Romantic Evening

I begin to lift her off the table with the intention of using the much more satisfactory surface of the sofa but she stops me… her hand wrapped around my tensed forearm. “No… Sara…” I look at her and she’s wearing the most intense stare - it’s intoxicating. I try to capture her lips but she pulls back from me the intensity of her gaze deepening. I try a second time and she does it again, a third time and Catherine now just laughs at my frustration. I’m about to voice said frustration but before I have chance she has lowered her lips to my neck and is feasting on my skin as her left hand slides down my body towards my panties.

I moan and whimper at the sensation but manage to get hold of myself long enough to remember that I’m in charge this time. I snatch her hand away and hold it behind her back. Catherine groans but she gets the message. This is my show. I’ll be the one doing the ‘doing’ and she’ll just have to hold on for the ride.

With Catherine still holding herself against me to avoid the cold marble, I slide my palms under her shirt and begin to roughly massage her breasts dragging the shirt higher with each movement. As her breasts come into view I groan in lustful delight. God she is so damn sexy!

“Like what you see huh?” she asks cockily as my pupils dilate and my mouth begins to water. I answer her with the curling of my tongue around one hard nipple causing a whimper followed by a grunt in quick succession. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she whispers breathlessly, arching to push as much of her into my mouth as she can.

I take thorough care of both of her breasts before finally ignoring the surface and pushing her down on the table. “Oohhhh…” Catherine writhes uncontrollably, tipping her head back and arching her torso off the marble as my hand travels down from her neck, between her breasts and down over her belly. Once, twice, three times I repeat this gesture, the third time stopping to squeeze her nipples briefly on the way.

I lower my lips to kiss her belly dipping my desperate tongue into her navel. Hooking a finger into the crotch of her panties, I pull them to one side and dip my head to smell her. I allow the moan to escape me freely as the scent of her arousal invades my senses. “Oh, so good!” Catherine raises her hips so I can take off the last and most important piece of clothing. Spreading her legs apart wide, I stare down at her pink center, which is completely open and so, so wet for me. I smell her again before allowing my tongue to part her folds and begin licking the length of her pussy with eagerness. I hold her legs tightly so she can’t squirm away as I focus intently on her clit, sucking and licking and gently grazing the swollen bud with my teeth.

Catherine is moaning non-stop and I have to say, it’s the most incredible sound I ever heard. I would willingly narrow my range of hearing down to this one sound only, if I could hear it continuously for the rest of my life. I lap my tongue at her soaked opening, teasing her one final time before finally pushing two fingers up inside her.

“Oh fuck, jeez!”

“But I am already fucking you babe.” I smirk and whisper against her folds.

She is writhing around on the table keeping as little skin-contact as possible with the chilled surface whilst riding my fingers hard as I work them into her faster and deeper. I’m no longer able to maintain purchase on her clit with my tongue her frantic movements are making it impossible. I slip a third finger inside her keeping up with the pace she is setting.

There are no longer over-cautious thoughts of banishing the demons of her assault; this is about the two of us caught in our own moment, in our need to be connected at the most basic and intimate of levels. Every sense is filled with raw passion.

Her body rises into each of my touches, undulating up and down with the rhythm, her breathing so wonderfully ragged and her chest heaving. There is sweat beading on her forehead and in the valley between her magnificent breasts. God she is so beautiful, so responsive. I’m soaking my own panties just from the sight of what I’m doing to her, watching my fingers disappear into her time and time again. Oh God! I can feel myself throbbing, pulsing desperate for a release of my own.

I press my groin against the edge of the table, adding some much needed pressure to my situation. My ears are filled with her rising moans and the sloppy, wet fucking noises we’re creating. It’s primal, it’s obscene and without doubt, the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Her eyes are squeezed shut which given the intensity is no surprise but I want to see them. I want to stare into her eyes as she comes and I know that she is only moments away from doing just that. “Cat, open your eyes.” Her only response is a whimper forced out on a panted breath but her eyes remain closed. I grab her arm and raise her body towards me. “I said, look… at… me!” It’s an effort for her but she eventually succeeds and I find myself seared by her gaze.

With one arm around her upper back I crook the fingers inside her reaching for her g-spot. Our foreheads are resting together, eyes locked onto each others when I finally hit it and she screams. Yes screams. Not a moan, not a whimper but a full blown screaming cry of ecstasy. Two more thrusts against the same spot and she’s shaking, gripping my fingers, her rocking now completely devoid of rhythm and her eyes almost rolling back in their sockets. She’s desperately working to keep them open for me. God I’m so close to actually coming with her, there’s a lake between my legs and I know that one swirl of a finger round my pulsing clit would send me over the edge too.

“Aaaaah… AAAH… SAARAAA…”

She winds her arms around me and places her sweaty forehead against my neck. I can feel her trembling into me. I hold her tightly. My fingers are still inside her and as I allow them to gently slip out I feel a wetness trickling down my neck.

“Catherine?” I lean back and prize her away from me so I can see her face. Oh my god! She’s crying. “Catherine, honey? Oh God I’m so sorry, I…” She shakes her head and tries to clear her throat but her voice is small and cracked.

“I love you!” She caresses my face and my own eyes fill with tears in response to the ones falling unabated down her cheeks. I kiss her softly on the forehead, lift her from the table and walk us to the bedroom placing her gently on the bed, removing my few clothes and climbing beside her. Pulling the sheet over us I mould myself to her, our legs entwining and our eyes meeting again.

I open my mouth to speak but she interrupts me. “I have never felt so loved, so wanted, so precious… to anyone. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love someone…” Ok, now I’m crying. She brushes my tears with her thumb and leans in to kiss me. I know what she means, because I never thought any kind of love would be on the cards for me in my life, never mind a love like this. Her voice lowers, “…and I have never been fucked like that, you let yourself feel your desire, your need and you act upon it, which from someone so private and at times insecure, is a real demonstration of how good it makes you feel when you touch me. Love is about trust. I trust you with my body and my heart and my life Sara Sidle.” The last part she whispers right into my mouth.

I feel so safe as I curl into her embrace. Wrapping my own arms around her, we doze together in the morning sunshine that is cascading in through the picture window.

*

I wake to Catherine’s fingers caressing my inner thigh and the suspended feelings from earlier flood back to me, my body reacts in an instant. “I think it’s my turn to play, don’t you?” she whispers, a saucy glint in her eye. She wastes no time waiting for my response before parting my folds and dragging a wet forefinger to my clit which has oh too quickly reverted to the state it was in while I had her on the table. “I’m going to make you come, and come and come…” Her insistent and skilled pressure yields her with my first orgasm within sixty seconds but as she promised, it is only the tip of the iceberg.

The entire morning we remain locked in the bedroom with Catherine showing me just how much my body can handle. She has me screaming in ecstasy time after time after time until finally I pass out unable to take any more.

Catherine falls beside me, breathing heavily. I feel her wrapping me into her embrace one more and it isn’t long before I’m asleep again, hardly surprising given the morning’s activities. My body is exhausted.

When I wake up again, she is sleeping with me. I rest my cheek on my hand so I can really look at her. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at her. Catherine hugs her pillow with the one arm she’s wrapped around it and sighs deeply. I can tell by the smile that appears on her beautiful face that whatever she is dreaming is good. I have to fight the urge to wake her up just to ask her what it is.

It’s a good few minutes before Catherine’s eyes slowly flutter open. I plant a kiss on her forehead, cheeks and finally her lips. Catherine moves her head just enough to feel my entire lips, making me smile.

“You ok?” she asks, lifting her head off her pillow and replanting it on mine.

“I’m perfect!”

“Good, me too!”

“I’m going to take a shower now. Why don’t you sleep a little more and I’ll wake you after I’ve made us some lunch?”

“What time is it?”

“Almost two-thirty.”

“Wow. It is late.”

“We have all the time in the world… and another night in the cabin of luuurve.”

Catherine giggles at my tone. “Oh Sara I don’t think I ever want to leave, I’m too happy here.”

“Me too but we have to remember Lindsey!” I grin and wink at her.

“Well we can bring her here and all of us can live here - forever. She can learn at home with you as her teacher. You know almost everything and what you don’t know, you always find a way to know.”

“Haha, wow you really have an over-inflated opinion of me.”

“No I don’t Sara, you’re incredible and Lindsey and I are very lucky.” She leans in close kissing my lips with renewed passion. I’d answer her, tell her something about just how lucky I feel, but right now my mouth is too full of her tongue.

She pulls back with a happy sigh. “I think I’m going to wait for you and go take my shower while you cook.” Well that’s my cue to get a move on. I send her a winning smile before closing the bathroom door behind myself.

*

While she showers I fetch the spare clothes I brought for her and leave them on the bed. I prepare my special macaroni and cheese - a patented Sidle original recipe - and while it’s in the oven I set the table on the patio. Just as I rest the dish on the hot-plate, Catherine appears all shower-fresh and in the clothes I laid out for her.

“You are always prepared, aren’t you?” she whispers hugging me from behind, nuzzling my neck and gently biting my earlobe. I press my lips together tightly to stop myself moaning.

“I try…”

“Mhmm” she rubs her nose against my cheek. I love this cuddly, soft side of her. Correct that, I love every side of her, even the stubborn one. “Thanks for the clothes honey.”

“You’re welcome. We’re eating outside if that’s okay with you?”

Catherine takes her seat and smiles broadly as I dish out my specialty.

I watch with satisfaction as she takes her first bite and her eyes squeeze shut with approval. If there’s one thing Sara Sidle can cook, it’s mac and cheese. “Sara this is delicious!”

“Yeah I know.” We both giggle at my sudden over-confidence and get stuck into the pasta.

“You know, I think we should talk to Grissom soon…” Catherine says after a while. I have been thinking about that myself for days now but I didn’t want to bring it up, not yet anyway, but now that she has, I guess we really do have to discuss it. My lack of an immediate reply has her continuing her train of thought. “…if not because of work then because of his feelings for you.”

“What?” Now that got a response.

“Oh come on Sara, it’s obvious he cares about you as more than a colleague.”

“So what, he’d never have the courage to pursue whatever feelings he has anyway.” I immediately regret my words as soon as they leave my lips and see the look on her face. “Catherine, I don’t like, love or want Grissom anymore, I want you… there would be no chance for him ever with me… because he can never be you!”

A little smirk appears on her face. “I think I’m getting your message sexy… but… well after his reaction to finding out about my predilection for women I dread to think how he’s going to react to know I’ve got my claws into the one woman he truly cares for.” Ok, this is why I didn’t want to discuss it now. The knot of nerves in my stomach tightens over the thought of revealing our relationship.

“What about Ecklie? You know we’ll not be allowed to work the same cases again don’t you?” I know how those slime ball defense attorneys would use our relationship to drag us and the lab through the mud just to get their clients off.

“We’ll just have to take one step at a time.”

“Well if the worst comes to the worst I’ll get another job. I mean I love my job but it’s nothing compared to how much I love you.” I see tears pricking in her eyes.

“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. We’ll talk to Grissom and go from there. We’re both too good at our jobs for them to lose either of us.” She leans over and begins to stroke my hand. “It’ll work out Sara, we’ve got through a hell of a lot in our lives, both of us... and now finally something wonderful has happened and I’m sure as hell not gonna let anything spoil that or come between us!”

I kiss her again, there’s nothing on earth like kissing Catherine Willows. We both know there’s to be no more talk of Grissom and work this afternoon, this is our time. “You fancy exploring the woods this afternoon?”

“I can think of another way for us to have fun,” she says pressing her body against mine touching my skin under my shirt.

“My Cat, you are insatiable.”

“Well, it wasn’t my idea to wait so long for us to finally do this, was it? And now you will have to face the consequences…” she whispers the last part as she slips her hand down into my panties. She pushes at my centre with two fingers causing yet another loud moan to escape from my throat.

“I thought I already did” My body is reacting to her yet again and it’d be oh so easy to let her carry on and take me all the way but I want us to actually do something other than just have sex today. I want to walk hand in hand with her. “Cat, no, not now… I want us to…uuhhh… can we…” I still her hand so I can finally get out what I need to say. “I want to take a walk with you. We can do this some other time, ok? Right now I want to just spend time outdoors in your company.”

“Sure. Later.” Catherine makes a thing of withdrawing her fingers sustaining maximum contact, running each of them over my clit as she reluctantly relinquishes her place in my pants.

“Thank you.” I don’t know what I’m thanking her for. She’s put me in that slightly uncomfortable state of arousal yet again. How I’m going to walk in this state beats me.

“Though I already could feel your knees going weak,” she whispers as she sucks her fingers into her mouth.

Ugh, this woman is going to be the death of me – but hey, what a way to go! “Of course you did, my knees are in a permanent weak state around you, but I do want to at least attempt to take a romantic walk with you and unfortunately we can’t do that with your hand between my legs.”

“Really? We can’t?” she teases. “Ok, let’s go then.”

We manage a lovely walk, hand-in-hand. The woods are literally teeming with birds, Nick would love it here. Many of these birds have to bear witness to the two new love-birds on the block necking like teenagers against random trees.


The End