Happy Valentine's Day, Dear

Chapter Two--Happy Valentine's Day, Dear
by: MSCSIFANGSR aka Chauncey10
RATED: Mature, PWP
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I just play with them or rather I write them playing with each other.
BETA: Jellybean, of course.
A/N: Everyone who requested a little more to this story, well, I tried.
A/N 2: A shout out to 'Rolling Stone' magazine's current interview with Robert Downey, Jr. Something he said in the interview, sparked a renewed interest in finishing this. I borrowed, without permission, his now coined phase. Hope you like it, too.

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My bedroom was mostly dark as Grissom continued to brand me with kisses as we collided with the edge of my bed.

I smiled when I noticed that our joined shadows were casting about on the walls of the room. The harsh lighting from the unclosed curtains highlighted our movements making our bodies appear in caricature: our bodies stretched and entwined together sensuously in the veiled light.

Slowly as we sank onto the bed, he leaned down to kiss me and I could see the desire pooling like tiny stars in his beautiful blue eyes.

I felt his heart rate being to quicken beneath my fingertips as I steadfastly removed his shirt. I wrestled the black, button-up from his body with a skill unknown to me before we'd become a couple. The pads of my fingers caress the newly freed skin of his back while Gil's naked chest was so warm against me. I'm not exactly sure where he'd left his dinner jacket, but I really didn't care right this minute.

The heat from our lips sear us together. He closed his fingers into my hair and I slipped my arms around his neck, allowing the heat from his body to warm my slightly chilled one. He wrapped his arm around my waist, lifted me up hard against him. I felt the heft of his erection pressing insistently into my belly as he deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced and explored with enthusiasm.

"Sara..." he moaned against the shell of my ear as he played my body like a Stradivarius.

I still can't wrap my mind around our earlier amorous activities. I'd never known Grissom to be quite so public with his affections. I strongly suspect our waiter knew exactly what we were doing but thankfully we weren't likely to ever see him again. It had been so passionate, so glorious, and oh, so naughty.

I felt the heat radiating from Grissom's hands as he cleverly removed my clothes, leaving me naked and panting, wanting more and more. Without missing a beat, he removed his pants and then we were naked together and I gasped at the feel of his strong body against mine; his so masculine and hard, mine softly submitted to our passion.

Our hearts beat together as my breath quickened. I slowly ran my fingers through his short steel and brown hair as his firm hands ran down from the small of my back cupping my ass and suggestively pulling my body closer to his, grinding his erection forcefully into the juncture between my legs.

His kisses were scorching. And I was completely enthralled by him. The fire within me was raging and a hunger for this man to be inside me could not be extinguished until he and I become one. His lips touched the hot flesh of my neck and his pulse quickened and his erection twitched impatiently against my wetness.

My knees went a bit weak as his hands moved from the small of my back to the cheeks of my ass, then gripped each hip, probably leaving slight fingerprint bruises. I moaned softly when I felt his hardness pressing slowly, rapturously into me. The throbbing of his cock was matched to the pulsating rhythmic pounding between my legs.

I was so wet with desire.

Gil devoured my neck with an animal hunger I've never known from my normally extremely patient lover. His thrusts gentle, yet completely wild and unrestrained.

My breasts were jiggling with our rhythm, as my nipples scrape against his chest, erotically. Grissom's muscles flexed against me and his skin glistened as I watched his handsome face staring down at mine. There are no words, but he finds them:

"I love you."

The first waves of orgasm hit me.

Hard. Rapturous.

Beautiful. Mind-blowing.

Well, it wasn't the first orgasm I'd had that day, but the first since we'd danced our way into my bed, since returning from the restaurant. Boy, did I want to go there again sometime soon. Hopefully we'd get another waiter.

Gil's eyes blinked, amazed in his understated way, that he was the one who brought me to orgasm. And he would be the only person I wanted for the rest of my life. When he spoke again, his words touched me deeply.

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. --Lao Tzu."

Breathlessly I speak, "How is it that you know every quote and exactly the right moment to use it?"

He didn't stop pumping his nearly nine inches of manhood into me while he consisted his answer for a few passion filled moments. I felt close to slipping into oblivion again, when he answered: "Dumb luck?"

I smirked into his questioning gaze. I felt his cock twitch inside me as I intentionally tightened my vaginal muscles around his still turgid cock. Unable to contain himself any longer, he slowly nudged my legs further apart with his thighs and withdrew his dick with a flourish. The look on my face must have been reminiscent of taking candy away from a baby, because he chuckled, before slamming back inside me with an earth-shattering intensity. My breath hitched as he pulled completely out again, before crashing back into me. Gil repeated this maneuver ten times before he slowly slipped his fingers into my inner lips as moans of pleasure emitted from me in my pleasure-filled haze.

He slid his cock all the way inside me again, slowly caressing my clit as I quivered from his touch. Gil completely filled me and his thrusts had stopped as his fingers glided over my cunt. I am reflexively huntching against his fingers. I was on cloud nine. And Grissom was smiling down at me with a look of love unequaled in our long years of acquaintance.

"Are you having a 'Happy Valentine's Day', dear?"

I could not speak, I blinked once in response which illicits a mad, glorious thrust from him and before long, he was wildly moving inside me. A major orgasm overtook me as he released inside me. We cannot move for a few moments, content to lay in our own bodily fluids, gasping for breath. We automatically curled together as our bodies recover from our amorous activities. After several moments I hear Gil sigh.

"What?"

"Vaginal parfait."

I raised up on one elbow and looked down on his smirk. "Excuse me?"

He shifted his body until his lips were lightly kissing along my thigh as his finger again found and slowly caressed my pussy lips. As his mouth reached my suddenly pounding and throbbing, still moist pussy, he spread me wide with his fingers as the tip of his tongue encircled my clit. After several long hours or minutes or seconds later, I had no concept of time, he slid his tongue down and inside my pussy to taste my essence.

Gil pulled away for a moment, "Your sweet nectar, a veritable 'vaginal parfait'. I cannot live without you, darling. I need you with me for all time."

I felt the need to shout my love for him from the rooftops of all the casinos in Vegas, but I quelled that thought for now and a quiet, "Yes,” slipped from my mouth.

Then his tongue delved deeper into my pussy. Gil's dexterous fingers diligently rubbed my clit a little faster and harder as I tightened my muscles, cumming once again all over his tongue.

He gently cleaned my juices with his tongue, then raised up and slipped his body between my legs as the head of his cock rested at the opening to my pussy. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I tasted my own "vaginal parfait," as he had dubbed it, on his mouth and tongue. I could taste the essence of him mingled in my own as well. Wood, chemicals and puppy dog tails and completely and unequally, Gil Grissom.

I was totally surprised he was ready to go again. But then Gil always did have the stamina of a horse, but this time it felt different. His desire seemingly was ferocious and feral. And I could never get enough of him.

He slid his cock all the way into me again and I raised my hips to meet his.

A wicked scream of pleasure escaped my throat as we kiss, we moved together as the head of his cock hit the deepest depths of me, both of us driven to ecstasy, feeling as if we had become one with each thrust and tightening of muscles. I moaned and racked my nails across his back in sheer pleasure as he leaned down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking, nibbling it as we move together toward completion of our erotic dance.

Waves of orgasms washed over us and we came in an explosion together. I felt as if we were floating off on another cloud, then as the throbbing of his cock subsides, I slowly returned to Earth finding myself in the love of my life's arms. As he's slowly slipped himself from my pussy, we were laying on the bed as I kissed his chest, slowly moving downward to his awaiting cock as I licked our combined moisture from him.

I began to suck him into my mouth, but his hand stopped me.

“No more, my love...Pleasure overload,” he murmured as I slithered back up his body settling in the crook of his arm. I lay my head on his hairless chest and my hand caressed his gently sloped stomach. I heard him sigh again as we both smiled. “You were wonderful my love.”

I whispered back, “So were you, my love.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, dear.”

THE END—really it is, this time.