Sieze the Moment

TITLE: Seizing the Moment AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: CSI SHIP: Nick / Catherine RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six or Seven I'm not sure. UNIVERSE: As per cannon, well sort of obviously.. SYNOPSIS: After Nick's brush with death after being buried alive, he comes to some startling conclusions about his feeling for Catherine and decides to seize the moment and do something about them. 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. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER TWO They made out passionately, tongues and lips swirling and sliding together while their bodies pressed and ground against and into each other. Their hands eagerly explored each other over their clothes, no longer timid or hesitant. He caressed the warm mounds of her breasts, kneading them lightly and rolling the hard gumdrop of her nipple with his thumb through her dress feeling no bra beneath it. His lips left hers and he nuzzled at her neck, sucking, licking and nipping at her creamy, smooth skin. Her hair smelled faintly of honey and almonds creating an exotic mixture with her perfume and the scent of arousal that was rising around them. He groaned against her skin when she wormed her hand in between them and began stroking the length of the bulge in his pants with her warm, long-fingered hand. Leaving one hand to continue fondling her breast, he let the other roam freely, exploring her curves under the dress and the sumptuous skin along her arm and smooth, muscled thigh. He could feel his cock tighten and start to drool lubricant in little tensing bursts, which made the cotton of his boxers scrape, roughly against it's sensitive skin as Catherine's hand drove heat and pressure into it. She exhaled a heavy puff of air and murmured her satisfaction as he slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh and his fingers found her crotch and started rubbing her folds through the thin barrier of her panties. Her pussy was hot against his fingers through the damp textured material as he rubbed three of his fingers up and down between her legs. Their hands continued to pleasure each other's bodies for a while alternating between kissing and exploring what skin they could with their lips until with the urging of Catherine's hand pushing against his chest he created some separation between them and they looked at each other, breathless and bright eyed. "Why don't we go see how comfortable that big bed of yours is?" she suggested after a moment to catch her breath. He flashed her a grin and got to his feet, offering her his hand to help her up. He helped her to her feet, but didn't let go of her hand, enjoying the connection to her, as he led her to his bedroom. As, they entered the room, she hooked her free hand on the door frame, stopping their progress. He turned and looked at her in query. He saw her straight white teeth worry at the side of her full, lower lip for a moment, her eyes thoughtful. "Do you have a CD player or radio in here?" she asked him and he nodded an affirmative and she let him pull her the rest of the way into the room. He opened the large cabinet across from the foot of the bed to reveal a state-of-the-art home theatre system with CD racks on either side. "Will this do?" he asked. She looked at the system and figured out how to switch on the radio and with a smile she nodded. "Take off your shirt and sit there." She told him, pointing to a high backed chair against the wall, a little way away from the bed. He frowned at her and she made a little shooing motion with her hand as she started working through the radio channels, apparently looking for something specific. "Yes, Ma'm." he said with a slight shake of his head and did what she'd told him. He watched her kick off her shoes as she continued to fiddle with the radio and did the same, tossing them and his socks under the bed. She seems to find what she is looking for and a heavy, throbbing beat with a flowing rhythm and a sultry backbeat filled the room. She cursed softly in annoyance as the song faded to an end and the DJ started speaking. She kept searching. He had an idea of what she was planning and grinned as he watched her. His dick stirred in his pants, twitching and shifting as it tents the front of his trousers. He unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans and gave a soft sigh of relief at removing some of the pressure on his erection. With, a little exclamation of triumph she finds a song she wants, just starting and then turns to him, her hips slowly starting to sway to the beat. She raises an eyebrow as she notices his open pants, but her smiling lips tell him she doesn't really require any kind of explanation, so he shrugs and holds up his hands in a gesture to indicate he couldn't help himself. Her laugh is deep, throaty and possibly one of the sexiest sounds he has ever heard. Her swaying becomes more pronounced and with her eyes locked on his she began to dance. Something changed as she let her body moved to the music. It wasn't one specific thing, he could just see that the woman in front of him was not the Catherine Willows he or any of them knew. Her bearing, her features, everything suddenly screamed sexuality. She moved closer and he found him self licking suddenly dry lips and swallowing hard to wet his throat as she started to toy with the thin shoulder straps of dress, turning slowly with a rolling sway to her hips. With, her back to him she looked over her shoulder and then slid the strap off it. She repeated the process with the other strap and then gave him a slow wink, that made his dick twitch in his boxers with it's erotic promise. He shifted on the seat and then shifted his erection as even the light material of his underwear became too restrictive, leaving his cock, standing hard and erect from the fly of his boxers. He watched as she slowly, teasingly unzipped her dress, her back still to him, her eyes smoldering over her shoulder. Her gaze seemed to fondle his cock from a few feet away, making it bob and twitch as if straining to reach her. She licked her full lips, leaving them glistening wetly as she continued to move to the music. She spun quickly, her arms crossed in front of her, holding the dress in place. She worked her arms completely free of her arms, one at a time, still keeping herself covered with the dress, but presenting him with tantalizing little peeks at her cleavage and the sides of her breasts. Each move was deliberate seduction. The music, the room everything besides her faded into the background as he watched her strip for him. She let one half of the front of her dress slip free of her grasp, almost as if by accident, revealing her creamy breast with its dark brown nipple, standing erect and proud, pointing slightly upward on the mushroom cap of her slightly lighter areola. She turned coyly away from him with a look of feigned embarrassment that made the raw desire in her eyes look eve more intense by comparison. She teased him, revealing first one breast then the other, her hips and body keeping up its sensuous writhing, filling his mind with the speculations of what she would feel like under or on top of him. He doesn't quite remember how, but when she tires of the game and lets the dress slide down her dancing form to create a floral puddle around her feet and leave her in a only a pair of high cut, pale rose lace panties, his fist is around his cock. She gives him a stern look, fire blazing in her eyes and lifts a single finger and waggles it slowly in warning. "No touching, Nick. Not even yourself. House rules... My rules." She informs him, steel wrapped in her velvet of her sultry voice as she sways back and forth, her other hand wrapped around the bedpost furthest from him using it as pivot. He is mesmerized by her movements, as her breasts sway slightly, full, perfect and inviting and her mass of blonde curls form a slowly swirling halo about her head. He feels his cock jerk in his fist ad feels a thick dollop of lube ooze from his slit, quickly followed by another. Her stern looks becomes even more disapproving and he finally finds the where-with-all to take his hand from around his cock and taking deep, steadying breath, he lets both of them fall to his sides and away from temptation. The smile she flashes him is roguish and at the same time bright, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. He admires her beautiful body, burning her smooth curves and shapely, toned form into his mind. She is absolutely gorgeous and his mind boggles at what she must have been like when she was younger and had been doing this as a profession. She hadn't been kidding about how good she was, there wouldn't have been a dry seat in the house, his cock was literally drooling. She transferred herself from the one bedpost to the one nearest him in one graceful move. She was now close enough for him to touch, all he had to do was reach forward and she would be in his ands. His hands involuntarily rose, but froze when she captured his eyes and slowly slid the tip of her thumb between her lips and shook her head. He groaned her name and let his hands fall once again, limply at his sides. She used her tongue and teeth to toy with her thumb as she slid it, with a slight twisting motion, in and out of her mouth. At, the same time, she transferred her weight to one foot and her grip on the round bedpost and performed a bump and grind routine that placed her firm shapely ass only inches from him and made his balls tighten causing him to seek out and grip the back legs of the chair he sat on in order to stop from reaching for her. He had never wanted to be a bedpost that badly in his life before. Nick found himself breathing heavily, nearly panting as he watched her sexy performance, his passion and growing need warring with his desire to obey her commands. He felt the wood of the chair leg bite into his palm and creak ominously as his grip tightened and he gritted his teeth. The air in the room felt cold on his skin in comparison to the hot, throbbing of his drooling shaft. His nostrils flared as he caught a tantalizing whiff of exotic, spicy female arousal and he leaned forward to inhale deeply. The song seemed to be coming to an end when she let go of the bedpost and lay both her hands on his knees. The touch was electric, causing him to jump slightly as anticipation and reality merged. Her strong, long, slim fingers kneaded his thighs, just behind his knees as she leaned forward, still swaying and then sliding forward, her grey eyes sparkling as they remained locked with his, now only an inch and a half apart. She whipped her head from side to side, brushing her honey-scented hair across his face and then down his chest. And, when the song ended, she was kneeling between his legs. She threw her head back and her hair out of her face to look at him, breathing heavily, but with a triumphant grin on her face and a challenge in her eyes his cock between them. "Wow!" was all he could muster in an awed voice. "You did ask, after all." She told him smugly. "That I did." He confirmed and they both grinned. The maintained eye contact for a few more moments and then her eye flicked suggestively downward and then back to his before the tip of her pink tongue piqued out to lick her full lower lip. He watched her watch him take a deep breath and slowly let it out before lowering her head. He hissed her name in reverence as her lips and hot, wet mouth surrounded his dickhead and slowly slid down his length. He tensed against the chair as her sucking lips and swirling tongue produced tingling friction on his sensitive throbbing member and causing sizzling bolts of pleasure to snake up his spine. He felt the tip of his penis press against the opening of her throat and she backed up, bobbing her head up and down on just a little more than half his length with tight, wet suction. Her hair fell forward, obscuring the beautiful view of her oral skill and he finally let go of the chair to gather and hold her hair away from her face so that he could see the erotic sight of his shaft disappearing into her mouth to augment the stimulation of feeling her mouth around him. Her hair felt incredibly soft against his fingers as he massages her scalp. Her palms run warmly up along the top of his thighs and then her fingernails drag back down as she lifts her head to nurse and lap gently at the pointed helmet of his dickhead. She returned to bobbing her head, sucking as much of his cock as her mouth would hold, adjusting her pace to accommodate his slowly bucking hips. She lets his dick pop free of her mouth and then lightly kisses the tip. She looks up at him and her eyes are bright with desire. She takes a deep breath and then lowers her head again, and this time when he presses against the entrance to her throat she doesn't stop, but keeps bearing down until his cock slide into the tight, wet confines of her throat. Her lips continue their journey down his shaft until she buries her nose in his pubes. She swallows and her throat ripples around his cock with waves of pressure that translate into surges of pleasure that makes his back tighten and his balls boil. Nick can't quite stop his hips from thrusting, but she manages to anticipate him. He groans and hisses as he clenches his teeth as he fights the intense enjoyment to retain his composure and stop him self from blowing his load down her massaging throat. She holds him there, his entire length surrounded by the warm, wet heaven of her mouth and pulsing against the tight, slick grip of her throat for a few more moments before she lifts her head and drags her lips slowly, still sucking, back up to the head of his cock and releases him. She drags in a loud, heavy breath and makes a sultry sound of satisfaction before licking her lips, breaking the thin, clear cord of saliva and lube that had still connected her mouth to his penis. She starts to lower her head again, but he stops her, letting go of her hair to lightly grip her cheeks. He isn't sure he could withstand another of her exquisite oral assaults and needs a little time to get himself under better control, besides he had an overpowering urge to explore her body with his ands and mouth and return the favour. He drew her to her feet as he stood as well and then pulled her face to his to capture her lips. He kissed hungrily, demandingly plundering her mouth with his tongue, The taste of the wine they had shared earlier was once again slightly altered, dimmed by time and changed by his own lube and he didn't care as he explores and tasted her thoroughly. His hands slid from her cheeks to wind into the thick wealth of her wheat coloured hair. She felt her hands slide warmly down his back until her finger snaked their way under the top of his jeans, pushing them off his hips to slide down his legs until he could step out of them. He freed his hands from her hair as they shared the kiss a bit more evenly until he could wrap his arms around her. She gave a little surprised yelp into his mouth as he scooped her off her feet and she broke the kiss chuckling breathlessly as he carried her the very short distance to his bed and gently lay her across it. TO BE CONTINUED