Upon Awakening

Grissom squirmed a bit and then opened his eyes. He looked around the room, his eyes
focusing on the familiar surroundings. He let out a sigh and brought a hand up to his
mouth as he yawned. The dream hadn’t been particularly frightening, just one that he was
glad to have over with.

He turned on his side and smiled at the woman beside him. Sara was still asleep, a few
strands of her across her face. Grissom reached out to tuck them back, being careful not
to wake her.

“You ok?” she mumbled.

“Yeah. Sorry, did I wake you?” he whispered.

“No, I was in that half-awake half-asleep sort of thing. Bad dream?” she asked, opening
her eyes to look at him.

“I’m fine,” he said, smiling.

“Oh. I thought maybe I would have to…comfort you if it was a bad dream.”

“Comfort?” he replied, an eyebrow raising, “What would that entail?”

“You’ll just have to wait until you have a bad dream.” She winked at him and Grissom
felt his face flush.

“Well, it was sort of bad. Maybe I could use a little comforting,” he teased.

She moved towards him and threw an arm around his waist, trying to get as close as
possible. She smiled when he put an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her
head. Her hand slid across his waist and then her palm glided lightly across his flesh,
causing it to respond with a throb. She laughed softly when he took a surprised breath of
air.

“You certainly woke up in a good mood,” he said after a few moments.

“Mmm-hmm,” Sara said absently, pressing a kiss against his chest. Her fingers lightly
curled around the quickly hardening shaft and she lightly stroked him.

“This is a little comforting…just so you know,” she smirked, looking up at Grissom.

Grissom tried to hide his smile and almost succeeded. “I lied Sara. It was the worst dream
in the world. Its horror will be forever burned on my psyche.”

Sara laughed lightly and placed another kiss on his chest. “My poor baby. I’ll try to
help.”

He gave a small grunt of protest when her hand left him, but was pleased when she
moved to straddle him. She kissed the center of his chest, bit lightly at his nipples, and
then dragged her tongue down his stomach. She moved herself down his body and, when
she had reached her destination, looked up to see Grissom’s flushed face.

With a wicked smile, she pulled the blankets over her head and wrapped her hand around
him again. She began to kiss the tops of his thighs, pleased when she felt his cock
throbbing in her hand.

Suddenly, the blankets were off and Sara stopped to look up at him. He didn’t say
anything, just met her gaze, making her blush. “Patience,” she said and went to pull the
blankets up again.

“Sara…wait. Stop,” he said. Sara was surprised and immediately panicked inside.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just…come here for a minute. I need to ask you something,” he replied,
pushing himself up so that he was against the headboard.

Curious, Sara did as he asked and straddled his lap, moving herself up so that his erection
pressed against her. Grissom gave a stern frown, but his eyes twinkled and Sara put an
innocent expression on her face. He smiled then and put his head on the back of her head,
pulling her down for a kiss. Sara moaned against his lips, her hands reaching down
between them, but Grissom caught her wrist.

“Don’t make this harder…I mean, difficult,” he said quickly, “I just want to know
something.”

“What?” Sara was quite intrigued by now.

“I want to know why you don’t want me to….watch you,” he asked, tracing a finger
along the strap of her camisole.

His meaning dawned on Sara and she looked away from him, embarrassed. He saw her
discomfort and decided to continue, explaining himself.

“You’ve done this for me before and it’s been wonderful, absolutely amazing. I thought
that it was just a matter of circumstance, but it happens every time. Don’t you like it?
You don’t have to do anything you don’t like,” he said, growing more serious when he
realized that she might be doing it when she didn’t really want to.

“No…no, I do like it. Really I do. It’s just…” she began and then trailed off.

“Just what? You like to watch me,” he whispered and Sara looked at him and bit her
bottom lip in a smile. She felt heat pass through her body, but it wasn’t because of
embarrassment. She had a mental image of Grissom’s head between her thighs, her
fingers wrapped in his hair. It was true, she did enjoy watching him please her. Grissom
stroked her shoulders lightly and waited for her to continue.

“It’s just that…I haven’t done this very often. I had one boyfriend,” and here she paused,
quickly checking to see Grissom’s reaction. He just nodded for her to continue. “I had
one boyfriend who told me he didn’t want to kiss me after watching me.”

Grissom opened his mouth and Sara quickly stopped him. “I know. I dumped him right
away. A jerk,” she said and Grissom closed his mouth, satisfied that Sara had gotten rid
of the guy.

“Anyway, I guess it made me sort of self-conscious and I never really tried it again. Then
you came along and made me want to do it, to make you happy and to make myself
happy and, as you know, afterward you kissed me and…I really liked it. You made me
feel…loved, not pressured or obligated. I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that”
she finished and shyly smiled at him.

He tilted his head and studied her for a moment, entranced with the vulnerability he saw
in her. “Sara, I would never want you to feel pressured and you saying no to anything
would never jeopardize my love for you. Do you know that? Nothing would make me
stop loving you.”

“I know. I love you too,” she said, feeling her heart swell and then feeling a tad ridiculous
that such a conversation could have that effect on her.

“You make me feel good and I would just like to see how you make me feel so good. I
think it would be a real turn-on to watch you,” he murmured into her hair.

His beard tickled her shoulder and she giggled and shrugged away. He smiled back at her
and Sara leaned forward and softly kissed him. She pulled a bit away and looked into his
eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

“Me too,” she replied and one hand reached down to stroke his cock again, making him
blink quickly and automatically thrust his hips up a little. She decided to reestablish the
mood they’d had before and kissed him again. Then, looking straight in his eyes, she
smirked and huskily whispered, “And I do like it Grissom. I like how your cock tastes
and how it feels so warm in my mouth. I love to suck it hard while I squeeze your
balls…you like that too, don’t you?”

It took a moment for Grissom to realize she had even asked him a question. “Yeah,” he
finally said, his eyes wide and looking into Sara’s. His shocked expression almost made
her laugh.

“And I really like it when you come, when that thick cream hits the back of my throat and
I get to swallow…oh, I really like that,” she finished, smiling when the muscles of his
neck flexed and his cock began to leak fluid.

“Sara…” was all he could say. She kissed him once more and then scooted down. He
quickly accommodated her and moved down a bit more, keeping himself propped up on
the pillows so that he was still at a good angle to watch her.

She pumped his shaft a few more times and then kissed the head. Grissom swallowed
hard as he watched her tongue come out and make tiny circles around the leaking slit.
Then she pushed her mouth around him and Grissom almost lost it then and there.
Watching him disappear inside her mouth as deeply as she could take him was amazing.
A low growl came from his chest. She moved up and then sucked hard on the head. She
kept her mouth on him and looked up; he could recognize the lust and power in her eyes.

“Jesus, Sara…maybe this wasn’t a good idea, I’m not going to last long,” he said with a
weak smile. This made her smile and she closed her eyes and slid her mouth down onto
him again.

She would always remember the warmth she felt when his hand came down to gently
stroke her hair. It was a loving, reverent touch, the backs of his fingers gliding against her
cheek, the back of her neck, and then the long, slow strokes on her hair.

For a moment, her hand replaced her mouth so that she could look at him. His eyes were
half-closed, an expression of bliss on his face and Sara couldn’t help but grin. “You’re so
beautiful…this is amazing,” he said quietly.

Sara closed her mouth around the head once again, still using her hand to stroke. After a
few moments of licks and kisses, she removed her hand and took him all the way into her
mouth. She’d never done this before, had never been able to relax her throat, but now she
felt so calm and relaxed, making it easier. Grissom’s surprised and helpless groan made
her want to reach down and touch herself, but she resisted. She knew he would want to
reciprocate and she preferred to have a slow build-up before her own release.

She began to move quickly, again Grissom was enthralled with the sight of her lips
around him, her head bobbing up and down. He felt a building pressure in his balls and,
as though she could sense it, Sara took a hand and gently squeezed them.

“God, Sara!...Oh, I’m, I’m gonna come…Sara,” Grissom panted.

Sara responded by squeezing him a bit harder, tightening her lips around him as well. She
looked up at him as best she could. He was looking back and when he saw her, he was
helpless. His breathing increased and then suddenly he took a bit deeper breath and held
it. Sara felt the gush hit the back of her throat. He let his breath out with a groan, only to
inhale sharply again as two more deep pulses were forced out of him.

He slumped back and Sara slowly licked him clean before moving herself up to lay her
head on his chest. She smiled to herself as she rose and fell along with his chest as he
regained control of his breathing.

“Sara, that was…wow…it was so…oh god,” he said in a happy voice.

She propped her head on her hand and looked at him, smiling with delight. “That good?”

“That good,” he agreed, nodding. He smiled and then caught the look in her eye, a sweet
shyness. His expression softened and he cupped his palm to her cheek. “C’mere,” he said.

She did, feeling a combination of lovely satisfaction and fierce arousal. Grissom wrapped
his arms around her and kissed her firmly. She kissed him back, desperate to make him
know how much this meant to her---his trust and acceptance. As they kissed, he began to
roll her over onto her back. He broke away from her lips and kissed her jawline, then
lightly nipped her earlobe. “Now,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, “it is time
for you to watch me.”

Sara sighed and ran her fingers through his hair as he moved down her body.


The End.