The Breaking Point
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
8,909
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.
A Penny for Your Thoughts
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R: (G) "If I profane with my unworthiest hand / This holy shrine [Juliet], the gentle sin is this; / My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand / To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss"
J: (S) "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, / Which mannerly devotion shows in this; / For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, / And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss”
--- Romeo & Juliet Act I. Scene V.
~~~
“Sara? You seem a million miles away. I thought you were happy to see me. Am I too small for your notice?” Grissom queried as he joined her on the bed. They began kissing again as Grissom positioned himself on his knees with his back resting against the headboard. Sara turned to face him; she raised herself on her knees straddling his lap.
Slowly, she lowered herself on his rigid member allowing her vagina to adjust as always. They both began to breathe deeply in, hold the breath and exhale together…On the exhalation, Sara lowered herself another inch…They continued to gaze into one another’s eyes.
This had always been an extremely potentially explosive point. Grissom was always quickly aroused when Sara had been gone on a trip, which had happened several times in the last four months. So far they had been batting about 500 on Grissom pulling back in time but even the quickies had been immensely enjoyable if short. There had always been time for a second or third try. Sometimes they had just settled for hours of sensual massage learning to enjoy the journey together rather then obsessing with the destination.
Nine count inhale, hold the breath then nine count exhale…Each enjoying both the physical and spiritual connection they were forming now and had formed over the past year.
Gil was finally fully sheathed in Sara. They began calming breathes in unison. In this position, both began to soothingly massage the other’s back. They began to feel the heat from their groins begin to move and radiate upwards towards their hearts. Gil felt himself pull back from the point of no return. Now they could continue.
Gil began to slowly stroke Sara’s back up and down; Sara did the same to Gil. Gil would lean forward to kiss Sara on the lips and exchange a breath with her. Sara returned the kiss; the breath and her tongue brushed his. Gil returned the kiss, the tongue and the breath. All the while, their hands slowly moved up and down each other’s back. First palm side up then the top of the hand down. A hitch in Sara’ breath at this point always signaled to Gil to move his hands towards Sara’s sides. Sara did the same. They kissed again to exchange breathes.
They continued the languid sensuous dance of hands and lips over every inch of skin they both could reach. They felt as if their bodies were made of sweet melting clay that their fingers and lips could remold to become one body, one soul. “Sara may I…” Gil asked in a throaty whisper. “It’s always my pleasure, Gil.” Sara replied.
It was a ritualistic give and take they had developed over the last year; but the familiarity of the exchange was not boring but spoke of tender trust and intimacy. But now Gil gently rocked forward so that Sara was her back and Gil could begin a slow thrusting pattern of 8 shallow thrusts followed 1 deep thrust then 7 shallow thrusts followed by 2 deep thrusts. He loved linear regression. While thrusting they continued the dance begun earlier with hands and lips.
Now they were high on the same 50 ft. wave of energy…The visual image of the Pipeline from Hawaii came to both their minds at the same instant. It was the image they had chosen after much consideration when they took that trip to Hawaii together when Gil first got off his crutches. It was always very effective as the kisses became deeper and the thrusting continued and started to speed up. “Hang ten, Gil, hang ten”, Gil knew then he was tensing up and began to try to relax by breathing deeply and slowly. Sometimes, he had to stop completely as he did now on a deep thrust. “Gil, a surprise” Sara whispered as she sensed that Gil was now back in the moment and completely…she hoped what she was going to do now wouldn’t start the explosion.
Gil knew then that Sara had learned a new technique. It was especially important to breathe and relax. Then he felt it. Waves of muscles rippling up and down massaging his turgid cock fully encased the warmth of Sara. ‘Oh my…oh my…oh my’ Gil knew he was going to loose it. This was just too much. “I’m wiping out, Sara” his voice came out quite strangled as his began deeply thrusting again…”Together, Gil together”
“WIPEOUT.” As they orgasmed together and Grissom came with such force that he saw white stars and lines and his vision dimmed. “Gil…Gil…Are you okay?” She whispered as she saw his eyes rolling back and he collapsed on her chest. She began to kiss his forehead, his eyes, and his lips. She put her hand on his carotid artery and began counting. Within a few seconds, his pulse decreased form 100 to 90 to 80 to 70 and finally back to his now normal 60. As his pulse dropped his eyelids began to flutter.
“Sara…I think we had better refrain from surprises like that when you first come home. It was…it was…well I can’t describe it. But I love wipeouts like that.” Gil rolled over on his back. Sara swatted him on the stomach. “Turn over…you need a calming massage.” Gil complied and Sara slowly kneaded his scalp then his neck muscles then his shoulders. By the time she got to his waist…she said softly, “What have we got for sustenance, Bugman?”
“Grapes, red Bordeaux…mini-fridge” Gil slowly drawled. He felt totally loose, warm, fuzzy, tingling and hungry. Sara got up went to the mini-fridge which was hidden behind a false wall. She pulled out the wicker basket filled with three kinds of grapes (green, red and deep purple) from the freezer section partially frozen as they liked them.
She found the wine in the special cooler department and pulled out two chilled glasses and went back to the bed. After she climbed on the bed, she swatted him lightly on the butt. “Come on, Bugman, roll over. You need something to eat.” Gil slowly moved to lean sitting up against the well padded headboard as Sara handed him a glass of wine and popped a grape in his mouth. He sipped the Bordeaux and popped a grape into her mouth. They continued to feed each other grapes. Until Gil started leaving them halfway out of his mouth so Sara had to kiss him to get her grape. “Ah Sara…let’s try that ‘surprise’ again…” Sara took the wine glasses and moved the grapes slightly. She began to slowly massage his chest, his thighs, and his calves and even down to his toes.
“Let’s spoon…” She knew he needed more calories and in that position they could both eat the grapes. Gil rolled on his side and Sara rolled so that she spooned with her back against his chest. “Sara may I…” “Always, Gil” Already aroused again he slowly sheathed himself again in her moistness. “Grape…please.” And Sara fed him grapes and he fed her grapes…and in between he kissed her neck and massaged her stomach and breasts and her cliterous…she was happy to melt back into his broad chest.
“Gil, I missed you so much.”
“I don’t know how I manage without you, Aschusla…you ready to surf the Pipeline, again?”
R: (G) "If I profane with my unworthiest hand / This holy shrine [Juliet], the gentle sin is this; / My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand / To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss"
J: (S) "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, / Which mannerly devotion shows in this; / For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, / And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss”
--- Romeo & Juliet Act I. Scene V.
~~~
“Sara? You seem a million miles away. I thought you were happy to see me. Am I too small for your notice?” Grissom queried as he joined her on the bed. They began kissing again as Grissom positioned himself on his knees with his back resting against the headboard. Sara turned to face him; she raised herself on her knees straddling his lap.
Slowly, she lowered herself on his rigid member allowing her vagina to adjust as always. They both began to breathe deeply in, hold the breath and exhale together…On the exhalation, Sara lowered herself another inch…They continued to gaze into one another’s eyes.
This had always been an extremely potentially explosive point. Grissom was always quickly aroused when Sara had been gone on a trip, which had happened several times in the last four months. So far they had been batting about 500 on Grissom pulling back in time but even the quickies had been immensely enjoyable if short. There had always been time for a second or third try. Sometimes they had just settled for hours of sensual massage learning to enjoy the journey together rather then obsessing with the destination.
Nine count inhale, hold the breath then nine count exhale…Each enjoying both the physical and spiritual connection they were forming now and had formed over the past year.
Gil was finally fully sheathed in Sara. They began calming breathes in unison. In this position, both began to soothingly massage the other’s back. They began to feel the heat from their groins begin to move and radiate upwards towards their hearts. Gil felt himself pull back from the point of no return. Now they could continue.
Gil began to slowly stroke Sara’s back up and down; Sara did the same to Gil. Gil would lean forward to kiss Sara on the lips and exchange a breath with her. Sara returned the kiss; the breath and her tongue brushed his. Gil returned the kiss, the tongue and the breath. All the while, their hands slowly moved up and down each other’s back. First palm side up then the top of the hand down. A hitch in Sara’ breath at this point always signaled to Gil to move his hands towards Sara’s sides. Sara did the same. They kissed again to exchange breathes.
They continued the languid sensuous dance of hands and lips over every inch of skin they both could reach. They felt as if their bodies were made of sweet melting clay that their fingers and lips could remold to become one body, one soul. “Sara may I…” Gil asked in a throaty whisper. “It’s always my pleasure, Gil.” Sara replied.
It was a ritualistic give and take they had developed over the last year; but the familiarity of the exchange was not boring but spoke of tender trust and intimacy. But now Gil gently rocked forward so that Sara was her back and Gil could begin a slow thrusting pattern of 8 shallow thrusts followed 1 deep thrust then 7 shallow thrusts followed by 2 deep thrusts. He loved linear regression. While thrusting they continued the dance begun earlier with hands and lips.
Now they were high on the same 50 ft. wave of energy…The visual image of the Pipeline from Hawaii came to both their minds at the same instant. It was the image they had chosen after much consideration when they took that trip to Hawaii together when Gil first got off his crutches. It was always very effective as the kisses became deeper and the thrusting continued and started to speed up. “Hang ten, Gil, hang ten”, Gil knew then he was tensing up and began to try to relax by breathing deeply and slowly. Sometimes, he had to stop completely as he did now on a deep thrust. “Gil, a surprise” Sara whispered as she sensed that Gil was now back in the moment and completely…she hoped what she was going to do now wouldn’t start the explosion.
Gil knew then that Sara had learned a new technique. It was especially important to breathe and relax. Then he felt it. Waves of muscles rippling up and down massaging his turgid cock fully encased the warmth of Sara. ‘Oh my…oh my…oh my’ Gil knew he was going to loose it. This was just too much. “I’m wiping out, Sara” his voice came out quite strangled as his began deeply thrusting again…”Together, Gil together”
“WIPEOUT.” As they orgasmed together and Grissom came with such force that he saw white stars and lines and his vision dimmed. “Gil…Gil…Are you okay?” She whispered as she saw his eyes rolling back and he collapsed on her chest. She began to kiss his forehead, his eyes, and his lips. She put her hand on his carotid artery and began counting. Within a few seconds, his pulse decreased form 100 to 90 to 80 to 70 and finally back to his now normal 60. As his pulse dropped his eyelids began to flutter.
“Sara…I think we had better refrain from surprises like that when you first come home. It was…it was…well I can’t describe it. But I love wipeouts like that.” Gil rolled over on his back. Sara swatted him on the stomach. “Turn over…you need a calming massage.” Gil complied and Sara slowly kneaded his scalp then his neck muscles then his shoulders. By the time she got to his waist…she said softly, “What have we got for sustenance, Bugman?”
“Grapes, red Bordeaux…mini-fridge” Gil slowly drawled. He felt totally loose, warm, fuzzy, tingling and hungry. Sara got up went to the mini-fridge which was hidden behind a false wall. She pulled out the wicker basket filled with three kinds of grapes (green, red and deep purple) from the freezer section partially frozen as they liked them.
She found the wine in the special cooler department and pulled out two chilled glasses and went back to the bed. After she climbed on the bed, she swatted him lightly on the butt. “Come on, Bugman, roll over. You need something to eat.” Gil slowly moved to lean sitting up against the well padded headboard as Sara handed him a glass of wine and popped a grape in his mouth. He sipped the Bordeaux and popped a grape into her mouth. They continued to feed each other grapes. Until Gil started leaving them halfway out of his mouth so Sara had to kiss him to get her grape. “Ah Sara…let’s try that ‘surprise’ again…” Sara took the wine glasses and moved the grapes slightly. She began to slowly massage his chest, his thighs, and his calves and even down to his toes.
“Let’s spoon…” She knew he needed more calories and in that position they could both eat the grapes. Gil rolled on his side and Sara rolled so that she spooned with her back against his chest. “Sara may I…” “Always, Gil” Already aroused again he slowly sheathed himself again in her moistness. “Grape…please.” And Sara fed him grapes and he fed her grapes…and in between he kissed her neck and massaged her stomach and breasts and her cliterous…she was happy to melt back into his broad chest.
“Gil, I missed you so much.”
“I don’t know how I manage without you, Aschusla…you ready to surf the Pipeline, again?”