Encouragement

This was written for the Unbound Improv challenge. First and last lines were given and are in bold type. This is my first stab at erotic writing, so be gentle -- though constructive, honest feedback would be greatly appreciated.



Disclaimer: Not my characters or my tv show. I just miss my husband a little too much right now! ; )



Rating: NC -17, to be safe. I’m not too good at figuring that out. Definitely sexual situations, though, so look out kiddies.



Summary: Not really, just harmless smutty fun. Probably not terribly in character. G/S, of course.







Encouragement





“Would you please stop doing that?” whispered Sara, though she was finding it particularly hard to speak coherently.



“What exactly would you like me to stop doing,” he whispered back, amusement and desire coloring his voice.



“Should I stop this?” as he nibbled on her left ear lobe. “Or this?” as he caressed her right breast through the gauzy fabric of her shirt. “Or maybe this?” as he pressed his knee knee firmly between her thighs. “Which should I stop doing, Sara?”



God, she loved the way he said her name when he was like this. But this was so not the time. They had to leave for work in half an hour.



“All of it!” she stated reluctantly. “Stop all of it. Please.” She knew she sounded almost desperate, was was afraid her tone would encourage him to continue his enticing actions, rather than dissuade him.



She was wrong.



“Okay,” Grissom said abruptly, practically dropping her onto the sofa as he stood and walked away from her, toward the kitchen.



Sara was momentarily stunned that he had given in so easily. Stunned, then a little pissed off. Was she that easy to walk away from? Had the only pleasure he’d felt during his ministrations been gained from teasing her?



He poured himself a glass of ice water, with nary a look back in her direction. But just as she was about to really let him have it she managed to get a quick glimpse of the gleam in his eyes. Oh, he was so busted.



“Just what do you need that ice water for, Gris?” she asked as seductively as possible.



“I’m thirsty.” He replied as nonchalantly as possible.



“For what?” she asked, continuing the caresses to the same breast that had moments before held Grissom’s attention.



Her actions didn’t go unnoticed.



Encouraged, she moved her other hand down to where his knee had been, rubbing herself through her jeans. She was so aroused now she thought her wetness might be sufficient to seep through the heavy fabric. As for work -- the hell with being on time.



Grissom took a long drink from the glass, his eyes transfixed on the spot between Sara’s legs.



“You haven’t answered me, Grissom. What is it you’re thirsty for?” She could tell she was getting to him, but if he didn’t drop the water soon and take a drink from her, she’d be getting to herself as well -- as in getting herself off. The look in his eyes alone was enough to bring her to the edge.



“Sara,” he began huskily, “you asked me to stop. And no means no.”



Well, she couldn’t argue with that. He har thr there -- and any way else that he wanted her.



“If you’re going to use logic on me, then I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself.”



Sara stopped her caresses and slowly removed her jeans, leaving on her thin, white, silky panties. So thin, Grissom could see the darkness of her hair through the white -- and the wetness.



Once Sara was free from the denim, she began ministering to herself in earnest. Instead of simply caressing herself through the fabric, she slipped her hand inside her panties and starting working herself toward orgasm. She never took her eyes off of Grissom’s.



He took another long drink, all amusement in his eyes now replaced with a heavy, yet piercing need.



Whether he gave in or not, Sara was enjoying this. She knew that it wasn’t easy for him to walk away from her -- he was simply as stubborn as she was. But she wanted him back on the sofa. She wanted him to remove her panties and sip from her cup. She’d orgasm, no matter what, and enjoy every second of it, but she would much prefer that he was the one who brought it about.



Grissom finished his water, and to Sara’s amazement, began refilling the glass, ice and all.



But she wasn’t done with him yet.



As she felt her orgasm nearing, as she began thrusting a finger in and out of herself, she allowed her eyes to close as she imagined it was his own hardness between her legs. Then she did what she knew would bring him straight to her.



“Grissom,” she called his name as her orgasm was nearly on top of her.



That did it. Well, he was at her side in a flash, but hnse nse nse wasn’t quite what she expected, as the ice water hit her, pouring down her face, stomach, and dripping between her legs, mixing with her own pouring liquids.



Sara stopped her actions as her eyes flew open and she involuntarily sat up, saying his name again, but in a much less loving tone.



“Grissom! What the hell are ...”



“Lay down,” he commanded.



Sara stopped speaking and felt new wetness, her breasts tingled and and her stomach fluttered, full of erotic butterflies.



She did as she was told -- only for him. And who was kidding who? It was for herself as well.



Grissom gently removed her panties and with his hand began making slow circles on her stomach, slick with the water. His circles moved lower and lower until he quickly slid two fingers inside of Sara, causing her to moan and arch her back gratefully. But he pulled them out as quickly as he’d inserted them.



His face was now close enough that their lips brushed against each other as he spoke.



“You are more than welcome to take care of yourself, Sara -- when I’m not around. Otherwise ...”



And suddenly his face was out of her sight; but thank God for that, because it was now between her aching thighs, and his tongue -- that biological marvel of a tongue, it had to be a miracle of nature -- was now thrusting in and out of her, and his thumb was on her clit and it was delicious -- for both of them, Sara was sure.



She wished she could have held on longer. She wished he would go back to teasing her a bit, instead of being so damn relentless. But she wasn’t going to stop him now, no way. So she had to let go and allow her body to lead her up, up, up -- until wave after wave crashed down on her, causing her to lose control of all higher brain function. Only the animal in her was left to groan and claw at the top of Grissom’s head as she came in his mouth, and he lapped up her orgasm as if he’d never get another drink of her in his lifetime -- yeah, whatever, Sara thought.



Sara was still lost in the sensation as she felt a new one invade her senses and her body -- Grissom had undressed his lower half sometime during her downfall and was now pumping his hard and oh so erect length inside of her. Sara found herself thrusting up to meet him, eliciting his own animalistic groans, and she knew it wouldn’t be long until the waves returned, this time crashing over him.



Grissom increased his pace, his forehead pressed against Sara’s, their eyes dancing in shared desire and love, and when he came he didn’t close his eyes, but forced them to stay open so Sara could see that his desire was strong and only for her, as was the love.



He collapsed on tf hef her, both of them spent yet energized by their shared intimacy. When their eyes reconnected it was laughter that filled them when they both uttered the same words, their minds and hearts thanking God that they’d finally cut the bullshit out of their relationship and given in to each other.



“That’s better.”







The End.