck.

Automatically she tipped her head back on a soft moan as his kisses fluttered over her skin. He grinned into her as she eventually succumbed to a gasp when his hand slipped inside the now open dress, moving around to her front to fondle a breast through the material of her corset. He only teased her for a moment though, as her whimpers only heightened his desire to be at one with her and he knew he couldn't control himself too much longer.

Working the dress from her shoulders he slipped it down her body, flowing with velvety material until he was kneeling at her feet. Urging her to step out of the garment she did so and looked down at him as he peered up at her long and now exposed frame. As he removed her shoes he felt her shudder under his touch and it made him ache all the more.

Her legs were magnificent, long and sleek as they stretched all the way up to her perfectly rounded thighs. He could have never imagined the dresses or riding bottoms she wore could house such a perfect sight. Groaning, he started at her right heel, his lips sucking and nipping at every inch of flesh until he reached just above her knee and the bottom of her chemise. She was now trembling under his attentions and when he pulled himself to his feet her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly agape. As soon as he stood her eyes flicked open to meet his, just for second before he now leaned into her, his wanton mouth now smothering over hers with a vigorous amount of lust and heat.

The kiss was powerful but swift. He stepped back to admire her as she stood before him, his eyes wandering over the corset that wrapped around her petite frame. He moved around her like a panther stalking its prey, slow and predatory, his glance never shifting from her body as she remained still.

Slipping right up behind her again his lips floated over her neck once more before his hands skimmed softly over her bare arms: starting at her shoulders his touch feathered all the way down to her wrists and he grinned as she shuddered.

An almost breathless sigh fell from her lips. "Please…" she moaned on a whisper.

Grinning again, he reached for the lacing which tied the tempting garment to her body. Noticing the lace was only loosely tied he came to the quick conclusion as to why. Sara had to tie it herself and it was a mystery how she even managed to do what she had. Pulling on the top ribbon, then the second…third…fourth…he un wrapped the semi taut corset until it fell from her body and onto the floor at their feet. Then, as slowly as he'd moved behind her, he returned to her front.

When he took in the sight of her, donned now in only her chemise, he was awestruck. Only one piece of clothing now prevented him from seeing Sara in all her natural glory, a glory which no other man had ever had the pleasure to set his eyes upon. All the fighting to keep his body under control had vanished; he was now, beneath his fine dress pants, hard as a rock.

"You are so…" His eyes floated from her body to meet her glance as she watched him, "…beautiful."

"How do you know?" she teased. "You haven't seen all of me yet."

As her eyes fluttered and her soft, alluring lips curled into a grin, a rough groan erupted from his throat. Wasting no more time he bent, took a grip on the bottom of her chemise and embarked on pulling it up her body. The material, which was the finest of silk, felt light and slick on his fingers and he was thankful for Sara's quick assistance when she raised her arms, allowing him to lift the garment over her head. Once she was free from the chemise Grissom dropped it and it floated to the floor.

She was completely exposed before him now and he sucked in a heavy breath as he took in her full and bewitching form. It was like an angel had been sent from the heavens for him and him alone.

Smiling as he ogled her, she took several steps back until her heels clipped the bed. Slowly she sat on the edge placing her hands on the sheet at either side of her thighs. "Don't you think it's a little unfair?"

Frowning, he felt his heart skip a beat at the question. "What?" he asked with uncertainty.

"That I have been stripped of my clothing but you are still fully dressed."

"I guess that is a little unfair."

As she sat on the bed, her gaze locked on him as he reached for his tie. His fingers worked quickly and soon the tie was pulled from the collar of his dress shirt and dropped to the floor. Next, off came his vest and then he worked on the buttons of his shirt, fumbling a little as he attempted to keep his eyes on the beauty before him.

Noticing as Sara licked her lips once the shirt slipped from his back he shuddered as the desire to touch and taste every inch of her body became overwhelming. He worked quickly to release himself from his pants and long johns. Hurriedly pulling himself free from the long sleeves before the bottoms, sighing once his stiff arousal was liberated from the confines of the horrid material.

Sara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him in all his natural glory, she couldn't seem to help staring below the waist and he noticed when, "oh my," fell from her lips.

He wasn't quite sure how to react to that but he did feel his whole body flush as her eyes wandered over him.

No longer could he wait and as he moved towards her, she shimmied backwards until her back hit the pillows which were piled neatly against the headboard. It was a reaction he wasn't entirely sure how to interpret and he stopped at the foot of the bed, running his eyes over her entire body before they came to meet her soft brown eyes.

"Are you afraid of me?" His words were calm but held enough of a tremble to highlight his hint of uncertainty.

She smiled so sweetly at him now he felt his knees trembling. She held out her hand. "No, I'm not afraid of you." Gracefully moving her hand she beckoned him towards her. "I was just getting comfortable. Come here."

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As she shimmied back along the cool, crisp sheets and beckoned him towards her, Sara felt the butterflies in her stomach grow tenfold. Her calm actions well hid her actual apprehension but she wasn't sure how long she could keep it up. He was a sight for seeing though and when he'd completely stripped she felt herself burning in places she had never burnt before. The perfect build, muscular arms and chest and those thighs, oh my, she had never seen thighs like that before. But it was what lay in-between his thighs that made her ache and scared her, also. He was extremely well endowed.

Slowly he walked towards her. Slipping onto the bed he knelt by her knees and took her hand, kissing the back gently. Looking into her eyes his face suddenly turned serious and she felt a little uneasy, uncertain of what he was thinking.

"What..." He kissed her hand again, "do you desire, Sara?"

His question made her sigh and her pulse hitched. She desired him, in every way possible but she knew, even though she longed to be at one with him, that they had to take this slowly. She was pretty certain he wouldn't have it any other way anyway. Right now, she would die a happy woman just to have felt him on her.

"Touch me?" Her trembling request fell in a mere whisper.

He smiled now and leaned into her, taking her lips, kissing her with such tenderness she felt she could melt into the sheets beneath her and disappear, forever. Once his lips left hers tender kisses fluttered over her jaw and to her right ear where he sucked softly on the lobe. Suddenly he stopped, pulled back and stared into her eyes.

"You are, beautiful," he stated now with a gravel pitched voice but a pert grin.

Sighing, she ran a hand over his cheek as a sweet; whiskey aroma from his breath hit her nostrils. No doubt a mixture of the champagne and bourbon he had drunk earlier. It was bizarrely the most delicious of odors she had ever smelt and as his lips slipped to her neck and began sliding downwards, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

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She tasted amazing, so sweet and divine with the tiniest hint of lavender. Once he'd unreservedly nuzzled at her neck for a few moments he slid his caress lower, hovering over her, softly passing his lips over the top of each breast. Her breasts were pale but silky and supple on his tongue. He kissed each one in turn before moving his undivided attention to her right nipple. As he slipped his mouth over the firm and no doubt sensitive bud she moaned deeply, her chest rising in anticipation. Smiling into her, he slipped to the left nipple, his beard scrapping over her flesh as he did so causing another deep moan to fall from her lips. He flicked his glance to look at her. Her face was flush and her eyes closed.

Giving the nipple on final nip he pulled away, returning to her lips for another long and blissful kiss. Her eyes fluttered open when his lips left hers and the glazed look in her eyes made him sigh within. He was pleasing her and she had allowed him to do so. A reserved smile graced his lips as he lay on his side beside her, placing a soft, warm hand onto her stomach, rubbing softly.

"Gil….."

His eyes captured hers with a sparkle. It was the first time she had called him by

anything but his surname but he held back the smile he so desperately wanted to show her as the fear blossoming within her struck him, he could see it.

"What is wrong?"

Biting hard on her bottom lip Sara ran a hand slowly over his chest whilst holding his gaze.

"I…," she hesitated, "…I think I'm just...a little nervous." She smiled weakly and looked away. "I don't want to disappoint you."

Grissom smiled gently and her words, although the thought of her innocence frightened him it made him all the more determined to continue to please her. His gut rolled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement as he brushed his fingers softly over her ribs and towards her thighs but then he stopped. "You will never disappointment me, Sara and…we don't have to do this you know, if you are not ready. We can wait, as long as you need."

She faced him again, kissing him tenderly. "I am ready. I want you, Gil. I want you now. I feel like I've wanted you forever."

Licking his lips he continued, sliding his hand to her thighs, hearing her sharp intake of breath as he moved in between them. She automatically parted her legs for him as his fingers sought her most delicate area. With great care he touched her, moving his fingers softly over her outer lips, keeping his eyes locked on her for any signs of distress.

"I want to feel you," she moaned, fluttering her eyes closed once more. "Touch me, Gil."

And so he did. Slipping a finger inside her he groaned at her tight wetness, so wet, and all for him. It made him ever harder, if that were possible. Gasping as he slid his finger in and out he watched her face redden. Her brow knitted softly as her lips parted, her breathing quickening with every movement of his fingers. Then, as his thumb sought her delicate nub she gasped loudly as he rubbed over it.

His heart thumped in his chest as she began to writhe under his caress. The pleasure he felt from hearing her sob was a blissful whisper to his ears. Her hips now moved with the rhythm of his fingers and he suspected she was close. Carefully slipping a second finger into her confirmed his thoughts and as he applied more pressure with his thumb she began to shake, constant moans of pleasure now falling from her lips. She grabbed the sheets firmly with both hands, her knuckles turning white under her painful grip and with a joyful cry of pleasure she exploded under his touch.

He allowed her to calm before sliding his fingers free and without hesitation slipped up her body, feathering soft kisses over her glistening skin as he went. Hovering over her again he waited for her eyes to open. As her breathing settled her lids slid open and her eyes met his and then fell upon the soft smile which graced his lips.

"Are you alright?" he asked with sincerity as she seemed to just stare at him.

"I…" she started, breathlessly, licking her lips, "…yes," she sighed. "Wow, I didn't expect...know…you know it's…."

Placing a finger over her lips he brushed it tenderly back and force. "I know this is all new to you, Sara and if you wish to continue we can or we can just…"

"Don't you dare stop now…"

A/N: So it begins. Sorry to leave it there but sadly I had no choice. I'm off for a new life in South Africa tomorrow but I promise I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Maybe a week or so. Please let me know how you think I did with this first bit :)