Why didn't we do that before?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not CSI: Miami, nor the characters. If I did, I guess the stories would be quite different :oP

Thanks to Newbie, my precious little Beta-reader who enjoys this kind of fics a little too much and was a real inspiration ;o)

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“So this is what your bedroom looks like?” He took in the canopied white bed and the southern-style furniture. She smiled and pulled him by the hand. She opened the door of the en-suite bathroom and led him in. He looked at her, puzzled by the sudden change of direction.

“We’re sticky, I don’t like sticky.” She smiled sweetly and made him sit on the bathtub. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she moved between his legs. He smiled back and softly kissed her collarbone.

“I could help clean up.” He offered, nibbling the sensitive skin of her throat. She let out a sigh and slightly bent her head to give him better access. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her towards him. She chuckled, pushing her fingers through his hair.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind for now...” Her comment made him pull back and look at her questioningly. “I was thinking about something quick.”

“I don’t mind something quick.” He rose his eyebrows and his smile widened.

“Believe me, you’ll need your energy for the next round.” She kissed his lips quickly and escaped his embrace. She took a washcloth and soaked it with warm water and vanilla scented soap. Eric extended his hand.

“Let me...” She smiled at his offer and complied. She moved closer and he kissed her stomach. Her hands hooked behind his neck, her eyes closing at the contact of his tongue on her heated skin. She felt the warm washcloth on her knee. It slowly moved upwards, washing away the traces of their previous encounter. She gasped as his mouth closed on her nipple. Her fingers trailed through his hair, pulling him closer. The cloth reached her crotch and she held her breath when she felt the pressure increase against her clit. His teeth gently nibbled her breast, before his tongue washed away the hurt. His hand had started a steady movement between her legs. He smiled against her skin, as her breathing became more labored. She was beautiful, with her head slightly bent backwards and her eyes closed. She seemed lost to the world. He gave her other breast a reverent kiss and let the cloth fall to the floor. He licked his way to her navel while his fingers pressed softly against her cleft. He craved to taste her. He went down on his knees and pressed his tongue against her soft curls. Her fingers tensed in his hair. His hands went to her buttocks to keep her in place, as he laved her bud. She let out a throaty laugh. Her hands went to his and she pushed them away.

“That’s not the plan, Mr. Delko.” She smiled as he licked his lips.

“Too bad, I liked that.” He stood up and took her in his arms, letting her feel the effect she had on him. She giggled and escaped him again.

“You will love what I have in mind.” She teasingly added. She took the washcloth and washed his straining member. He closed his eyes at the gentle caress, but it was over too soon.

“You’re cruel.” She took his hand and led him back to her bedroom.

“You have no idea how much.” She answered with a smile and pushed him on the bed. He looked at the canopy above them and was about to comment.

“You can admire that later.” She kissed him lightly, forcing him to move to the head of the bed. “I have more interesting things to do than discuss furniture with you.”

“So you only brought me here to have your wicked ways with me. I’m not sure, whether I should be hurt or flattered by that?” She straddled his belly and leaned forward to kiss him. Instantly his hands came to cradle her face.

“Well it’s time to thoroughly thank you for your nice performance. It was very appreciated.” She took his hands and pinned them next to his head. “But this time, I lead the dance. I decide what you’re allowed to do.”

“Wow, okay.” He told her with a smile. “But touching is allowed?”

“Maybe not.” She left him for a second and came back with what looked like scarves.

“No, no, that’s not fair.” She straddled him again, playing with the fabric.

“Don’t be a spoilsport.” She added as she settled herself firmly on him, letting him feel the wetness between her legs. Eric gulped at the feeling. “Okay, I’ll give you the choice between having your hands tied or being blindfolded. I give you 30 seconds to decide. After that, I’ll take the decision.” She caressed him with the soft silk and he held his breath, barely able to concentrate. “So time’s almost up. Have you made up your mind?”

“That’s not fair. I want to see you... and I want to touch you.” He answered.

“Well you can’t have both.” She softly giggled. “I gave in into one of your fantasies. You have to do the same.” He smiled at her answer.

“I never said that taking you against a wall was a fantasy of mine.” She rose an eyebrow. “So okay, maybe it was. But did you just admit that you have fantasies about me?”

“Of course, who hasn’t? Well your time is up and I get to choose.” With a wicked smile, she took his left hand and moving forward, she tied his wrist to the bedpost. The view he had of her breasts, while she was lost in her task, send a shiver down his spine. He felt himself swell further, just looking at her chest. She kissed him deeply before reaching for his other wrist and tying it securely with the second scarf. She straightened again and freed her hair from the bow that had secured it at her nape. She ruffled the blond strands and teasingly looked down at him

“Oh, that’s not fair, Calleigh.” He had imagined a thousand time, how her hair would feel on his heated body, but suddenly that didn’t seem like a good idea. She dipped her head and let her mane caress his chest. His closed his eyes at the soft contact and wondered what kind of damage the soft silk scarves could do to his wrists.

“Who said I was fair? Don’t forget to breath, Eric. If you faint, I don’t want it to be from lack of oxygen.” She licked his right nipple and softly blew on it. His body tensed and he closed his eyes. She caressed him with her hands and hair as she moved to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

“Kiss me.” He pleaded. She just shook her head.

“Not just yet.” With those words, she stood up. Worried, he gazed after her as she left the room with a smile.

“Calleigh?” She walked back in with a bottle in her hand. “What is that?”

“Massage oil. You’re a little tense, a little massage will do you good.”

“I hate to say that, but I don’t think that will make me any less tense...”

“Good...” She smiled and he let himself fall back on the pillow with a laugh. He felt her hands on his feet as she slowly massaged them, working from his toes to his calves. She knitted his knees and moved to his thighs, caressing him, inexorably moving upward. His erection twitched in anticipation. But she ignored that part of him and resolutely went back to massaging his calves.

“That’s torture, Cal.”

“Anticipation makes only things better. You want that.” With both hands, she trailed from his knees to his hips, still ignoring his arousal. On all fours, she slowly poured the cold oil in his navel. He hissed and moved his hips to find a more comfortable position.

“Is it a little too much?” She teased him. Sitting next to him, she let her hair fall like a curtain on his stomach. He couldn’t see what she was doing and it added to his excitement. He felt her work the oil from his abs to his hips, once again avoiding his straining member. He parted his legs to ease his discomfort. Her hands went on with their massage. When she finally moved between his legs, his breath caught in his throat. She poured more oil in her hand and straightened. He could only see her back. She rested one hand on his belly and let the other trail from his shaft to his testicles. She closed her fingers around his erection and slowly worked her hand up and down. Too soon she stopped and Eric let out a moan of frustration. She giggled and reached for his swollen sacks and gently squeezed them. She suddenly stopped her caress and sat up after giving his navel a tender lick.

“We don’t want it to be over too quickly, do we?” She positioned herself on top of him.

His hips rose and she straddled his stomach. He could feel her heat burning his sensitized skin. He closed his eyes willing himself to control his desire. She poured the oil on his chest and from her position massaged him, slowly moving from his stomach to his collarbone. When she reached his nipples, she grazed them with her nails. Eric bit his lips and moaned low.

“I guess you were right, you’re still terribly tense...”

“No kidding...”

She slowly poured the liquid in her palm and put the bottle away with a smile. She rubbed her hands slowly one against the other. Mesmerized, Eric wondered what she was planning next. She closed her eyes and slowly let her hands roam over her straining breasts, playing with her distended nipples. One hand trailed down her stomach reaching her blond curls. The other played a little longer with her perfect breasts, before caressing her throat. Eric felt her growing wetness against his skin and he clenched his teeth. She was moving her hips up and down on him. He wondered how long she was planning to go on with this torture. He was hypnotized by her hands, wishing his were caressing her that way. She opened her eyes and smiled wickedly at him and bent down to kiss him. Their hungry mouths met, Eric pulled at his retraints as she escaped once more. Calleigh shifted higher, giving him access to her breasts. With a growl, he sucked at one, biting her in punishment. Her chuckle sounded like a hiss and she offered him her other nipple. He hungrily latched at it, sending shivers down her spine.

“Untie me.” He demanded. He went on lapping and laving the pink aureola. He wanted her to relinquish the control. But she moved back.

“Not now.” She smiled at him and shifted her weight, her hair caressing his chest. He watched as she moved her perky breasts out of his reach. He went rigid when he felt her wet opening touch his erection. His breath caught in his throat. He was rigid with the control he imposed on himself. She was the devil and she was probably going to kill him. He smiled at the thought, pondering there were probably worse deaths than that at her hands. She went on her knees and she started to rub her hand against her clit and her wet crotch. He was entranced by the sight. She plunged two fingers in her opening and both sighed as she did so. She settled above him and took his hard arousal in her hand, coating it with her fluids. Their eyes met as she slowly impaled herself on him, taking him in deep. But then unexpectedly, she stopped at mid movement. She bit her lips. Eric looked down where their bodies were intimately joined and he willed himself not to come right away. She was so wet, hot and felt even tighter than just before.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall on the pillow. Slowly breathing in, he tried to regain control over his body. He fought the urge to thrust hard upwards to impale her to the hilt. Her knees pressed against his hips, as the tension eased, he felt her take him in completely. She let out a soft gasp. Eric felt sweat pearl on his brow. They both remained completely still for what seemed an eternity. Calleigh shifted her hips and slowly started the dance. The tension in his body was almost unbearable. He wanted it to be good for her, but knew that he was already close to release. He closed his eyes and thrust hard at her. She gave out a little cry and the sound encouraged him to quicken his movements. She bit her lips. The sensation was almost too intense. Pleasure and pain were tightly mingled. She smiled at herself. She had played with fire too long for their own good. Release was close but she seemed unable to achieve it in their present position. She rubbed her nub, as she rocked against Eric. She shifted her position on him and suddenly his thrusts hit the perfect spot. She sighed and she felt bliss wash over her. Her muscles clenched around his shaft, milking him. He closed his eyes and prayed once more for control. Her pace slowed and she let herself fall on his chest. She was rhythmically tightening around his still engorged shaft. She lifted her head and their mouths met again. Their tongues meshed and he thrust forcefully in her. She moaned low.

Looking at his restrained hands, she suddenly wanted him to take control. Calleigh lunged forward and finally released him. With a groan of victory, his hands went to her breasts as he sat up. The change of position made her cry out, as it sent him deeper. He moved one hand to her hip and the other to her neck. He shifted her so that she was slightly bent backwards. His thrusts were harder, his hand guiding her and setting the maddening rhythm. She hooked her legs around his waist. Slowly with each push, he lay her on the bed. He sank into her more forcefully. He felt her nails leaving red marks on his back, but he didn’t really care. She seemed lost in the sensations he was creating in her and he loved the idea. She always loved to control every tiny aspect of her life, but at this very moment with her eyes closed, she was lost in their lovemaking. She was relinquishing control and it gave him a kick. She bucked wildly under him, her legs moved higher to allow him better access to her core. The tension building in them was reaching a new level. She jerked upward as she felt a climax wash over her once more. She sank her teeth in his shoulder, as the spasms rocked her body, shattering her to pieces. The sharp pain of her teeth pushed Eric over the edge. He shuddered in her arms as he came and they rode the waves together. Calleigh fell back on the bed and Eric followed, half crushing her. She smiled and let her fingers play with his hair. They were both reluctant to break contact as they fought to catch their breath. After a while, Eric shifted and rolled them over. His hand lazily roamed over her back, happy with their current position. She opened her eyes and saw the purple mark she had left on him.

“Oh poor you...” She licked the little wound and kissed it better.

“What?” He wondered half asleep.

“I think that you might get embarrassing comments at work.” He looked at her questioningly. “Let’s say you have a very obvious bite mark on your shoulder.” He rose an eyebrow at her. “You’re the only one to blame. I’ve never bitten anyone before. You’re too good for your own good.” He chuckled at her defensive tone.

“I don’t think I have ever been bitten before. I guess we must be too good together.” He cupped her face and kissed her. She took his hand and frowned. “What?”

“Well I think the scarves also left a mark on your wrists.” She pouted and he smiled at the expression on her face.

“I guess it’s not the right time to mention the fact that you probably sliced my back with your nails.”

“Oh no...”

“Come on, don’t pretend. You love every single mark you left on me.” She sighed and sank back in his embrace, his arms tightening around her.

“You know me too well.” She smiled and they drifted off to sleep.