Affliction

Chapter 4.
Sara carefully undressed Michael and put him in his pyjamas as Grissom pulled back the bed sheets. He flopped softly in Sara’s caring hands as he remained asleep, his head finally falling to rest on her chest.
“Poor baby…he’s exhausted”, Sara said, softly placing a kiss on Michael’s forehead.
“I’m not surprised. I think our son is a party animal. He wore out half of our guests.”
Sara grinned as she softly lay Michael down and covered him with the blankets. She kissed him once more on the forehead before whispering, “Good night sweetie”.
She stood back and watched the child sleep for a few moments, leaning back against Grissom’s chest as he tenderly slipped his arm about her waist. The bedroom door slowly opened and Claire popped her head in.
“Everything ok?”
Sara nodded and headed towards the door.
“Good night, Champ” Grissom whispered and they left the bedroom.
They both sighed together. “Time for us to call it a night, too,” Grissom said.
Claire nodded. “Will you be joining us for breakfast?”
Grissom looked at Sara. “Probably…” he started, trailing off as Sara shot him a look.
“Yes we will”, she stated firmly before grasping Grissom’s hand to lead him towards the door. “Night Claire.”
Grissom placed his arm around Sara’s waist as they headed for the elevator. They were on the top floor in one of the best suites the hotel had to offer. When the doors opened, Grissom ushered Sara into the elevator. The instant they closed the newlyweds were all over each other. Their lips collided with ferocity. Their hands roamed furiously. Grissom grabbed Sara around the waist and pulled her against him. Slowly, he backed her up until she was against the cool metal of the elevator doors.
“Ooooh…” Sara groaned into his mouth, feeling his hardness growing against her thigh. She managed to break free from his lips.
“Gil…if these doors open too fast we’ll both end up on the floor.”
Grissom hummed his agreement as his lips roamed the smooth silky skin of her neck. As the elevator doors opened with a muted ping he stepped back, pulling her with him.
Looking at each other, they laughed.
“Close call,” Sara giggled.
With a smile, Grissom took her by the hand and led her down the corridor in search of their suite.
"Here we go, Mrs. Grissom..." He unlocked the door with the key card and, before Sara could say anything, he had scooped her off her feet into his arms.
"Gil!" Sara screeched giddily, taken completely by surprise. Her arms quickly encircled his neck for support.
Grissom smiled as he carried Sara into their room, kicking the door shut behind him.
"Oooh my..." Sara gasped as she looked around the room. It was amazing. Dozens of red roses, champagne chilling, a huge basket of fresh fruit, chocolates and, most important of all, a huge queen sized bed. One thing that caught Sara’s attention immediately was the mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere. The erotic possibilities made her throb.
Sara grinned to herself. “You think the bed is big enough?”
“Oh I think it will do unless…..you want to take the couch.”
“No way, mister…I intend to sleep in that bed with my husband!”
“Yes ma’am!” he replied, carrying Sara across the room to the bed. He placed her on her feet and looked deep into her eyes. His arms encircled her waist and he pulled her towards him. Sara smiled and slid her arms slowly around his neck. The moment was perfect.
"Are you happy?" Grissom asked softly.
"Immensely." Sara moved her lips closer to his.
Grissom smiled. "Would you like some champagne?"
Sara thought for a second. "Hmm, maybe later. There is something else I want right now. Plus, I don't really like to drink with the baby...you know."
Grissom looked down at her stomach and softly placed his hand on her abdomen. She was barely showing. If you didn’t know she was pregnant, you probably wouldn't even notice.
"That's why you've been drinking juice all day...."
Sara grinned and nodded. "Thought I'd save up the little treat I’m allowed so I could have it with you." She reached up and began to loosen his tie, pulling it away and tossing it over her shoulder. Then she began tugging his shirt out of his pants. "So...about that thing I was wanting."
"Thing?" Grissom asked huskily. "What thing is that?" He slowly skimmed his hands down her sides.
Sara smiled as she began to unbutton his shirt. "You."
"Oh, that thing."
Sara popped the last button, pulling his shirt open to reveal his chest. Not bad for a man in his fifties, she thought, not bad at all. She stroked his skin, sliding her hands under the fabric and pushing it off. She skimmed her hands down his abdomen and began tugging at his belt but he quickly covered her hands with his to halt her.
She looked quizzically into his eyes.
"I think it’s my turn," he said softly, "And I can put my hands wherever I want to. Remember?"
Sara felt her stomach clench in anticipation as a familiar sensation began to pulse through her. She watched as Grissom knelt in front of her. He lifted her left foot and removed her shoe, then her right. His hands slowly worked their way back up her legs, caressing every single inch of skin he encountered along the way.
“Do you have any idea how much I love your legs, honey?”
Sara swallowed hard as his hands reached her thighs.
“So soft….so perfect….so mine.” His voice hitched slightly as he found the tops of her thighs.
Sara instinctively opened her legs at his touch. She closed her eyes as his questing fingers reached her panties. He could feel her arousal through the material as he brushed over the damp fabric.
“Do you know how I feel when I see you this wet for me?” Grissom’s voice was ragged, his breath ghosting over her bare skin. Sara moaned softly as he slipped a finger under her panties and inside her, sliding it slowly in and out. He looked up to see her blushing heavily, her eyes closed her face soft with arousal. He smiled, slipped his finger from her body and stood.
Sara whimpered slightly as her eyes flickered open to meet his. He took her hand and led her across the room away from the bed. Sara frowned slightly as they stopped at the far side of the room. “What…..?”
Grissom placed a finger over her lips, his eyes locked on hers. He placed a lingering kiss on her lips before moving to stand behind her. His teeth nipped at her ear lobe.
“Look in front of you,” he requested.
Sara’s gaze looked head on and she struggled to focus. She gasped when she realised what she stood before. Straight ahead hanging on the wall was a huge full length mirror. Grissom placed his arms around her waist and urged her forward until they were only a few feet away.
“I want my wife to see what I see when I pleasure her. The pleasure she gives me when I touch her…..feel her….take her….make her come.” Grissom punctuated his words with soft kisses along the column of her neck. “Will you watch for me, Sara?”
Sara’s heart was pounding so hard now she could hardly hear herself think. The ache between her legs was unbearable. But, truth be told, the idea of watching them in the mirror scared the shit out of her. She tried to turn to him but he tightened his grip, holding her in place. She looked into the mirror, staring into his eyes, then into her own. She was amazed at the fire she saw burning within both.
“Sara?” His breath was light against the side of her face.
“Yes…” She managed to whisper.
Grissom cupped her chin softly in on of his hands and turned her head to kiss her over her shoulder. Their lips collided with such passion that Sara knew if he wasn’t holding her up she would have fallen. Their lips parted and Grissom smirked seeing how glazed Sara’s eyes had become.
“Watch...” He turned her head back to the mirror.
She watched as his muscular hands slowly slid down her sides and he bent to grip the bottom of her dress. He pulled it up and, when she lifted her arms, over her head. The fabric floated to the floor as he snaked his arms back around her waist, his fingers gliding over her stomach. Grissom watched her as she watched him. She felt a little exposed and the pang in her belly was not just arousal, some nerves were twitching there too. Yet she found herself captivated by his touch. She was aching for him now. She could feel his erection against her buttocks as his hands continued to move over her body. As Grissom unclipped her bra and slid it off her arms, Sara’s eyes slid closed. He reached to the champagne bucket, smiling to himself, and picked up an ice cube.
“Sara, honey, open your eyes.”
Dazedly, Sara did as requested.
Grissom held up the ice cube so she could see it. “I remember a certain little game you played with me once. Do you remember?” He grinned devilishly before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.
“Uh huh…” Sara replied her stomach tingling as she remembered tormenting a blindfolded Grissom several years ago.
“Well honey,” Grissom placed the cube on her shoulder and she jumped slightly, “Now it’s my turn!”
He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head back against his shoulder. Holding her gently in place so that her gaze stayed on the mirror, he gently brushed the ice cube along the front of her throat and down along the valley between her breasts. She shuddered at its feel and tried to squirm a little but Grissom held her still. He moved the cube to her left breast, slowly over her nipple.
“Ahhhh…,” Escaped from her lips as the ice melted, the cool water trickling down and over her stomach.
“Gil….?” She pleaded. He grinned as the ice disintegrated completely. Grabbing another cube, he went to work on the right breast. He watched her reflection. Her face was flushed, her eyes glittering with desire.
“Pleeeease……” Sara gasped as the second cube became nothing but cool water running down her skin.
Grissom smiled against the back of her neck. He loved the desperate tone in her voice. She was consumed by need, and all for him. His hands skated over the wet flesh of her abdomen to her panties. Hooking his fingers under the elastic, he slowly knelt, pulling them down her sumptuous legs. Sara quickly stepped out of them as Grissom stood. He placed one arm firmly around her waist and pulled her tightly against him, groaning as she pressed back against his throbbing cock, grinding against him through the fabric of his pants. Slowly, teasingly, his other hand slid around her hip and into the glistening curls between her thighs.
Sara gasped as his finger easily entered her wetness followed quickly by a second.
“Ooohh…god…,” She groaned as his thumb began to slowly rub over her clit. Her head fell back against his shoulder and her eyes closed once more as she swayed her hips to the movement of his hand.
“Open your eyes Sara”, he whispered holding onto her more firmly. “I want you to see what I see when you come for me.”
Her eyes reluctantly flickered open. She was amazed at what she saw looking back at her. She had never seen herself like this. So exposed, so aroused, so flushed. Totally at the mercy of the man she loved. He’s there behind her, intent on nothing more than pleasing her. His eyes told her that he was just as aroused as she was. That’s why she loved him so much. It was always about the two of them. Suddenly, he began to rub faster and nipped firmly at her neck.
“Ooohh…..shit…..Gil…..baby…..” Her hips began to swing violently. “Gillll….baby….I’m go….I’m…..oh….gonna……”
“Come Sara,” he growled.
She did. Hard and heavy around his moving fingers. Gushing her juices onto his slowing digits.
“Giiiiiiillllll!” She screamed before her whole sagged as her knees weakened.
Grissom held onto her, supporting her weight. He gently removed his fingers from her and pulled her close to him. Watching her through the mirror, he gave her a few moments to recover. When her head rose and she met his gaze, he grinned cheekily. Holding her eyes with his, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Sara gasped at the sight, her eyes glazing once again. He gently kissed his way down her neck, rekindling the tingling in her lower belly. She spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hard with brazen desire. The taste of herself on his lips only spurred her on. Finally she pulled away, nipping at his bottom lip as she went. Now Grissom’s eyes glazed over as the need for his wife took over his senses.
Once again Sara reached for his belt, but this time he didn’t stop her. When she had it unbuckled, she worked the button from its hole and slowly pulled down the zipper, never once taking her eyes from his. She quickly lowered his pants and boxers to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Sara glanced down at him and her eyes glittered at the sight of his erection standing proud and firm against his stomach. She looked up at him grinning, licking her lips seductively.
Grissom shook his head. “I don’t think that would be such a good idea, honey…..I want to be in you when I come.
”Sara pouted against the faint sense of disappointment. “I was looking forward to tasting you.”
Grissom smiled as he ushered her slowly backwards towards the bed. “Maybe later…….”
Sara backed up slowly, watching Grissom advance, until she hit the bed.
Grissom reached up and ran a hand tenderly through her hair before he cupped her cheek in his palm. His thumb traced over the glorious outline of her cheekbone as he looked into her eyes.
“Sara, you are so beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned forward, kissing her with deliberate passion. Sara’s eyes closed as she leaned into the warmth of his hungry mouth. His lips sent jolts of electricity through her whole body before he pulled away slowly. Now he planted soft kisses slowly across her face and down to her neck. Gently fluttering over the pulse in her throat, his tongue snaking out to give a soft touch before gently sucking on the skin.
Sara moaned, feeling his teeth gently nipping at her skin. Her hands rose to tangle in his greying curls as she arched her neck slightly, allowing him better access.
Grissom smiled against her skin before he fluttered kisses along her collarbone, nipping softly. He breathed soft kisses upon the curve of her breast. After he let his tongue trace along the swell of flesh, he finally took the nipple into his mouth. Sara arched her back, pressing against his seeking mouth, her hands tightening in his locks. She couldn’t take much more of this and she was pretty sure he couldn’t either. She tugged on his hair pulling him up, her lips crashing ravenously onto his, as she yanked him close. A slight growl escaped his lips as he felt Sara rub against him.
Sara pulled away. “I need you….in me….now.” She demanded.
Her words flared through him like liquid heat. He lowered her onto the bed. His body finally covers hers as he settles between her thighs.
Their eyes met and Sara placed both hands upon his slightly flushed cheeks. “Make love to me. Show me what you’re made of.”
Grissom’s eyes swirled with desire before he dipped his head to take her mouth once again. Sara felt his warm hand against her thigh as he shifted slightly. He grasped his hardness and positioned himself at her opening. Pausing for a second, he captured her gaze once more.
Sara smiled, softly stroking his cheek.
“Ready?“ He asked, his voice husky, his gaze hot.
Sara’s hips hitched, letting his erection ease just inside her. “More than you know...“
Watching her, he saw her eyes flutter closed. Slowly, he pushed into her, all of him.
“Ssssaaraaa,” he hissed on a long breath. ”Open your eyes….”
Slowly, Sara’s eyes slid open. She gazed up at him to find a look of unadulterated love and passion looking back at her. Her right leg snaked around to hook over his hip and her hands gripped his shoulders.

After what felt like forever, he slanted his lips across hers in a passionate kiss before he began to move.

“Oooh baby….“ Sara let go of a low cry against his lips as he thrust hard into her and began a steady slow rhythm. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs trembled against his hips; her eyes fought back the tears, as the sweet emotion of the moment over took her.
Grissom halted feeling her trembling beneath him.
“Are you ok?” His eyes searched her face, his concern shining out at her.
Sara nodded, her breath caught in her throat at the exquisite feeling of being filled completely by the other half of her soul… the other half of her being.
“I want to feel you, every inch of you… knowing you will never leave me.” A tear fell down her cheek. “Make love to me, please. Don‘t ever stop.”
She wrapped her other leg now firmly around him, her body arching up into his.
He started to move within her. Her warm wetness surrounded him, holding him and he shuddered, balancing his weight on his palms above her. A moan escaped Sara’s trembling lips as she felt him gently withdraw only to return to fill her completely again. She couldn’t draw a complete breath as she matched each of his slow, gentle thrusts.
Grissom trembled as Sara began to writhe underneath him, her hips pushing up into his, her body engulfing him, accepting all of him. She shifted beneath him as she brought her legs up higher to wrap tightly around his waist.

Grissom let his left hand cup her cheek while he softly kissed her lips. He tilted his hips with a soft cry, sliding back into her body, the new angle allowing him to sink deeper. His hips kept a slow and steady rhythm, which Sara mimicked, drawing a groan from deep within him. Sara’s breathing was rapid her breasts heaving in exertion. Her head began to toss from side to side. Her eyes clenched shut as she focused on the feel of him moving in and out of her body. She felt Grissom’s lips brush over her throat, his teeth nipping at the sweat slicked skin. She was caught in a whirlwind of passion and she lifted her face to Grissom’s, loving the feel of his cheek against hers, his breath hot against her ear. As Grissom’s thrusts became more intense, Sara knew he was now struggling to hold on to the thin thread of his control.
Grissom felt Sara’s body shift underneath him and his need for release climbed another notch. “Tell me, Sara. Tell me what you want.” He bit back a groan, struggling to hold back as he slid nearly all the way out then pushed himself ever so slowly back inside of her. He grunted in pleasure as her back arched and she gave a quiet cry. When she didn’t respond, he stilled for a second, pulling himself almost completely from her body once again.
Sara moaned in annoyance and looked into his lust filled eyes.
“I want you….hard Gil….fuck me hard.” Her voice was rough with need, her words ending on a sob.
Grissom bent forward and placed a lingering kiss on her swollen lips. Then, with a hard thrust, he thrust into her, all gentleness lost in the demands of his body. Sara’s body arched, her head falling back against the pillow. A wavering cry of pleasure filled the air and Grissom drank the sound from her mouth. His body shuddered as his orgasm built toward the point of inevitability. . Burying his face against her neck, Grissom grunted his pleasure against her soft skin.
”Gah!...Harder...so fucking...so close,” Sara whispered against the shell of his ear.
Grissom began pounding into her, his strokes sloppy, his lips sliding over her throat. “Come on, Sara. Come on. Can’t hold on...” His words were punctuated by his gasps for air. Finally, with an earth shattering cry, Grissom exploded. “Sara…..!”
As she felt his cock, throb and pulse within her, his seed like liquid fire, Sara’s body arched one last time, and with a loud cry, she came apart in his arms.
“Ooooohhh…..Godddddddd!” She came hard around him, milking every last drop of semen from him.
He collapsed on top of her, his head between her breasts, panting heavily. She clung to him tightly, struggling with her own breath. He finally managed to look up, sweat trickling down his face. Sara’s eyes were closed and her cheeks wet with what looked like tears.
“Honey…are you ok? I didn‘t hurt you did I?” He gasped, still attempting to regain his breath.
Sara smiled at him before leaning up to kiss him tenderly on the forehead. “I am….hmmm….absolutely…..perfect.”
Now it was Grissom’s turn to smile. “Yes you are.”