The Breaking Point

Chapter Two: Welcome Home

"Gil!" Sara exclaimed. "You are going to ruin another suit of mine!"
She muttered through the lips that were crushing against her own. "I
see or rather feel someone is glad I'm back." She could feel his
turgid cock through the silk sweats he was wearing.

"Sara, you've been gone a whole week." Grissom gasped as Sara began to
grind against his hips. "I had to do 5 extra miles to distract myself
this morning. Put my whole schedule off."

"You did 15 miles this morning? Kept on your diet, too. I see" as her
hands pushed him away for a moment and then smacked his flat hard abdomen.

"Ohhh, I'm wounded." He moaned. "Sara, please…….I need you."

"Gilbert Aaron Grissom. I could just as easily smacked something else."

"Ah, you wound me to the quick. Although, I wouldn't mind several
swats on my…."

"Bugman, you are totally incorrigible…You have definitely changed
since last year." The mood darkened as a bitter look washed across
his face.

Sara's breath caught in her throat. "Oh, Gil. I didn't…" Some
wounds were still raw in his mind as the anniversary of last year
approached.

Suddenly, deflated, Gil turned and put his hands on the kitchen
island. "I still have the nightmares. Especially, when you aren't
here. I still have problems dealing with…Sara I can't…" Gil's head
dropped with this admission and he absentmindedly rubbed his left
thigh. Sara saddened as her eyes caught this gesture.

He had so many endearing little tics and gestures; but this certainly
was not one. She put her arms around his waist as she planted
soothing kisses on his shoulders. Her hands began to slowly massage
his abdomen; the motions were both calming and sensual. "Gil, do you
want me to call Dr. Meyer? Or Dr. Han?" Sara queried.

Grissom turn around slowly and planted a kiss on her forehead. "No,
I'll be okay. You are here now. I just had problems sleeping this
last week."

"I talked to Dr. Meyers yesterday. I also saw Dr. Han for a session
last Friday. I'm still learning to deal with everything; but I missed
you so much."

"Ecklie was a bit of a bastard. Especially, after the spread in SI.
It came out today. And it certainly didn't help, that everyone in the
lab was coming by; wanting me to sign the issue. And, Sara. Look what
they did." As he spoke those words, he pulled a copy of the latest
Sports Illustrated from his briefcase holding it up by one end so that
it opened in the middle lengthwise. Sara's eyebrows shot straight up
to meet in a point. *'Those bastards; they didn't…'* she thought.

Sara began her gentle massaging motions on his back now, while she
continued to plant kisses on his chest as she worked her way down to
the waist band of his sweats. "Gil, you're not naked you know. I
mean everyone at the college has seen…"

"Everyone at the college is not the whole of Las Vegas and not the
whole United States of America…" Gil's mood becoming sourer by the
minute. "Just look at it"

"I know…." Sara sighed. "Just look at it". She removed one hand from
his back and began to longingly run a figure down the two-page spread.
Then she looked up at Gil with the most lascivious sparkle in her
eyes now.

As one of Gil's eyebrows rose, he whispered, "Well, who missed who?"

"Well, all I've had for a week have been my dreams and fantasies. A
girl can miss her favorite boy toy, can't she? I could have used this
magazine on my trip." She muttered as she began to nip at his naval
and her lips began to retrace their former path. When she reached his
right nipple, she traced the aureole with her tongue before nipping
the right nipple. A low groan closer to a growl escaped from Gil's
lips.

"And Lindsay called a little while ago" he whispered breathlessly.
"She said if I signed that `centerfold' you're fingering; her friends
have offered her $10 each."

"$10 each" Sara gasped as their kisses became deeper.

"Her teachers have offered her $20. And they're not all female…" He
said as he nibbled her earlobe.

"We will talk about Lindsay and Ecklie later." She murmured as she
switched her attentions to his left nipple. "I missed you so much…"
she whispered just before she nipped his left nipple. Gil's eyes were
beginning to roll back as he moaned again. "Sara, what you do to me…"
Her left hand slipped between them and she began to trace the outline
of the bulge quickly reforming. She started to lightly flick it
before retracing her fingers previous path.

"Gil, let's take this to….." She gasped as Gil's hands slipped lower
down her back until they reached her ass. He began to cup and knead
the cheeks separately as he whispered "so luscious. So delectable."

Her fingers found and pulled the drawstring to his pants with one hand
while the other pushed him slightly back. A slight whoosh as the
pants slid down his legs. "Commando, today. Bugman."

Her right hand could now grasp his member. A slight oh escaped Gil's
lips. But she didn't do anything but hold his cock, revealing in the
soft feel of the skin as she marveled that she couldn't encompass his
girth. Her other hand began to slowly massage his scrotum. Grissom
tightened his grip on her ass. Last year he thought, he would have
had to pull apart at this moment to regain control.

But the yoga therapy had led to explorations of tantric sex
techniques. Just before Sara had left on her trip; in their last
lovemaking session, he managed to have 2 orgasms before his final
orgasm and ejaculation. The sex that night had been prolonged and
both had managed 2 mutual orgasms. But he didn't think he would
manage that many tonight but he would sure die trying.

"Sara, you are overdressed."