Memorable

TITLE: Memorable AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: CSI SHIP: Greg / Sara RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six or Seven I'm not sure. UNIVERSE: As per cannon, but does skirt some issues. SYNOPSIS: After their Hazmat scare and subsequent emergency protocol shower neither Greg or Sara can get what they've seen off their minds and eventually decide to do something about it. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creator. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za Chapter 2 The fifteen-minute cab ride over to Sara's apartment is a little awkward. They don't know what to do or say, so they sit in silence. Sara swears the cab driver is looking at as if he knows about what they are about to do. They exit the cab hastily at Sara's apartment building with Greg almost throwing the fare at the cabbie in his haste. They dawdle before entering the building, but eventually Sara is unlocking the door to her apartment. She invites him in and shuts the door behind her and turns to lean against it. "So how should we...?" she starts to ask, but is interrupted by Greg suddenly pressing his lips to hers. She resists him for a moment, going stiff, but then melts to the intensity of his kiss. Their lips slide together and when he gently probes, she parts her lips and allows his tongue to explore her mouth. His ands are warm on her cheek and the back of her neck. Her own hands work themselves into his spiky hair and her fingers massage his scalp. She lets him press her back firmly against the door so that his body presses against her. She can feel the bulge in his jeans press against her stomach that is tightening as she feels herself becoming open and moist. Her bra suddenly feels restrictive and uncomfortable as she feels her areola swell and her nipples harden in its supportive constraint. "Well there obviously wasn't any biological reason why they couldn't do this." She thought as she returned his exploring kiss. He didn't know what he was thinking, jumping her like that, but he had felt the momentum of their decision starting to flag. And, as much as he didn't like admitting it, he was really into the idea of having sex with Sara and he did believe it was the only way to exorcise the awkwardness between them. He feared it was a mistake when she goes stiff, but then her lips and body softened and she opened her mouth to the gentle probing of his tongue. He caresses her cheek and lets his fingers wind into the hair at the back of her neck and her hands work their way into his. When he presses against her body she backs up until she is trapped between him and the door. He can feel the erection he had been trying to hide since the cab ride pressing against her taut belly. Her breasts flatten against his chest and even through their clothes he can feel her nipples stir and harden against him in arousal. She didn't expect it, but it does the job of breaking the ice. When he breaks the kiss he immediately starts apologizing, but she stops him by initiating a kiss off her own. They remain lip locked as they both shrug off their jackets and then start undoing each other's clothes as best they can. She maneuvers them away from the door and towards her bedroom. Their course is a bit erratic as they wobble about while trying to kick-off their shoes. Things go a bit awry when Greg's jeans drop around his ankle and he trips, falling in through her bedroom doorway. He reaches for her and she tries to catch him, but all that succeeds in doing is that he drags her with him. Her hand catching at the door frame slows their fall, but doesn't stop it and they end up in a heap on the floor with her on top. "Owww." He says with his voice shaking as he laughs at their situation. She chuckles too. "Think we might take this just a little slower, so that we don't end up hurting ourselves?" she asks. "I think we might." He replies. Her body is lying on top of his, between his legs and her weight feels good. She was wearing a crop top and the only thing separating his erection from the skin of her toned stomach is the thin cotton of his boxers and it twitches as he has that thought. She feels him shift against her stomach and she realized that with his jeans around his ankles the only thing between her skin and his erection is the material of his boxers and hen not even that. When it twitches and grows it manages to find it's way through the fly of his boxers and brushes the ridges of her taut belly. They pull themselves to their feet and just look at each other for a moment. They move to either side of her bed and start to get undressed in a more orderly fashion. Things stall when they're down to their underwear. They both realize that if they go any further, there is no turning back. She feels a little embarrassed. Both her bra and panties are her plain, cotton everyday wear ones and are not sexy in the least, but she does make the first move as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra and lets it drop to the floor. She fights the urge to cover her breasts with her arms, but the urge dies when she sees the look in his eyes as they slide over her body. It is a strange mixture of curiosity, awe, admiration and desire and it gives her a thrill. She lets her own gaze travel along his well sculpted body, noting his tattoos more clearly and feels a deeper thrill, along, with the urge to touch. She even feels her fingers flex at the thought. He lets his eyes trace her tall, lithe, muscular frame. Her skin is surprisingly pale for someone who is a native to Las Vegas, but she has been working the night shift for a long time. She must work out too, she has very well defined muscle tone He watches her remove her bra. They didn't really need the support as they hardly drop at all without the undergarment. He admires her courage for being the first one to act, he sees her fingers flex, nervously, and screwing up his own courage he reaches for the waistband of his boxers. He stops and frowns as she shakes her head and then slowly walks around the bed until she is standing in front of him. "Let me." She tells him and he lets his hands drop to his sides. She reaches forward and she caresses his chest, her fingers trace the black and red sacred heart tattoo he has, just over his own heart. Her touch is electric and it sends shivers of sensation through his body. Having her this close to him in only her panties he realizes that part of the frustration of having seen her in the hazmat shower had been his imagination filling in the things he hadn't gotten to see. He wonders if it's the same for her. She marvels at the difference in texture between his skin and the tattoo, She never touches her own tattoo. She tests the muscle under his skin as she traces his other tattoos. Some are just symbols. Others were elaborate illustrations. If she had been able to hear his thoughts she would have told him it was not. What intrigued her was what she had seen quite clearly. She knelt before him and pulled the waistband of his boxers back before slowly lowering them down his thighs. She hadn't thought she thought of men in those terms, but Greg was hung. The term she would use was porn penis if the term existed and as she studied him she realized he hadn't even been fully erect in the shower. It wasn't just size, he was also completely devoid of hair, something she had not seen on an adult male before. He twitched against her fingertips as she slowly ran them down his length and then caresses his heavy balls. The skin of his scrotum was surprisingly smooth. She wraps her hand around the base of him and her fingers do not quite meet her thumb. She can feel the blood pulsing through his veined shaft, pressing against her hand with the steady beat of his heart. She skims slowly up the velvet-smooth, slightly curved, but steel-hard length of his shaft. She hears him groan her name into the silence of the room and the way he says it heats her skin like a physical caress. She was fascinated by the feel of him, as she measures him with her fingers and eyes. She watched as several clear dollops of thick, clear lubricant well up out of the tip of his dickhead. Using, her thumb, she spreads the slippery fluid down his dick head and then spreads it down the rest of his length with spiraling twists of her fist. What curiosity she has put to rest with her close and personal scrutiny is now dwarfed by other more physical considerations and wonderings. She glances up and sees him watching her as raptly as she had studied his shaft a moment before. Greg is forced to lock his knees as her touch sends electric shockwaves through his body. Anticipation has his nerves stretched taut and her gentle touch and the warm feel of her breath on his hard shaft strum them into pleasurable life. It's hard to think, breath as her hand travels his length. Her hand is surprisingly soft and smooth. He never would have thought that. His hands itch to touch her, his fingers clench nervously, but he keeps his arms still at his sides, not wanting to distract her from her intent study of his penis. The rapt look on her face is almost as pleasurable as her touch. He has to concentrate to keep the fluid leaking out of his slit to just lubricant and not blow his load. He groans as she uses her thumb and then her fist to spread his lube around the length of his shaft. He can't keep his eyes off her. The friction of her fist, wrapped around him and skim it's way up and down, twisting slightly with each stroke makes the small of his back tense and his hips buck slightly. If her hand feels that good his mind boggles at how other parts of her might feel on or around him. Their eyes meet for a moment and then he doesn't have to wonder anymore. She has to satisfy her newer curiosity and she lowers her lips over the smooth head of his cock and draws it into her mouth. His size is a challenge for her, one she is more than ready to accept. She takes more of him in, inch by smooth inch, feeling her lips stretch. When his tip finds the back of her mouth, she has only just about tasted a third of him. She backs up slowly, laving his cock with her swirling tongue. She licks her lips, savouring his taste. He twitches and throbs in her hand as she licks and kisses his length, mixing her saliva with his natural lubricant. She takes a few deep breaths and then once again wraps her lips around his head. She holds onto his thigh with one hand, the other holding the base of his member as the tip once again reaches the entrance to her throat. She holds him there sucking lightly, but rhythmically on his hard, smooth flesh. She relaxes, getting used to breathing through her nose. He groans and she feels his hands drop onto her shoulders and begin to massage them in time with her oral ministration. He gasps when she pushes forward. The entrance to her throat resist him a little, and then, her lips are slowly inching their way down his length. His hands grip her shoulders as she slowly takes him down her throat, swallowing, so that her muscles massage him. Sara was justifiably proud of her oral skills, but she still had to really work to take all of him and she didn't quite manage it the first couple of times, but eventually she buried her nose in his hairless crotch, surprising even herself. She can't hold him there for long, but he doesn't have to. she backs off him to the point where she is comfortable and then repeats the process, slowly bobbing her head back and forth along his smooth length. As, she gets used to his size and girth she picks up her pace, using her throat muscles to massage his shaft. Greg can't believe what he is seeing or feeling as Sara after some effort presses her nose to the skin of his crotch. He never thought that she would have these kinds of skills. He had never thought of Sara sucking cock at all. Her lips, tongue, mouth and throat feel amazing as they give him a plethora of pleasurable sensation. She applies heat, moisture, pressure and friction to his throbbing member in rhythmic waves as her head bobs up and down his length. He cannot maintain the co-ordination to keep massaging her shoulders and instead weaves his fingers into her hair. His hips are bucking slightly, beyond his ability to control, but before he can apologise she adjusts her pace and technique to accommodate him. He is consciously controlling his breathing, keeping it deep and steady, using it as a measure to control his building climax. Her sucking lips make a wet sound as they slide along his rock hard staff. After a few more of her bobbing strokes his breathing starts to become ragged and his control with it. His hips buck harder, his hands clench on her head. He hears her gag and manages to relax his hands allowing her to pull back. When, she stops with half his cock still in her mouth he deliberates pulls the rest of the way back. Her lips maintain their vacuum seal around him as he pulls free of them. "I'm so sorry." He apologises. "It was just felt so damn good and..." he tries to explain, looking down at her where she is kneeling in front of him. The broad smile left on her face after she slowly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, surprises him. "Sorry." He reiterates his sentiment as he helps her to her feet. She stumbles and presses against him. He holds her and slowly turns them and guides her until she is sitting on the bed. "It's okay, Greg. Your reaction was kind of gratifying." She tells him. She wiggles her toes and grimaces. "My feet went to sleep while the rest of me woke up." She jokes. "You know something? No other woman has done that before, ever." He informs her. "I'm not surprised. I thought that monster was going to choke me a time or two." She acknowledges. He kneels in front of her and takes each of her feet in turn and kneads life back into them, massaging them and she murmurs her enjoyment. TO BE CONTINUED