Student Becomes Master

Title:Student Becomes Master
Author: Poppie_lee
Pairing: GSR
Rating: M (For the Boldness)
Chapter: 3 "Graduation"
Disclaimer: Not mine so no harm meant.
Summary: Grissom concludes the lesson.

A/N This is dedicated to Dee my beta and friend without whom this would have been a page full of bad spelling, bad grammar and no porn. Well a little porn. Thanks Dee and Happy Birthday!!!

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They stood facing each other neither spoke; there was no need, their eyes said more than a thousand words. Grissom continued to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Sara watched with hunger as one by one the buttons slipped through the holes revealing just a little more as each button fell open.

They could feel the electricity in the air as they watched each other. Sara was barely aware that her hands had begun to trace over her own flesh. She couldn’t tell if it was arousal or nerves that had her whole body trembling. Her skin was tingling with anticipation. He watched as she slid her hands from her collar bone downward, skimming over the slope of each breast. Each finger grazing the sensitive flesh of her nipples, lightly pinching and teasing them before taking the weight of each breast in her palms, cupping and squeezing the firm flesh in her grip.

A mischievous smile played across her lips when she heard a low moan escape from Grissom mouth. Realizing the control she had, Sara continued to tease him. Trailing one hand lower she gently stroked the taught skin of her stomach pausing for only a moment to run her nails around her navel. Grissom had stopped undressing, as he watched her actions in stunned silence.

Both Sara’s hands now moved in sync lower and lower until they found the material of her opened pants. Sara slid her long fingers into the fabric and pushed them downward over her hips. The weight of the material and gravity doing the rest of the work, the soft fabric dropped and gathered in a heap at her feet.

Grissom was in awe of the picture before him. The warm glow of the bedroom lamp behind her seemed to illuminate her skin. The black lace of her thong that still clung to her body, cupping her core perfectly. The beauty of her bare flesh mixed with the scent of her arousal rendered him speechless. Grissom was frozen. “Say something you idiot.” He thought. Grissom opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, searching his brain to find the right words. It was her husky voice that shook him from his muddled thoughts.

“I’m assuming the reason your doing such a great impression of a fish and not saying anything is because you’re enjoying the view?” She asked, the tremble in her voice giving her nervousness away.

“Very much.” Grissom said his tone was low and seductive. He held out his hand offering it to her. Sara smiled and lowered her head hiding the rush of colour that had covered her cheeks. Reaching out she took his hand and took a step closer to him. She gently ran her fingers down along the front of his shirt. Still unable to meet his eyes she continued to undo the remaining buttons.

When the last button was undone Sara spread the fabric of his shirt apart, revealing his broad bare chest. Sara heard him suck in a breath as her fingers danced across his flesh for the first time. His skin was soft and smooth under her fingers but still held its masculinity. He smelt of soap and the musky scent of sex. Trace amounts of their earlier couch activities had left its mark on his body.

Touching him had been a fantasy she had played out in her head on more than one occasion; she had eased the ache between her legs many times picturing him like this. Sara slid her hands upward over his hard nipples drawing circles with her fingers before moving downward once more. She had just reached his belt buckle when his hands stopped her.

“No.” Grissom said firmly then grabbing her wrists he pulled her hands away from his body. Sara jerked her head up and met his eyes. He saw a mixture of fear and lust as he pinned her arms behind her back.

“You have been enjoying too much control tonight Miss Sidle.” Grissom said his eyes were on fire. “I think it’s time I set the pace, Don’t you?”

His chest crushed against her breasts the heat of his skin against hers sent a shiver through her. They both let out a sigh of need as his mouth finally took hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle or chaste; it was deep and filled with the passion and lust they had been building all night.

They clawed and scratched at each others skin, pulling and pushing against each other until they were on the bed. Sara felt his weight on her body, he was heavy and strong pinning her arms; his rock hard shaft grinding against her thigh. His mouth kissed along her jaw line to her neck, licking and biting at the soft flesh.

“Oh Gil!” Sara called out, her voice filled with need as her core buzzed with need. Hearing his name fall from her lips with such want made his body crave her heat.

“I want you, Sara.” He whispered against her ear, sucking her earlobe, his hot breath driving her wild. “Jesus, I want you.” He said again as he moved lower, tracing the path her hands had taken.

When he reached her breast Sara let out a moan of approval and began to grind against his dick, moving and writhing beneath his heavy mass. He licked and bit down on her nipple causing her to call out in sweet ecstasy.

“Now, please Gil, I need you.” Sara said, barely recognizing her own voice as she tried to free her wrists from his grip.

“Yes.” He said against her puckered nipple. He released her wrists and sat up reaching for his belt buckle. He looked at her as she lay on the bed. She was breathing hard her eyes were closed he watched her thighs as they rubbed together trying to quell the ache that was begging for his body. Sara slipped her fingers into her mouth and then back out again, dragging them down along her body leaving a moist pathway.

He stood up to remove his pants and socks not taking his eyes off her, watching her as she slipped the wet digits under the black lace of her underwear. Hearing her sigh as they found their destination made his cock jump. He slipped off the rest of his clothes. Gripping his shaft he began to pump it slowly, a drop of pre cum glistened on the engorged head.

“Sara do you have a… We need a…” Grissom stumbled over the words not sure if it was nerves or arousal. The fact that Sara’s hand was moving frantically under the lace of her underwear made it all the more difficult to tell.

“Top drawer.” Sara said. Licking her lips her breath becoming even more ragged he noticed her eyes were on his impressive length, leaving him in no doubt of what she wanted. Within a few seconds the drawer had been opened and Grissom had covered his dick in latex. He crawled up the length of her body like a lion stalking its prey kissing and nipping at different places on her body. He made it to her ear and leaned down.

“Take them off.” He said, reaching down and pulling her hand free from her underwear. Sara obeyed shifting upward against his body and pushed the damp lace off and down along her long legs. The material had barley touched the floor when Grissom pushed her thighs open and lining himself up against her sex he met her eyes once more.

They passion they held was unmistakable but there was also something else; something if he was being honest he was feeling too. He felt her hands glide up his arms and pull him towards her. In one long slow movement he pushed his way inside her. Her body was hot and as tight as he had expected.

Sara was overwhelmed with emotion as he filled her. No other man she had ever been intimate with had stretched her like this, it was a blissfully painful, when he began to move within her every inch of her body tingled with arousal and pain gave way to ecstasy.

Grissom was aware of every inch of her body. How her eyes slid shut as his pace increased. How her short nails clung to the skin of his back. He watched her firm breasts move with each thrust teasing and begging his mouth to taste them. He felt the heat of her juices coat his balls as he thrust into her harder, her warmth spurring him on.

Sara felt a knot of arousal coil in her stomach. “I’m going to…oh Gil don‘t stop. I‘m so close” She said, her voice was trembling. Hearing her words and the feeling her body begin to tense, he increased his pace, slipping his hand between their sweaty bodies clumsily pressing between her folds. Grissom’s own climax was aching for release threatening him with every thrust.

“Oh Yes, that’s it. Oh Gil, don’t stop … Don’t stop… oh oh yesss!” Sara let go. Her orgasm washed over her body, every nerve, every muscle contracting and pulsing, as the raging climax coursed through her.

Grissom felt her body stiffen and her inner walls clamp down on his shaft. The sensation sending his own body into bliss. He felt his orgasm take him. He could feel the heat of his climax pool against the sensitive head of his cock. Trapped in the latex; the searing heat of his orgasm only adding to the sweet torture of ecstasy that had over taken him. His whole body shook as his he slumped down, his head resting in the valley between her breasts. Both bodies were hot and sweaty their breathing hard and fast.

When Grissom’s heart had returned to a somewhat normal pace he lifted his head and kissed her along her breast bone traveling up toward her neck. He could taste the sweet saltiness of Sara’s skin. She tasted like warmth, like comfort. Like every thing that was missing from his life.

Sara felt boneless as she lay on the bed. She felt powerless to do anything except lie there and enjoy his weight as he lay on top of her. When she eventually met his eyes a moment of pure love passed between them. Sara would have normally been able to hide this particular emotion from showing itself; after all she’d had so much practice hiding her feelings for him. But tonight after what they had shared the feelings that had been kept so well hidden flooded her heart like a tidal wave filling her with a need to give them a voice; to finally tell him the truth; to tell him that she loved him.

That it had always been him.

That it would always be only him.

But with the sweet comes the sour; and just as the impulse to tell him came so did the cold hard reality of their situation. She would tell him and his body would stiffen with panic and probably fumble out some words of affection to make the moment less awkward. Then after a little while fear would choke him and he would make an excuse and run.

Tears welled in her dark eyes as she accepted her fate. She swallowed the pain and forced herself to calm down. He would see in his own time that she didn’t want to take anything from him. He would find his own way through his doubts and fears. She would give him what she had always given him. Time.

“You make me happy” Grissom whispered, as he kissed her neck. His admission fell comfortably from his lips and although he was scared of the next step he knew he wanted to take it with her.

Sara was stunned. He was telling her in his own way that he wanted this. That he was ready to share himself with her. It may not have been a declaration of undying love but for Sara it meant more in that moment than those three little words ever could. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him pulling him as close as she could.

Eventually he pulled himself up and lay down beside her, reaching down he pulled up the comforter that was across the bottom of the bed. Covering them both he settled down behind her pulling her into him.

“I’m tired, let’s go to sleep and you can help me relax some more in the morning.” He said, smiling into her neck as he kissed it. Sara turned her head and looked at him his eyes were closed, his hair was a messed up and he had the biggest grin she‘d ever seen him wear.

“Yeah you’re already starting to look tense.” She said unable to hold in a husky giggle.

“Ssssssh… I’m trying to sleep.” Grissom said wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. Sara turned back around and settled into his body. Grissom opened his eyes, he couldn’t see it but he was sure she was smiling too.