Memorable

TITLE: Memorable AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 of 3 FANDOM: CSI SHIP: Greg / Sara RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six or Seven IÕm 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 theyÕve 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. Sorry for being so tardy in completing this story, I was having some trouble with getting into writing this final chapter. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. Ð midknight_tales@yahoo.com Chapter 3 She can feel his eyes studying her and it feels like a heated caress across her skin. His hands move from her feet to testing the muscles of her calves and shins. Sara smiles to herself, grateful that she had shaved her legs earlier that morning. His hands are warm and firm as they apply pressure to her flesh. Greg is taking slow, deep breaths to bring himself back under control. The feel of her smooth skin and the sumptuous, toned muscles underneath arenÕt exactly helping, but he couldnÕt stop touching her if he tried. His hands work their way up her legs and he runs the back of his fingers along the creamy skin of her inner thigh. He allows his lips to follow his fingers and he kisses her inner thigh. He swirls his tongue on her skin and as he goes higher he tastes more than her skin. He looks up at her, smiling and licks his lips. She smiles back. ÒWhat can I say? IÕm enjoying myself.Ó She explains playfully and then groans as he buries his head in her crotch without comment. The term Òtoe-curlingÓ flashed through her mind as he lapped at her and then latched onto her clit with sucking lips and a flicking, swirling tongue. Her hands find his head. His short hair scraped across her fingers, tickling them as she massages his scalp and guides his attentions where she wants them, not that he needs much guidance. She never would have pegged Greg as the attentive type, but he definitely seems to know his way around. He probes her with his tongue, digging deep between her folds and into her slit to collect her freely flowing juices and drawing them up to her clit. He doesnÕt just suck and lick at the exposed sensitive bundle of nerves, but also uses his teeth and lips to apply pressure to the sheath behind it causing pleasure to cascade through her in building waves of intensity. She can feel her stomach muscles shudder, tensing and relaxing in quick succession as he repeats the process again and again at a steady, unwavering pace. Her cream flows onto his tongue and into his mouth and he savors her exotic flavor and her spicy aroma of arousal surrounds him as he delves into her wet, swollen folds. He probes her, collecting her sweet nectar on his tongue and drawing it upwards to the exposed pearl of her clit. He gauges her reactions as he sucks and flicks the sensitive little nub, noting the way her hips rock or buck, or how her fingers dig into his scalp where they are massaging it in time to his licking, swirling tongue. He applies, light scraping pressure with his teeth and lips on the ridge of her sheath, just behind her clit and she backs hard into his mouth. He finds a steady pace and he can feel vibrations pressing against his sucking lips as her stomach muscles shudder. He can feel her taut stomach muscles tense and relax under his hand as he slides one from the top of her thigh onto her slightly ridged belly and then higher. His hand finds her breast and he weighs it in his palm. He lets his fingers test the firm, but pliant flesh. She is a perfect handful and he caresses the smooth globe. His thumb finds the marginally rougher, slightly raised disc of her areola and then the hard pebble of her nipple, which he flicks slowly back and forth. She moans, but her soft thighs muffle the sound as they lightly press against his ears as he continues to collect her free-flowing nectar and to lovingly assault her clit. When his hand finds her breast, the added stimulation is almost too much for her. Her sex clutches against itself forcing her cream out into his hungry mouth and her hips roll and undulate against his mouth. The glowing heat of her impending orgasm flares in her belly pushing her that much closer to the melting point where she will have no choice, but to surrender to pleasure. Her butt clenches and her shoulder blades dig into the bed below her. She is breathing heavily through her nose, dragging in lungfuls of air and then slowly exhaling, with a steady rhythm as she martialÕs her will and, groaning his name she pushed his head away from her sex. The abrupt loss of contact and the source of her pleasure is a near painful experience, but as wonderful as his mouth had felt, that wasnÕt what she wanted, why she had agreed to this. Ever since she had seen him in that shower, there had been one thing on her mind, whether consciously or subconsciously she needed to know what he would feel like inside her. He tastes a fresh flood of her juices and savours its exotic as slides over his tongue and down his throat. He feels her body tense, her pussy grinding against his mouth as she undulates against him. He can feel her thighs quivering against his cheeks and ears and he sucks harder and delves deeper with his tongue. He can feel she is close, her juices have increased to the point of over flow, and heat radiates from her clenching sex. He hears and feels a change in her breathing and then her hands on his head that had been pressing him firmly to her, reverse their direction and pushes him away. Her thighs part in time for him to hear her groan his name and he acquiesces to her demand, gently lowering her legs from his shoulders. ÒCome here.Ó She tells him her hands on his cheeks. She pulls him up onto the bed, moving backward and repositioning them until she is lying in the middle of the bed with him between her legs, hovering above her, braced on his hands. His face is only inches away from hers. ÒI thought you were enjoying that?Ó he asks. ÒI wasÉ I really was, but that wasnÕt what I brought you here for.Ó She informs him. Sara takes her hands from his cheeks and they come away wet. She tests the slipperiness of her juices by rubbing her thumb across her fingertips before sucking her fingers clean. ÒDamn thatÕs hot.Ó He comments licking his lips to collect the last of her sex cream. ÒSo why did you bring me here?Ó He asks, his voice low and suggestive. She reaches between them and wraps her fingers around his thick girth. ÒI want to know what this,Ó she squeezes his shaft, Òwill feel like inside me.Ó She answers him and guides the fat, pointed head of his cock between her engorged lips and into her slit. She finds her entrance and he slowly starts to push forward. She spreads her legs further and her breath hitches and she gasps as his head pops into her, already starting to stretch her. Her hands shift to his shoulders and then hesitates as he continues to apply pressure and more of his thick, long shaft slides into her and she is grateful for her own wetness as it lubricates his passage. His eyes lock with hers, holding her gaze and pinning her to the moment. His movement into her is slow, but steady, allowing her body to adjust to itÕs wide invader. Pleasure and discomfort mix as her sex resists him, clenching, in an attempt to keep him at bay and failing, allowing his long shaft to create pleasurable friction as it presses through her intimate flesh. She drops her hands back to the coverlet on her bed and she collects handfuls of the material in clenching fingers as he fills her. Greg can hear the desire in her voice and is more than ready to fulfill her wish. Her hand wrapped around his cock is a delightfully warm pressure. Her slit is hot, smooth and wet as she slides his head through them. Her fascination with his size is nothing new for him, woman often were, but her honesty about it is refreshing. He pushes forward slowly, feeling her heat surround him. He kept his pressure, slow and steady and he hears her breath hitch and gasp as her sex wraps snugly around the flare of his dick head. He grits his teeth as he slowly pushes into her tight flesh. Her sex resists him, her hot, moist channel gripping his shaft, but it is unable to stall his forward momentum. Her hands reach for him, but she then drops them to the coverlet beneath them. He watches her fingers grasp handfuls of the material, her knuckles going white with the strength of her grip. He can see pleasure and a little discomfort on her features as he continues to fill and stretch her and he captures her eyes with his. The slight tightening at the corners of her eyes fades as he projects his desire and care for her through the connection of their linked eyes. Her heat and pressure creates delicious friction around his shaft as he slides into her tight, clenching channel. He feels her hips rise slowly as she shifts to accommodate his length and girth. Her back arches slightly, pressing her breasts softly into his chest. The hard pebbles of her nipples leave hot little trails as they scrape across his hard chest. He exhales slowly, trying to maintain his control as the pleasure of entering her causes his balls to churn with the need for release. He finally stops his forward thrust when his head bumps against her cervix. Sara feels her hips rise, without her conscious thought to change the angle of his entry and to accommodate him better. The small of her back tightens, making her back arch slightly, pressing her breasts into his chest. Her hard nipples press back into the firm globes of her breasts as flatten against his chest. The little nubs tingle as they scrape hotly against his chest with his movement over her. She can see the fight for control in his eyes, along with his desire and his care for her. Her lips are dry from breathing through her mouth and she licks her lips to wet them. Her eyes widen a bit when he presses against her cervix and stops. His hips havenÕt met hers and she knows he is not all the way inside her. She can feel him throbbing against the hard grip of her tight pussy. She wanted to know what he would feel like inside her, all of him inside her. She lets go of the coverlet and reaches for his buttocks. She grips his cheeks, testing the firm flesh with her fingers and then urges him forward. He lowers himself from his hands to his forearms, sliding his hands between her arms and her body to hook around her shoulders. His new position makes the connection between their bodies firmer, pressing his torso harder against hers and his chest flatten her breasts further adding heat and pressure over her breasts causing sparks of pleasure to radiate into her chest. Her teeth trap her lower lip behind them, not quite stifling a cry and air hisses through her nose as she exhales heavily as his cock passes through her cervix and into her womb. She hears him grunt and finally his pubic bone meets hers. Greg feels her hands reach for his ass and the ten fiery points of her fingers test the hard slabs of muscles. Her hands and her arms tighten and she urges him forward. He drops onto his forearms and slides his hands under her back, hooks them around her shoulders. He lets more of his weight rest on her, solidifying the connection between their bodies. Their skin slides together, lubricated by a thin film of sweat. The muscles of her firm stomach shudder against his and the globes of her breasts are warm pillows as they flatten against his chest. Her nipples are hot points that scrape across his chest as he thrusts forward. The tight ring of her cervix, resists him and he tightens his grip on her shoulder pulling her toward him, even as she clutches at his ass pulling him into her. He can see her pearly white teeth pin her kiss swollen lower lip behind them, barely stifling a cry as he pushes into her womb. He grunts with the tight pressure that surrounds his cock. Their hips move together and finally their pubic bones meet leaving him fully inside her. They stay still, panting, as they both need time for their bodies to adjust and acclimatize. The very act of breathing tightens her around him and makes his shaft throb inside her. Their eyes have remained linked the entire time and they can both see a certain amount of shock and surprise in their wide-open orbs at what they have succeeded in doing. He lowers his head and they kiss softly, intimately and she shifts her hands from his buttocks to wrap around his neck. He breaks their kiss. ÒYou okay?Ó he asks simply and she smiles nodding her answer. Any discomfort she had felt from his size has faded and her anticipation for what is to come is growing. She lefts her fingers play with his neck and hair. They both groan as he slowly pulls back. He sex clenches and she can feel her juices increase inside her, further lubricating his withdrawal. He doesnÕt pull back too far before thrusting in again. His thrust is not quite smooth as the tight ring of her cervix still resists him and she grimaces slightly with discomfort. He is a little more careful and slower the next time, also pulling a little further back, making his stroke longer. Her body adjusts and she starts to undulate beneath him as his strokes increase in length and speed. The friction heats her sex as their bodies meet with a wet slap, again and again and again and again. They finally break eye contact as they both throw their heads back, both making sounds of pleasure over their heavy breathing. Their hands clutch at each other, urging each other on when words start to fail as he pounds into her. Sara has never been so completely filled in her life. No matter how much she feels her sex adjust to his thick girth and towering length, she is surprised at the stretching friction every time he buries himself inside her. Each stroke stokes the furnace inside her belly, making it hotter. Her cream flows thickly and freely but instead of cooling her it seems to intensify the heat inside her. Pleasure fills her senses as thoroughly as his penis fills her snatch. Her skin is alive with sensation and electricity snakes its way up her spine making her arch into him as they writhe together with erotic intent. With, her head thrown back the headboard shifts and rocks before her eyes and all she can hear is the creak of the bed, the lusty sounds of their passion and the ragged hiss of their breathing. The smell of sex surrounds her like an exotic perfume. Her orgasm is a wild, living thing, growing and clawing at her belly as it feeds on her pleasure when their pubic bones meet, mashing her clit against the underside of his shaft. Greg slowly starts to move inside her. His first stroke is a little ragged as the tight ring of her cervix still resists him. He slows down, allowing SaraÕs body to adjust, but he increases the length of his strokes. Her sex is a velvet glove wrapped around his entire length. Her hot, moist pressure creates surges of pleasure through him as her clenching flesh drags along his shaft, which in turn, makes his balls and back tighten. He is unable to maintain eye contact with her as he throws his head back. The light on the ceiling bobs and weaves before his eyes as they move passionately and purposefully together. He feels her hips rock, from side to side and allows his weight to shift with the motion. Sara lets out a squeak of surprise as they roll and soon their positions are reversed with her on top and straddling his hips. They pause for a brief moment as Sara finds her balance, her hands splayed across his chest and her knees drawn under her. He looks up at her as she shifts her hips, grinding down on him. His hands slide up her hips and waist, then over her ribs to cup and caress her breasts as she slowly starts to rise and fall along the thick length of his shaft. She lets out a heavy, shuddering breath as their new position and her control over it causes his sliding shaft to create different sensation of pleasure inside her. She can feel herself quiver around him as she slowly rides his shaft, slowly increasing the length and speed and testing different angles with her rolling, bucking hips. The palms of his hands on her breasts are a warm, firm pressure as they slide across sweat-slick skin and his fingers gently squeeze, flick and roll her nipples, sending jolts of sensation through her. She can feel heavy drops of sweat trickle down her back in light trails that leave slight echoes in their wake. Her fingernails dig into the hard muscles of his chest as his hips slam up to meet hers. The beast in her belly, that is her orgasm roars its desire for release through the blood pounding in her ears. Her sex is clutching and rippling along his shaft no longer under her control, interfering with the smoothness of her stroke. The room feels devoid of air, as if they had somehow used it all up, as she tries to suck in lungful after lungful to fuel her driving needs. She knows that the sounds and words that are mixed with his have to be hers, but she can hardly recognize the passionate, lust-filled voice that is making them. Having rolled them, Greg gives control of their coupling to her. Her warm palms replace the heat of her breasts against his chest as she find her balance and draws her knees under herself. He lets his hands rest lightly on her hips as she slowly starts to rise along his length. He allows her to find her own rhythm and matches it as she rides him. He lets his hands slide up her sides to cup her slightly swaying breasts. He weighs them in his hands, caressing the firm flesh, her skin, slick with sweat, slide smoothly against his palms. His fingers find the rubbery little nubs of her nipples and rolls, flicks and tweaks them, feeling their texture and testing their resilience. Heat and moisture surround him and makes his balls boil with the need for release as her tight sex drags up along him or slides back down to grind her hard little clit against him. His hips buck to meet hers as her fingernails dig into his chest and ten fiery points of pain mix with and intensify the pleasure of her sex around his. She must be as close to completion as he is as he feels her sex clench and ripple around him, becoming out of sync with her rising and falling hips. He grits his teeth again, grunting and pressing his shoulders into the bed below him as twitches and pulses while he strains to keep control of himself. SaraÕs world starts to blur around her and the wild thing in her belly will no longer be caged and rips free of her constraints to hungrily consume her senses. Ecstasy rips through her and her sex locks around his shaft as it is buried deeply and completely inside her. She draws in a lungful of air and screams her release to the ceiling, her head thrown back and her spine a hard, tense, quivering bow. She stays frozen like that as wave after wave of electric pleasure lashes her body. His hands squeeze her breasts painfully, which only creates an intensifying contrast to the pleasure of her climax, before he lets them drop down onto the bed. She feels him swell and deflate several times against her tensed, locked channel and the feel of a thicker liquid heat joins hers inside her. Her sex clenches and releases rapidly around him as her scream dies to a shuddering whimper. Her hands slip off his chest and her knees slide out from under her as she slumps forward and drapes her boneless body over his. Her sex continues to shudder around him and other muscles in her body twitch uncontrollably. Sweat slides off her skin and pools in the little hollows on her spine and the muscles of her back before trickling off her back. Her skin tingles and feels slightly too tight for her body as she lays, panting against his shoulder. When their bodies meet again and he is buried to the hilt inside her, her sex locks around him with unrelenting pressure and she throws her head back and screams her release. Liquid heat floods around him and it all becomes too much as his shaft swells and his semen boils up his shaft and spurts into her in several heavy blasts. Each spurt drags a short, sharp grunt from him as his butt clenches, causing him to jerk up into her. His hands tense and clench on her breasts before he has the where with all to remove them and it takes all his will to relax them and let them fall down onto the bed. His head presses back hard against the bed behind him as his body tenses up against hers. They stay frozen like that until her sex starts to ripple around his, milking the last of his essence from him and then her body slumps boneless across his, her hands slipping off his chest and past his head, and her knees sliding back, her legs straightening and all her weight resting on top of him. He can feel her heart beating against his chest in a staccato drum solo as her head rests on his shoulder and her panted breath tickles his ear. His one hand rests lightly at the small of her back and the other gently strokes her hair. She kisses his shoulder lightly and groans as his dick shifts inside her, slowly shrinking and the tingling friction reignites echoes of her orgasm making her sex spasm. She groans again when he finally pops free of her and she shifts so that she is draped across his side, one leg thrown over his, tucked into the crook of his arm. He turns to face her and they share a soft, quick kiss. The exertion and intensity of sensation and emotion has left her drained and drowsy as the sweat on her body dries and cools her skin. She murmurs her appreciation as he draws as much of the coverlet over them as he is able. The smell of sex is still strong in the air around them and she lets it tantalize her nose as she draws in a deep breath. ÒYou okay?Ó he asks her for the second time. ÒYes, I am. I really am.Ó she answers softly, this time able to find and trust her voice as she snuggles closer against him and his arm tightens around her. ÒWellÉ That sure was something. WasnÕt it?Ó he comments understatedly into the quiet of the room. ÒIt sure was.Ó She concurs keeping her tone as light as his. She knew there were consequences to what they had done, knew he knew that too, but right then, she was just too sated and tired to care. ÒThat was more than something, Greg. ThatÉ was fucking memorable.Ó She murmurs before drifting off to sleep. THE END Do you think you might enjoy a continuation of this story? If so, let me know.