Silenti Viscus

Alise shivered under his kiss and Grissom realized that she was probably scared to death.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his own breathing quickened a little. Alise gulped and nodded. Slowly, she unfurled her arms and hooked them around Grissom’s neck.

GRISSOM!, his conscience shouted. You are old enough to be at least her father, maybe even her grandfather! What the hell are you doing?

For the first time in his life, Grissom ignoris iis intuition and slid all guilt to the back of his mind.

With shaking hands, Grissom unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra beneath it. He lowered his head to a creamy breast, licking the nipple through the fabric. Alise shivered harder, tightening her grip on his neck. He carefully pushed the bra cup down, replacing it with his own hand. The sensation of cold air over her sensitive nipples sent them to attention, causing them to jut out, swollen. His tongue swirled around the bud, tightening almost to the point of pain. He repeated the same process on the other breast, then stopped.

“Are you sure?” he repeated. Again, she nodded. He slipped the blouse completely off her, the bra quickly joining it. Alise gasped as she felt his erection press against her lower abdomen. Doubt flashed behind her eyes, and Grissom halted.

He pulled away, untangling her arms and reaching for her discarded clothes.

“No.”

Her voice seemed to echo throughout the entire apartment. Her hand, pale against his dark blue jacket, caught his arm. With a tiny grin, Grissom realized that it was in the same place she’d touched his arm before.

Grissom stood and motioned for Alise to do so also. Without words, she understood and led him to the tiny bedroom. At the foot of the queen-sized bed, she tugged at his arm again. In a swift motion, he discarded his jacket and shirt. She reached out, carefully laying an open hand on his naked chest. Tiny shivers ran down his back, partly out of fear.

He kissed her, gently prying her mouth open with his tongue. He pulled her nubile body closer to his, kneading her breasts with a sort of erotic expertise. Alise moaned against his mouth, and Grissom’s worry broke free again. He pulled away from the girl and took a step back.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured. “You’re not even 17 yet and I’m…ancient compared to you.”

“I want this,” Alise replied, closing the distance between them. “You’re the only one who’s actually cared about me since Mom and Dad…” A tear slid down her cheek. Grissom kissed it away, licking her cheek as he pulled away.

“Besides, why not make my first consensual time as enjoyable as can be?” she teased, giving him a full, real smile. Grissom blushed a little before wrapping his arms around her waist and carrying her the few feet to the bed.

His fingers reached for the zipper of her jeans, but she grabbed his hand and led it to his own zipper. With a curious look on his face, Grissom unzipped his own pants and let them fall to the floor. His face reddened again as he saw her smirking at his red plaid boxers. But the embarrassment quickly fell away as she freed his engorged member and slipped it into her mouth.

Grissom had to fight the urge to cum right then and there. She had obviously at practice with a boyfriend or two. There was nothing innocent about the way she swirled her tongue around his head and down the shaft in time with her sucking.

Suddenly, he pushed her away, shoving her onto the bed and latching onto her left nipple. Again, she quietly moaned. Grissom let a hand move from her right breast to her stomach and down to the waistline of her jeans. After a fair amount of wriggling, they managed to get the pants off, with Grissom making sure to never let his mouth release her bosom.

He moved to the right nipple, letting his hand return to the area just above her apex. He could feel the heat from her open lips and had to force himself from ravaging her that minute. When the urge passed, he cautiously slipped his hand into her panties and let a single digit enter her warm folds.

Alise gasped, her entire body tense with pleasure. Grissom let a second finger loose as he released her breast, wanting to see the look on her face.

Her swollen lips were parted, her eyes tightly closed, her hands clenching the blankets tightly. Sweat had broken out on her brow, making her face appear ethereal.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as nonchalantly as he could. Her response was to push her hips up, gyrating around his penetrating fingers.

Just as Grissom slipped a third finger in, her eyes shot open and she sat up.

“Wait,” she panted, pointing to the top drawer of a nearby dresser. Grissom rose and opened the door, a bit surprised to find an entire box of unopened condoms nestled between the rows of carefully folded panties.

“Are you absolutely sure, Alise? Once we start, it’ll be dangerous to try and stop,” he asked a last time.

“For the last fucking time, Grissom, yes! Do you think I’d let you get this far if I didn’t want to go all the damn way?” Alise growled with exasperation.

Grissom smiled and brought the box to the nightstand. He took his time to open the box and pull a single foil-wrapped circle out. Alise was still lying on the bed, a hand between her legs, trying to keep herself ready for Grissom.

By the time he was ready, she was about to kill him. In a way, however, she was glad he was taking forever.

He slid her soaked panties off, then positioned himself above her, carefully lining up his throbbing penis with her waiting sex. Alise wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, preparing herself for what would come next.

Gently, he slid into her, stopping when her nails dug into his back. She hissed, drawing in a deep breath, trying to subdue the memories that were viciously tormenting her.

“We should stop,” Grissom whispered. He started to pull out, but she abruptly impaled herself upon him, taking his full length into her. A small cry escaped her lips as she realized what she’d done.

“No,” she answered. “Don’t you even fucking dare.”

Grissom gave her a few moments to adjust herself before beginning to unhurriedly piston in and out. Alise writhed beneath him, drowning in waves of pleasure that hadn’t been there the last time. She stifled a scream as her vision blurred in climax. And, judging by the rapturous look on Grissom’s face, he too was in the midst of his own orgasm.

They rolled over, still joined together, in a mess of sweat and tangled limbs. Sleep was already tugging at Alise’s eyelids and Grissom wondered if he should leave. He stood to gather his clothes when Alise reached out again.

“Stay. Please,” she begged, her eyes shining with some unknown emotion. Grissom pulled the various bedcovers back, waiting for her to climb under them before he joined her. Instantly, she snuggled up to him, resting on her head on his chest as she slipped off to sleep.

Grissom didn’t know how long he laid there, stroking her hair and wondering if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

Only time will tell, his own sleep-deprived mind responded. The two fell asleep as the sun began to sink beneath the desert horizon.

At the foot of the bed, his pager vibrated unnoticed on the carpet. Things were undoubtedly about to get complicated…