A/N: Yay, I'm back. Sorry for the delay guys but with my move it's been hard to get anything done. But at the moment I am still out of work so have more time for writing. Thank you to mingsmommy for the beta and guidance; this wasn't the easiest of things for me to write. Thanks also to elm22 for the support; I forgot to thank her on the last chapter so I'm doing it now. You are a diamond chick :) Well, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think.

Chapter 35

Stop? Seriously, he didn't think he could stop now anyway. He smiled at her encouragement.

Cupping his face in her hands she pulled him into yet another searing kiss, her thumbs tickling along the edge of his beard as she nipped on his bottom lip. Slowly pulling away she looked into his fire filled eyes. When the words, "take me," fell from her lips he was sure he growled.

No more thought was needed, nor time wasted. Shifting himself, he covered her with his body as she aided his cause by shimmying down the bed a little. Slipping his legs between hers he held himself up on his hands. His hardness pressed into her lower belly and he gasped at the sensation, as did the woman below him.

The couple shared another determined and heart stopping kiss before Grissom looked deep into her eyes, as if searching permission from her very soul. Biting softly on her bottom lip, she offered him a faint nod.

"I will be as gentle as I can," he whispered. "But…it will hurt, especially to start with."

Rubbing a sweaty palm over his cheek she offered him a small, unsteady smile. "I know," she whispered, urging him to continue.

Working a hand down his body he shifted, lining himself up at her opening. Taking his solid erection in hand, he slowly guided it into her welcoming wetness. He moved forward just a little, then, he stopped when he felt her tense under him. Her eyes tightly closed; her fingers once again grabbed the sheets beneath her in a tight and fearsome grip.

Pushing just a little more, he struggled against her tightness, doing his utmost to fight his urge to just drive into her with all he could. She was so tight and he knew the battle he fought to deny her pain would be a losing one.

"Sara…" he sighed on a groan. "…please, try and relax," he then pleaded as he moved in a little deeper.

"Trying," she murmured, clenching the sheets even more. "Don't stop…"

Pressing forward just another inch, Grissom found the barrier which denied him access to her very core. Leaning back over her, he placed his palms either side of her head and took a deep breath, preparing himself.

Her eyes fluttered open. As they did his lips captured hers and at that same instant, he rocked his hips forward, not too forcefully, but with enough power to penetrate her completely. She cried out, breaking the kiss, her eyes slamming shut again as her hands shot to his upper arms, clinging on in a death like grip.

Slipping his cheek to rest against hers he completely stilled, allowing her as much time as she needed to become accustomed to his body. Her heavy but short breath was soft and warm against his ear. As her hands slid to his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin, he winced slightly at the pain but pushed it far from his mind. A little scratch was nothing compared to what she would be feeling and he feathered soft kisses across her face and down her jaw line until his lips came to hover over hers.

He waited.

Eventually, after a minute or so, her eyes fluttered open and she sucked in a deep, whiny breath.

"Are you alright?" His question came in a bare whisper as the feeling at being completely at one with her caused an inner struggle to find any other words.

Sliding her hands from his shoulders to come to rest upon his firm, muscular back she just stared at him. An audible swallow slipped from her throat and Grissom suddenly felt uneasy.

"Sara?" he whispered again, her light breath tickling his nose. "Sara, did I hurt you? Should we stop…?" He hesitated now. "…We should stop."

"No," she said swiftly, rubbing her hands up his back, licking her lips. "I was…just…" she swallowed again, "…getting used to the feel of you. I'm alright."

Carefully, he studied her eyes, uncertainty spreading through his body like wild fire.

A loving smile passed over her lips and she kissed him tenderly. "Do you trust me?"

He nodded silently.

"Then believe me when I tell you I am alright and I want you to love me…Make love to me."

Now, he smiled, moving slightly, causing a soft gasp to fall from Sara's mouth.

"You're sure?"

"Yes," she sighed and took a moment, running her fingers tips over his taut and perspiring skin. "I'm ready," she eventually informed him, looking deep into his eyes.

She was ready.

And so was he.

Nothing else was spoken and he began to move.

Slowly, he pulled his hips back, groaning as he rocked forwards again and her wetness pulled him in, deeper than he had yet explored. Sara gasped and clung to him, just like she had before, her hands firmly gripping his shoulders but this time with a little less pressure.

When he thrust into her for a second time a delighted moan fell from her lips and he felt his heart warm. It was the first time she had shown a sign of satisfaction rather than pain. Although he was certain it would still hurt, she was at least experiencing pleasure and not just discomfort.

The feeling of her amazed him as she took him all in. Setting a steady and slow rhythm he attempted to control his pace as much as he possibly could, to give her as much satisfaction as possible. It seemed to be working as every time he thrust into her she would whisper for more after a quiet cry of pleasure.

Obliging with haste Grissom quickened the pace and began grinding into her harder and faster.

"Ohhh…." Sara cried as soon as the tempo accelerated, "Gil, feels…good."

The sound of his name falling from her lips, mingling with the now audible sound of their love making hurtled him towards breaking point. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

As her hands fell from his shoulders to make a grab for the sheets he knew she was also close. Before her fingers had the opportunity to clench the sheets he moved quickly, halting his thrusting and took her hands in his, pinning them above her head. Running his tongue all the way up her neck, tasting the sweet but salty perspiration which ran down her skin he sought out her mouth with lust and vigor. The time for subtlety was over; he could no longer hold back the untamed beast which burned within him.

When their lips parted, their eyes clashed and he felt as her fingers held tightly onto his. Sliding her legs upwards she hooked them over his thighs and he gasped when she pushed up into him.

"Sara…" he then whispered on a rough groan.

She did it again and his eyes pierced through hers now as she grinned mischievously at him. A look of nothing but pure hunger fell over his face.

"Take me with all you can," she murmured into his ear as she nibbled on the lobe. "I know you want to."

Yes, he did want to and he could no longer fight his urge to do so. As he felt her ankles lock around his thighs he drove forward, hard and strong, muffling her cry with another firm and fearsome kiss. He didn't break the kiss for some time as he rocked back and forth, in and out of her with sturdy, forceful strokes. Each time he thrust she moaned into him and he swallowed every sound that fell from her mouth.

Eventually their lips parted and his mouth slipped to the crook of her neck where his heavy breathing along with his bearded chin brushed strongly over her sensitive flesh, causing faint goose bumps to form. Her continuing moans and gasps of pleasure only urged him on and soon the point of inevitability was fast approaching, for both of them.

Sure enough, Sara's cries became louder, Grissom's grunts stronger and she began to move her hips in rhythm with him, meeting him stroke for stroke. He rose himself on a growl as she began to shake beneath him, her legs becoming tighter and tighter around his body. One more hard jolt from his body and she screamed out her pleasure as her orgasm took hold. As she quivered violently beneath him the raw emotion of the moment was beyond him and he exploded on a hearty groan, emptying himself fully within her before collapsing over her body.

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The smell of sex filled the air, natural but a rarity to this particular accommodation. Nothing could be heard in the room apart from a symphony of heavy breaths coming from the couple who lay exhausted in the bed.

His body still covered hers, their fingers still lay entwined.

It took a long moment before he was able to move but finally, he did, slowly lifting his head to look at her. She was staring at the ceiling still panting heavily, her chest heaving in exertion, a look of pleasured bemusement on her face. Giving her time, he was patient and waited until she snapped back to reality, tilted her head and looked at him.

Feeling the cool tears of sweat slither down his face, he smiled softly when she pulled her hands free from his and ran one through his damp and messy hair, while resting the other on his shoulder. Her eyes met his and she held his gaze as she passed her hand through his curls and then to his face, tickling over his skin and bringing it rest over the healing bruise on his eye.

"Thank you," she sighed tenderly, rubbing her thumb back and forth.

A frown formed on his brow. "For what?" he asked in a gentle but curious tone.

As a shy smile passed over her lips she moved a hand to the silver locket which hung around his neck and she fiddled with it, breaking his gaze.

"For showing me love," she said as her eyes floated back to his.

Love: such a strong word and an emotion that he was not used to dealing with, especially when it involved the female of the species.

But this was different. Sara was different. Unlike anyone he had ever met before and from the moment he had taken her to his bed he knew he was in deep, probably too deep. He was now in dangerous territory both for his own feelings and hers and much thinking would be required come the morning. For now though he fought his demons and sighed on a smile.

"Thank you for allowing me to," he responded. "And for trusting me with..." Now he hesitated, the thought of taking her innocence foremost on his mind, "…you know…"

Now she smiled before passing her lips over his. "I know," she whispered.

Wrapping her arms tightly around him again she pulled him onto her, his head coming to rest on her chest. Sighing heartily, he closed his eyes and wished the night would never end.

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Sara's eyes fluttered open and she licked her lips. Her ears immediately caught the soft breathing of the man sleeping soundly by her side. Tilting her head to the right, she gazed at him and smiled. She felt a little sore but so amazing all at the same time. It was certainly worth any pain that she had endured. Being the first time, she expected it so she brushed the ache to the back of her mind and just studied the man who slept by her side.

It was still very dark outside so it was more than likely the middle of the night still. Her eyes floated around the room and she noted the candles were just over half way burned out so she predicted around 3 to 4 am.

Feeling a little chilly she reached to the floor and scooped up Grissom's dress shirt. Slipping it on she left it unbuttoned and relished at the feel of it against her skin. It felt good and probably because it smelt like him, she liked that.

As her eyes fell back to the man by her side she noticed the thin sheet of perspiration covering his body glistened in the candle light. With a content sigh, she rolled onto her side and ran a gentle finger over his cheek before shifting downwards.

Her fingers traveled slowly, over his smooth, firm chest and abdomen until she reached the jagged scar which was just visible over the top of the sheet covering the lower part of his body. With great care the tips of her fingers slowly slid back and forth over the scarred flesh as she eyed the healed wound with curiosity.

Slowly, his eyes opened and flicked to her. Sara brought her caress to a halt and her hand came to gently rest over his scar. She leaned forward and softly kissed him before pulling back with a blissful smile.

"Hello," she whispered tenderly.

Taking in a full and content breath, Grissom returned her smile. "Hello."

Floating her eyes back down his body she nodded towards her hand. "That's a pretty angry looking scar, how did you get it?" she asked, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. She'd wanted to ask before but, it wasn't really the right time to do so.

"It's a long story," he responded on an awakening yawn.

"Well," she began, "Is there anywhere you have to be right now? Do you have plans?" she finished on a giggle.

Grinning a little he slipped a hand to her neck and feathered his fingers down her skin and across her throat. Sara felt herself tingling again, the instant he touched her and a tiny moan rose up her throat and slipped through her partially open lips.

"It will just take some time for me to tell you," he continued as his finger tips continued to float over her skin, now moving past the shirt and towards her breasts. "It would be morning before I'd be finished with the tale."

Moaning again Sara closed her eyes as his fingers worked magic over her sensitive flesh. She had never felt like this before. No man had ever made her shiver under something as simple as a touch.

"I promise I will tell you the story, just not right now."

Opening her eyes as his hands came to rest on her thighs Sara felt a little disheartened and pouted. There was still much she didn't know about him and she wanted to know everything.

The look of disappointment which appeared on her face was obvious and he sighed. "Name your desire Sara, anything you wish." Suddenly he stopped and thought for a moment, "Apart from stories." His brow rose. "And I will grant your wish, whatever you want. Tomorrow is for remembrance, tonight, is for you."

Suddenly Sara felt her pulse hitch, her heart rate doubling in a second. The stories could wait and she would accept his wishes but did he just say she could have anything she desired?

"Say that again," she requested with urgency, sitting up quickly and flipping onto her knees by his side.

"What do you want, Sara?" he asked, his voice cracking a little. "Tell me."

Sara knew exactly what she wanted and her eyes drifted over his body one more time before they returned to his. "I want to touch you."

Her words seemed to float in the air and he just stared at her, his mouth dropping open a tiny bit and a dumbstruck expression forming on his face.

"Sara I…" he hesitated, "…I don't think…"

"Please," she begged grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. "Allow me to give you pleasure, like you did me. I want to feel you, taste you." A tingle shot through her body and came to rest between her thighs as she spoke, a sensation which she'd discovered only he could make happen. The thought of touching him, running her tongue over his body, hearing him sighing under her caress made her throb with excitement. "You said anything I want and this is what I want. Let me…"

Seeming to be positively astounded he struggled for words and sucked in a deep breath. "If that's what you wish," he eventually responded with a graveled squeak in his voice.

The right side of Sara's mouth hitched a sultry grin and she leaned over him. Faintly kissing his lips she ran her tongue over his bottom lip before pulling back as he attempted to deepen the kiss, teasing him.

Smirking at him, she now ran a finger over his lips and held it there. "You take, I give," she instructed.

Remaining still, he simply nodded as he looked deep into her eyes. She slipped her finger from his lips before giving him another kiss. This time it was a much more demanding kiss, tongue fighting tongue and as she moaned into him, his hands slid around to her back, the tips of his fingers delicately rubbing over her skin.

Slowly breaking the kiss Sara feathered kisses along his right cheek, enjoying the roughness of his beard scraping against her lips and skin as she went. Her mouth found his ear lobe and she heartily sucked on it causing a groan of satisfaction to fall from her lover's lips. She made a mental note; Grissom's ear lobes were definitely sensitive to the touch. Grinning against him she feathered her kisses all the way down his jaw line and to his neck where she licked the damp, soft skin.

Continuing her journey south and over his chest she moved to his left nipple, running her tongue over the bud. In an instant it hardened under her touch and she felt him shudder.

"Sara…" he moaned as she moved to the right nipple and sucked on it.

Smiling against his skin again her exploration continued and she licked her way down the middle of his chest and abdomen to his belly button, noting how his skin developed fresh perspiration as she went. She adored the taste and smell of him: so masculine, so aroused.

When she slipped her tongue into his belly button he gasped, his hands immediately entwining in her hair. Flicking her eyes to her left she noticed as he become hard again, fascinated by the motion and speed at which it happened. It made her burn, craving to feel him inside her again. After another quick flick of her tongue she sat up and shimmed down and over him, straddling his thighs. His arms fell limply to his sides and all he could do was watch.

His eyes burned through her, a look of total entrancement upon his face. It was as if she had put a spell upon him as his mouth hung open and a thick band of sweat glistened on his forehead.

Glancing at his erect member she softly pouted her lips, still amazed at the very sight of him when he was stimulated.

"May I?" she breathed, looking up to him before looking back to his erection, her fingers twitching in anticipation.

He nodded slowly and took another deep inhalation of air.

Taking his solid erection into her hand she smiled when a groan fell from his lips. But her smile faded and a frown formed on her brow when she realized she wasn't exactly sure of what to do now. He was hot and hard in her palm but how did she give him pleasure this way? She looked to him and his glazed, drowsy eyes instantly held hers.

"Show me how to make you happy," she requested faintly. "Teach me what you like."

Without hesitation he reached down and slipped his hand over hers as she held him. She watched as he began to move his hand, taking hers with his and a slow pumping action around his member commenced.

Licking her lips as he sighed she moved her eyes up to look at his face while continuing to follow his direction. His eyes were closed now and his free hand gripped softly onto the bed sheet.

"Is this good?" she asked as his hand tightened over hers, moving a little faster.

All he could offer in response was a grunted, "Uh huh."

With a mischievous grin she felt her confidence blossom and looked back to her task. "You can move your hand," she informed him. "I think I know what to do now."

Although her words came out clear and concise he didn't seem to hear her. Her smile grew as his eyes clenched tighter and he seemed lost in his own little world. Moving her free hand to his she gently tugged and the pumping ceased, his eyes opening to meet hers as she peered up at him.

"I can do it," she assured him.

Nodding dumbly, he released his hold and moved his hand, placing it by his side.

A look of total concentration passed over Sara's face as she gripped him again. He was big and especially wide so it was actually quite a challenge to encase him within one hand. Slowly her hand began to move and she soon found a steady, almost torturous rhythm.

It felt so good to be able to pleasure him. She watched his face in wonderment as she continued with her motion, gradually pumping just a little faster as each minute went by. His eyes were now firmly closed again, his fingers grabbing at the sheets just like hers had. His breathing was heavy and labored as he moaned her name every now and then.

But then the air seemed to change and he gasped heavily. "Sara…" he groaned. "Sara, you need…to…stop…" His fingers clawed at the sheets so hard now she thought he could possibly even tear the cotton. But why did he want her to stop, was he joking? She continued until he snapped.

"Sara, stop!"

This time, with the force of his demand she brought her caresses to an abrupt halt, freezing instantly.

But she was confused, had she done it wrong? Her worried eyes shot to his face as his eyes flicked open. His breathing rapid as his chest rose and fell in quick, fearsome spurts.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly in a panic. "I…I did it wrong didn't I?" She shakily uncurled her fingers from his hardness and sat back.

"No…" he panted, shaking his head with a faint grin, "…you did it perfect," he finished on a sigh.

"I don't understand," she replied with a frown. "Why do you wish for me to stop if…"

He didn't give her the opportunity to finish and reached for her hand, sitting up a little against the headboard as she slipped from his thighs to once more kneel beside him.

The frown remained on her face but she took his hand with uncertainty and he tenderly entwined his fingers through hers.

"If you had continued I…" Now he stopped and she watched his face as he burrowed his own frown, deep in thought. "…I would have…well…"

Now, she thought she understood and completed his sentence for him. "Lost control?"

Ruffling his nose with a smirk he nodded, "In a manner of speaking, yes."

"And that's what happened before? When I felt the warmth inside me?"

Clearing his throat he offered another simple nod. "Yes."

"I see." Now Sara did comprehend. When he reached the pinnacle of ultimate pleasure and could no longer hold on, his seed would flow from his body as release, just as her body had exploded in a similar fashion. "And you didn't want for me to take you all the way?"

"I wouldn't say that," he disagreed, playing with her fingers. "I just don't think it's very… it's just…its different when we are as one…it's…how should I put it?"

"Messy?"

"Quite," he grinned.

"Well, we could…" She beamed a naughty smile and passed a hand over his still rigid erection, causing him to groan. "…use the less messy option. I'd just hate to leave you like that." She nodded below the waist line and forced herself to hold in the giggle which was just begging to be released.

His right brow soared as she lifted herself and once again straddled his thighs.

She felt herself burning for him again, just touching him set her on fire and with all the talk of exactly how he reached the ultimate point of satisfaction, it only spurred her craving to feel him inside her once again. The wetness she could feel between her legs confirmed that all the more.

"Will you allow me…" she took his other hand and held it for a moment, toying with his fingers before moving both his hands to her slip under the shirt and cover her breasts, "…to make love to you?"

Releasing his hands she sat back and waited for an answer.

A/N: So, what did you think? Want more? Wonder what his answer will be :)