Unwinding

Sara used her key to let herself into Grissom’s condo. Walking into the bedroom she heard the shower running in the adjoining bath. Sara began setting out the things she had brought with her. She lit candles, turned back the covers, started a Nora Jones CD and turned off the lamp casting the room into shadow. She stripped down to her black tank top and panties and sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned back on her hands, crossed her legs and waited on Grissom to appear.

Sara and Grissom had begun dating a few months ago. They were taking things slow, spending time together, talking and becoming friends. During that time they had engaged in some very imaginative and satisfying sex. The physical side of their relationship was intense. From their very first time together Grissom had been very in tune with her needs. She had always wondered if his single-minded concentration on the job would carry over to the bedroom. In this case, the reality was much better than the fantasy. An opportunity for her to concentrate solely on him couldn’t be passed up. Besides, he needed it.

The last few days had been a political nightmare at work. The tension between Grissom and Ecklie seemed to be escalating by the minute. Even though the entomologist was one of the best CSI’s in the country Ecklie had the ear of the powers-that-be. The change in the status between her and Grissom was merely adding fuel to the fire. Amazingly, none of the others on their shift seemed surprised by the burgeoning relationship. It seemed that everyone had expected this to happen. Sara honestly thought Nick and Warrick had a bet riding on how long before the two moved in together. Even Catherine, who acted like a mother hen when it came to Grissom, was not unhappy about the situation.

Sara heard the water stop and her stomach tightened in anticipation. Usually, they shared breakfast before going home to bed – either separately or together. This morning she had left before Grissom and he declined her invitation to meet at the diner. His promise to call later was half-hearted. She knew he wanted to be alone. She only hoped he would give her to chance to explain her presence in his bedroom since she wasn’t spoiling for their first official fight.

Grissom opened the bathroom door and stopped in his tracks. The look on his face was a cross between surprise and annoyance. Tightening the towel around his waist he took a few steps into the bedroom. Taking in the woman on his bed, he felt his body respond even though his brain only wanted sleep.

“What’s all this?” he asked Sara, his eyebrow raised in the way only he could.

She stood up and walked the last few steps to put them within touching distance. “I know things have been stressful at work,” she said, “and I wanted to help you relax. I thought you might like a massage.” Her lips curved up in a half smile as she waited on his response.

“Sara,” Grissom began, “I…um…I’m just really tired. I don’t feel up to any ‘company’ right now.” This was said while looking at the floor. His expression said he was afraid he had hurt her feelings.

She reached up and laid her hand on his cheek. “No strings,” she said softly, “This isn’t about me. Just lie down. Let me help.”

With a deep sigh, Grissom raised his eyes to hers. The utter exhaustion she saw on his face caused Sara’s heart to ache. At Grissom’s nod Sara took his hand and led him to the bed. Handing her the towel from around his waist, Grissom lay face down in the middle of the bed.

Sara placed the towel on the bedside table and picked up the bottle of massage oil she had put there. She knelt on the bed beside Grissom. Squirting a small amount into the palm of her hand she began warming the oil. As she placed her hands on Grissom’s shoulders, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, “No talking. Just let go.”

Sara began to slowly knead Grissom’s shoulders. Searching out the knotted muscles she worked to unravel the kinks. Time lost all meaning. The room was quiet save for the soothing music and the steady breathing of its occupants. With long, smooth strokes Sara worked from Grissom’s shoulders to the small of his back, eliciting low moans from him.

Putting more oil on her hands, Sara turned her body so that Grissom’s legs and feet were within her reach. She began to run her hands firmly over the cheeks of his ass causing him to squirm. Alternating between deep massage and light strokes Sara began her assault on the lower half of his body. She paid homage to his calves using her thumbs to put pressure down the length of the muscles. Reaching his feet she massaged the arches and the ball of each foot.

Positioning herself between Grissom’s ankles and sitting back on her feet, Sara paused for a moment to admire the view. Curly salt-and-pepper hair, strong neck, broad shoulders, well muscled arms with powerful hands, trim waist and a nice ass, what more could a girl ask for? The fact his body was a little heavier in places than someone in their twenties only made him sexier in her eyes. Leaning forward Sara ran her hands from Grissom’s ankles to the tops of his thighs. Rising she let the tips of her fingers trail back along the same path. Leaning forward again, she placed a gentle kiss on the back of each knee. Grissom gasped at the unexpected contact. Sara began an exploration of Grissom’s thighs with her lips, teeth and tongue. Alternately nibbling, licking and placing hot, wet kisses, she worked her way from the sensitive backs of his knees to the firm cheeks of his ass. Biting playfully and soothing with soft kisses, Sara lavished attention on Grissom’s backside. When she noticed Grissom reaching down to adjust his penis to a more comfortable position a purely feminine smile lit her face.

Somewhere along the way Sara had become aroused too. The feel and smell of him were enough to raise her heart rate. She could feel the tingle between her thighs – the heat. Her nipples were hard and aching. Her hands seemed to move of their on volition. The taste of his skin was more intoxicating than any liquor. Her entire reason for being, at this point in time, was to please the man spread out in front of her. Nothing else mattered. What had once been about relaxation was suddenly about seduction. Her love for this man (surely it couldn’t be anything less) made her bold. She wanted to explore every inch of his body. She wanted to know him more intimately than he knew himself. Sara’s next move caused a delighted moan to escape Grissom’s throat. She bent her head and licked the strip of flesh between his scrotum and anus. Grissom’s voice was ragged when he called her name.

“Shhhh,” Sara said, “just relax.”

Sara moved up to straddle Grissom’s hips. She began to move up his body using her lips, teeth and tongue. A purring sound started deep in Grissom’s throat. She could feel the vibrations. She knew that he could feel her moist heat against his ass and the thought made her even more aroused. She placed soft kisses on his spine. She licked and bit the ridge of muscle running along either side. Using her nails, Sara lightly raked from his neck to the small of his back.

Moving off to one side, Sara quietly instructed Grissom to roll over onto his back. She couldn’t suppress the growl that came from her throat as his erection came into view. It was beautiful. She felt like Goldilocks – it was not too big, not too small, but just right! Dragging her eyes away from Grissom’s hardness, Sara reached for his right hand and began to massage his palm. She worked her way up from there, massaging the firm muscles of his forearm and then his biceps and triceps. She raised his hand to her mouth and sucked each finger, circling them with her tongue. Moving across his body she repeated her actions on his left arm. As soon as Sara released his left hand Grissom reached for her. She caught his hands in hers and returned them to the bed.

“Don’t,” she said. “If you touch me I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“But I want …” Grissom started only to be cut off by Sara’s finger on his lips.

“I want to make love to you,” Sara whispered. “Let me do this for you. Please?”

Grissom placed his hands behind his head and looked at Sara through heavy lidded eyes. “Kiss me,” he said hoarsely.

Sara complied with a tenderness she had never known she possessed. Hands resting on his chest, Sara softly and gently laid her mouth on his. With lips slightly parted, she let the kiss linger, sharing her breath with him. Pulling back, Sara licked her lips, savoring the taste of him. She began running her fingers through his hair while placing sweet little kisses all over his face. His cheeks, eyelids, nose and chin all received her attention. She paused for a moment to rub her cheek against his enjoying the feel of his beard against her skin.

Sara began licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of his throat. She could feel Grissom’s breathing becoming more rapid. He tilted his head back to allow her better access to the vulnerable spot just under his chin. Sara let her lips linger at the hollow of his throat before kissing her way down his chest. She spent a moment sucking first one nipple and then the other. She loved the way they tightened under her ministrations. She loved the way something that simple could make Grissom moan and tangle his fingers in her hair. Sara continued her downward trek kissing along the bottom of his rib cage. She moved lower placing open mouthed kisses randomly over his abdomen. She paused to run her tongue around his belly button and then down his happy trail. She raised her eyes to Grissom’s face when she heard the breath catch in his throat. Sitting back on her heels, Sara let her hands trail over Grissom’s torso while she absorbed the sight of him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted and his face flushed. His arousal was lying hot and heavy against his belly, leaking a clear stream of pre-cum. His chest rose and fell with every rapid breath he took. He was completely at her mercy.

Moving to kneel between his splayed legs; Sara began by running her fingers through the nest of crisp curls at his groin. Avoiding his erection, Sara bent over and nuzzled his pubic hair; inhaling the scent that was purely Grissom. She used her fingernails to draw lazy patterns on his inner thighs. The sight of her fairness against his darker skin, the hair curling between her fingers, was very erotic. Sara made a mental note to buy some red fingernail polish. She imagined the color would make the picture even more enticing.

Without touching his penis, Sara reached out and cupped his balls with one hand while continuing to create designs on his skin with the other. Grissom moaned deep in his throat when Sara opened her mouth and blew a warm, moist breath over his balls. Sara began to flick the tip of her tongue up his length. She took him in her hand and licked the sensitive spot just below the head. Turning her head to the side, she ran her open mouth up and down his shaft making it well lubed for her next move. She could feel the veins throbbing against her lips, feel his hands in her hair and hear the moans rumbling in his throat. All of these things made her desire to please him even greater.

Reaching the head of his penis, Sara turned her head and took him into her mouth. She felt, as well as heard, the hiss of air leaving Grissom’s lungs. Holding the base of his penis with her hand, Sara ran her tongue around the head of his penis. She removed him from her mouth and blew a cooling stream of air across the wet tip. Her tongue snaked out to lick his juice from her lips. Opening her mouth she slid him in as far as she could. Using her hand to massage the base of his penis, she moved it in rhythm with her mouth. She kept a slow and steady pace. Her goal was to prolong this for as long as possible. She continued to slide her mouth up and down his penis until she felt his legs tensing. Sara lifted her head and smiled as Grissom’s eyes slid open.
Grissom couldn’t remember ever feeling like this. He ached for release but wanted to prolong this delicious agony for as long as possible. He opened his eyes to gaze at the woman kneeling on his bed. He was overwhelmed by the look in her eyes. Her heart was there for him to see. He knew then, without a doubt, that she loved him. His eyes drifted closed again as Sara resumed her exploration of his body.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, “I don’t know how much of that I can stand.”

“You just let me know when you are ready for it to stop,” Sara told him in a husky voice, “I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I don’t want it to ever end,” said Grissom.

Smiling, Sara bent her head to him again. Using a gentle suction, she took him in as far as she could and then pulled back until all the remained within the warm confines of her mouth was the sensitive tip. Sara kept the pace leisurely. There was no need to rush. She took him to the edge time after time. She changed the pressure of her mouth and hands; alternately sucking, licking and nipping, using his moans as her guide. Opening her eyes, she watched the expressions moving across Grissom’s face as her mouth pleasured him. Sara didn’t think she had ever been this in tune with another person. Instinctively she knew when to increase her pace and when to pull back and let the tension recede. She wasn’t a virgin. However, this went beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

“Sara,” Grissom said with a hoarse voice, “Please…”

Pulling her mouth from his throbbing penis she asked, “Please what?”

“Please. I need to come,” Grissom moaned out.

Sara sat still for a moment, enjoying the sight of the impenetrable Gil Grissom completely caught up in the moment. His eyes were closed. His breath was coming in short pants. His hands gripped the sheets tightly. Without another word, Sara bent and took him in her mouth again. This time she pulled out all the stops. Sara used one hand to massage his balls and the other to cover the length her mouth couldn’t accommodate. Increasing the suction, she began moving her mouth and hand in unison. Grissom began to move his hips in rhythm with Sara, pumping his penis in and out of her warm, wet mouth. His groans turned in to unintelligible grunts. In response, Sara began to moan, sending vibrations through her mouth to his erection while increasing her pace.

“Oh my God,” he panted, “I’m coming!” His body went rigid and his erection seemed to pulse in her hand.

Sara continued to pump his penis as she swallowed Grissom’s hot cum. Her movements slowed as she rode out his orgasm. When she felt his body relax and his penis begin to soften she pulled her mouth from him and laid her head on his stomach to catch her breath. She felt Grissom’s hand in her hair. She could hear his heart pounding and feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Raising her head the saw Grissom looking down at her. “Come here,” he said.

Sara slid up until her face was even with his. He used his hand to pull her down for a kiss. She knew that he could taste himself on her. He didn’t seem to mind as his tongue moved between her lips. Pulling back, Grissom said, “That was amazing. You are amazing.” His voice was awestruck.

“It was amazing for me too,” Sara whispered. “I enjoyed watching you like that.”

“Like what?” Grissom wanted to know.

“Out of control,” Sara told him, with a smile, as she snuggled into his side.

The End