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The Breaking Point
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
8,908
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Am I Glad to See You
Chapter Three: Am I Glad to See You
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Sara and Gil dragged each other naked into his bedroom having discarded their clothes along the way. Grissom was already quite hard and erect. The foreplay by the kitchen counter and the living room couch and against the wall opposite the bedroom had been quite intense. She wanted Grissom now. Hard and fast. To hell with tantric. She knew that slow and easy could come later. She couldn’t wait; not 1 more second. It had been a very long week.
She wanted to fuck Grissom right through the mattress and right through the box springs. Right down into the basement bug room. And they said men wanted “quickies”. She wanted for once to ride him so hard all night long that he would call in sick in the morning and not the other way around. Usually, she was the one who was too sore too move. But he was always so gentle and considerate afterwards. And the gentle cuddling in the Jacuzzi and on the couch afterwards were always wonderful. And the meals he would cook and the deserts. But just once she would like him to on the receiving end.
Gil pushed her gently down onto the bed. He stepped back, as he always did to admire her form. Sara inwardly gasped as she always did when she saw him, his naked form in all his glory. She had always loved his body. Sara had fantasized about it from that first lecture at Harvard. She had lusted after it when she had come to work for Grissom five years. The first time they had finally been intimate; reality surpassed her dreams. She had despaired during the dark days; but now she reveled in him. The reality of him was her greatest treasure. And now as aroused as he was there was one particularly prominent appendage.
To say Grissom was well endowed was … well… When fully flaccid he was well over 7” inches long. But it wasn’t the length that was so noticeable but the thickness of his cock that was striking. Flaccid he was almost 5 inches in girth. The skin on his member had always felt soft like suede even when fully erect. There were no moles or stray hairs, the veins were not overly prominent.
His pubic hair was also incredibly soft and deep dark brown. His balls were hairy but not overly and were heavy, more than a handful. When fully aroused and erect as he was now his length was just less than 9” and his girth increased to nearly 6”. Sara gloried in holding his sac or his member in her hands. It was an addiction to her. She gloried in it flaccid, semi-erect or erect. She could almost never keep her hands off of it when he was naked. When they were alone together in public, she had embarrassed him more than once by trying to grab it or entice it to life.
But that was an obvious attraction; what any woman would notice. She was attracted to the light golden hue of his skin. That incredibly male Grissom aroma. The strong muscular forearms, the broad chest, the well muscled back, that adorable tush, the big yet delicate and graceful, gentle hands. The strong muscular tongue. Oh God. She almost orgasmed thinking about that tongue and those hands. His deep blue eyes, the wrinkle lines around his eyes.
Most of all to his mind. She was attracted to the sheer breathe of his knowledge. To his deep insights, to those ah ha moments. To the weird arcane experiments that solved cases and exasperated those who had to share a refrigerator with him. To his compassion and to the deep passions he kept hidden from the world. To his innate sense of justice and fair play. To the political tone deafness that brooked no compromise; to follow the evidence regardless where it led. To the fact that he would admit he when he was wrong; to his dedication to get to right. To admit he when he was confused; after all that was the best place for a scientist to be. But now she always winced inwardly which she saw the long scar on his left thigh. She was reminded in that instant how transient life could be.
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Sara and Gil dragged each other naked into his bedroom having discarded their clothes along the way. Grissom was already quite hard and erect. The foreplay by the kitchen counter and the living room couch and against the wall opposite the bedroom had been quite intense. She wanted Grissom now. Hard and fast. To hell with tantric. She knew that slow and easy could come later. She couldn’t wait; not 1 more second. It had been a very long week.
She wanted to fuck Grissom right through the mattress and right through the box springs. Right down into the basement bug room. And they said men wanted “quickies”. She wanted for once to ride him so hard all night long that he would call in sick in the morning and not the other way around. Usually, she was the one who was too sore too move. But he was always so gentle and considerate afterwards. And the gentle cuddling in the Jacuzzi and on the couch afterwards were always wonderful. And the meals he would cook and the deserts. But just once she would like him to on the receiving end.
Gil pushed her gently down onto the bed. He stepped back, as he always did to admire her form. Sara inwardly gasped as she always did when she saw him, his naked form in all his glory. She had always loved his body. Sara had fantasized about it from that first lecture at Harvard. She had lusted after it when she had come to work for Grissom five years. The first time they had finally been intimate; reality surpassed her dreams. She had despaired during the dark days; but now she reveled in him. The reality of him was her greatest treasure. And now as aroused as he was there was one particularly prominent appendage.
To say Grissom was well endowed was … well… When fully flaccid he was well over 7” inches long. But it wasn’t the length that was so noticeable but the thickness of his cock that was striking. Flaccid he was almost 5 inches in girth. The skin on his member had always felt soft like suede even when fully erect. There were no moles or stray hairs, the veins were not overly prominent.
His pubic hair was also incredibly soft and deep dark brown. His balls were hairy but not overly and were heavy, more than a handful. When fully aroused and erect as he was now his length was just less than 9” and his girth increased to nearly 6”. Sara gloried in holding his sac or his member in her hands. It was an addiction to her. She gloried in it flaccid, semi-erect or erect. She could almost never keep her hands off of it when he was naked. When they were alone together in public, she had embarrassed him more than once by trying to grab it or entice it to life.
But that was an obvious attraction; what any woman would notice. She was attracted to the light golden hue of his skin. That incredibly male Grissom aroma. The strong muscular forearms, the broad chest, the well muscled back, that adorable tush, the big yet delicate and graceful, gentle hands. The strong muscular tongue. Oh God. She almost orgasmed thinking about that tongue and those hands. His deep blue eyes, the wrinkle lines around his eyes.
Most of all to his mind. She was attracted to the sheer breathe of his knowledge. To his deep insights, to those ah ha moments. To the weird arcane experiments that solved cases and exasperated those who had to share a refrigerator with him. To his compassion and to the deep passions he kept hidden from the world. To his innate sense of justice and fair play. To the political tone deafness that brooked no compromise; to follow the evidence regardless where it led. To the fact that he would admit he when he was wrong; to his dedication to get to right. To admit he when he was confused; after all that was the best place for a scientist to be. But now she always winced inwardly which she saw the long scar on his left thigh. She was reminded in that instant how transient life could be.