Enough!

Chapter 4: Alone at last

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To say the ride in Grissom's Denali was awkward would have been to say that the Great Wall of China was a small fence. They were both terrified. While they both knew with every fiber of their being that this was right, the knowledge that they were driving to Grissom's townhouse to make love filled them with apprehension. Grissom held Sara's hand in his as he drove through the streets of Vegas to his townhouse. Aside from that an the occasional glance in each other's direction, they did not speak. How did you put into words something so monumental? Sure, people made love all the time. It was after all what God intended. But this was Sara's Grissom. This was Grissom's Sara. And for all practical purposes, those were the only two people in the world that mattered right now.

"We're here." Grissom said as he put the car in park and shut off the ignition. Sara nodded.

"Yep." She responded dumbly. Grissom squeezed her hand quickly with his own before getting out of the car. Sara did the same and followed Grissom up the walk and into his townhouse.

"Can I get you anything?" Grissom offered hoping to ease the tension. He hung up both of their coats and tossed his keys on the kitchen counter. Sara closed her eyes a moment and sighed. Her soft response was almost inaudible.

"Just you." Grissom's heart froze in his chest. Suddenly his heart beat was racing, his hands were sweaty... he felt as though he'd been waiting his entire life for this moment. That's because you have Grissom old buddy. He smiled and walked towards her slowly. Biting her lip nervously, Sara helped close the gap between them. She closed her eyes and sighed her pleasure as Grissom traced her jaw line with his fingers.

"You're so beautiful Sara..." She smiled.

"Shut up and kiss me." Without a moment's hesitation he brought his lips crashing down upon hers. Any nervousness the two of them had been feeling melted away as the fire ignited within them once more. Backing Sara into the living room, Grissom pushed her abruptly down onto his couch breaking the contact between them. The site of her sprawled on his couch, her lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed... it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Grabbing him suddenly by his shirt collar, Sara pulled Grissom down on top of her and again locked her lips with his. He felt her tongue seeking entrance into his mouth and granted it willingly with a sigh. He cried out suddenly and clutched the back of the couch until his knuckles turned white. Sara grinned up at him with her hand fastened securely to his crotch. Grissom groaned and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. It took every ounce of control he had not to come in his pants the second he felt Sara's hand on him. The look in his eyes when he opened them sent a shudder of excitement straight to Sara's core. Desire. God that's desire for me.

"Take your clothes off... now." Grissom arched an eyebrow at Sara's firm command.

"As you wish." He replied with amusement. Moving to stand over Sara, Grissom unfastened the buttons of his black collared shirt. Sara couldn't help but moan at the site of his tanned flesh becoming gradually more visible with each button he released. After what seemed like an eternity, all the buttons were unclasped and Grissom moved to shrug the shirt off his shoulders.

"No." Sara said quietly. Grissom stopped and watched through hooded eyes as Sara moved to stand in front of him, sliding her fingers across his broad chest. Spreading the shirt open wide, she rained kisses down his chest and torso, even flicking her tongue in his belly button. Grissom threw his head back in delight and buried his hands in Sara's dark brown hair. Moving back up his body, Sara pushed the shirt off his shoulders. While he did not wish to remove his hands from her silky tresses, he released her hair and moved his arms to let his shirt fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric. Without hesitation, Sara moved to the clasp of his black dress pants.

"God Sara..." Grissom moaned as she flicked open the snap. She grinned wickedly at him as she slid down the zipper of his pants and knelt down in front of him. Reaching up from her kneeling position, she relished in Grissom's sharp intake of breath as she slid the pants down to the floor. He stepped out of them and she tossed them aside. He stood before her now clad only in his underwear. She smiled.

"Well that answers that question... " She mumbled. Grissom raised an eyebrow in question. She continued. "Boxer-briefs." Grissom couldn't help but chuckle as he looked down at her. An evil gleam came into her eyes as she shocked him again with her boldness. "Now I'd like to put to rest a second question if you don't mind...." He waited for her continue. "What size are your feet Griss?"

"12's wh---Arghhhhh Christ Sara...." He screamed out at the feel of Sara's hand wrapped firmly around his member. He gasped out. "Sara---if you---if you keep doing things like that to me it's going to be a horribly short night." She grinned as she released him to shove his boxer-briefs off him to the floor.

"We've got plenty of nights ahead of us. Tonight, let me pleasure you." He felt like sobbing at the intense feeling that washed over him at the meaning of her words. Instead, he let her shove him gently down on his couch as she again took him into her hands. She rubbed her finger tips gently over the head of him, spreading his juices over the sensitive tip. Keeping him grasped firmly in her right hand, she leaned forward and slid her tongue across his belly and down his body. She teased him mercilessly as she rubbed him gently with her hand and licked and kissed her way to the insides of his legs, her face brushing the soft curls that surrounded his manhood. It was slow torture for Grissom but he was more than happy to endure it. Hell I strung this poor girl on for 5 years I probably deserve it. But all rational thought was soon banished from his mind as she took him firmly into her mouth. His hands once again found themselves buried in her hair as he fought with his desire to push her head onto him more firmly. He refused to think about where she could learn to do such a thing with that pretty little mouth of hers as she worked him all the way to the back of her throat, taking nearly all of him into her mouth before slowly moving out again. After several minutes of this agonizing torture, Sara released him from her mouth and placed a quick kiss to the tip of his penis. It was more than Grissom could take.

With a loud growl he flipped Sara backwards onto the coffee table next to the couch. Magazines and coasters went flying in all directions along with a few other objects that Grissom couldn't have cared less if they'd shattered into a million pieces. While his unclothing had been slow and deliberate, Sara's pink V-neck sweater and khaki pants were all but ripped from her body as Grissom threw them across the room. Her simple white cotton underwear and bra couldn't have been more sexy to Grissom. But he decided they would be even sexier on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Unclasping her bra, which he was thankful hooked in the front, he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth as he tossed the bra aside. Sara gasped out her pleasure as Grissom slid her soaking wet panties from her body while he turned his attention to her other breast. She waited for him to throw the panties abruptly to the side as she had her other clothing but he still held them securely in his hand. Sara groaned in disappointment as Grissom released her breast from his mouth and sat again before Sara. He held up her soaking panties and sniffed them deeply. Grinning wickedly, he tossed them aside.

"God you smell so good Sara..." He knelt down between the couch and coffee table and opened Sara's legs. He looked up across her body with a grin. "But I'll bet you taste even better..."

"Holy shit Gil!!" She cried out clutching the sides of the table. He absolutely devoured her with his mouth and tongue. To hell if he was going to let Sara drive him so close to the edge without returning the favor. The sounds she was making as she writhed around on the table were all the encouragement he needed as he dipped his tongue inside her, thrusting in and out. His beard tickling her only added to the delicious feeling as he worshiped her with his mouth. No one had ever made Sara feel this way before. God Gil you are fucking incredible. Her hands flew to his salt and pepper curls as he moved his mouth up and bit down on her clit.. Sara screamed at the top of her lungs as her world exploded into a sea of brilliant colors. Her entire body shook with her release as Grissom greedily lapped up her juices. He held her tight until her shaking subsided and then surprised her by picking her up and carrying her in his arms. Sara buried her head in his chest and wrapped her arms Grissom's neck as he carried her into the bedroom. He all but dropped her on the bed once they got into his room and he smiled down at her sheepishly as he crawled on top of her breathing a bit heavier than before.

"Sorry... but I am an old man you know." She smirked at him and thrust her hips upward. He hissed through his teeth at the sensation of her soft flesh rubbing against his hardness.

"You don't feel like an old man to me." She whispered huskily.

"God Sara... I need... I need you..." She wrapped her legs around him, feeling his hardness pressed insistently against her entrance.

"Please Gil..." With a low moan Grissom thrust hard into Sara burying himself to the hilt. They both cried out at the intense sensation of finally being joined together. Grissom kissed Sara deeply as he pulled out and thrust back into her. She moaned loudly into his mouth and tightened her hold on him with her legs. Grissom cried out and broke contact, burying his face in the crook of Sara's neck as he began to thrust frantically into her heat.

"Oh God Gil yes... yes Gil yes..." She groaned and cried out his name as he brought her closer towards another peak. Grissom could only mumble incoherently as he continued to thrust into her. Sara brought her hands around and firmly grasped Grissom's ass. Feeling the last shred of control he had shatter, Grissom lifted Sara's hips and adjusted their angle slightly so he could pound into her with bruising ferocity. Sara threw her head back and screamed as she felt her body explode with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Grissom felt her body tighten around him and thrust into her hard once more before crying out as he spilled himself into her. Moaning his release as her body milked him, Grissom fell on top of Sara as their bodies continued to tremble with the aftershocks of their pleasure. Minutes later, Grissom came back to reality to the sensation of Sara gently stroking his hair. He lifted himself up on trembling arms and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably crushing you." He moved to roll off her but was stopped as she tightened her legs around him preventing him from doing so. He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. She kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"I like it." He chuckled, entwining his fingers with hers as he rolled over and brought her with him so she now lay on top. She sighed contently and snuggled into his chest as he pulled the covers over the two of them and wrapped his arms around her protectively.

"God Gil... you're amazing." He lifted her chin and met his eyes with her own.

"Not half as amazing as you my sweet Sara." She felt her eyes well up with tears as she looked down at him, his deep blue eyes shining. Shining for her.

"I love you Gil." His heart almost stopped. She loves me. He swallowed, fighting back tears of his own.

"I love you too, Sara. So very very much..." He kissed her and the two fell into a blissful slumber.