Aphrodisiac

Sara walked through the pumpkin patch, the damp earth and straw padding her steps. Stooping, she lifted one round pumpkin, closely examining the exterior of the orange gourd. Wiping away stray dirt, counting the nicks and finding a soft spot, she gave a disappointed sigh and put the pumpkin back down.

Standing, Sara shot a small glance in Grissom’s direction, who was standing a few feet in front of her, blatantly annoyed with Sara’s task. Giving a sigh he moved a few more feet down, giving Sara space to examine the next twenty pumpkins.

Sara gave a small smirk as Grissom shoved his hands in his pockets, watching as she picked up the next pumpkin for examination.

“It’s just a pumpkin, Sara. You’re going to carve it, eat the seeds, use the pulp to make pie and throw it away when it rots. Does it need to be perfect?”

“Yes,” she stated simply, setting down the pumpkin and grabbing the next one. “It’s our first Halloween, Grissom. I want it to be nice.”

He gave a small laugh, “It’s not exactly a Hallmark holiday for lovers, dear.”

Sara snorted, finally coming up from her squatting position. Brushing off her hands, she walked over to Grissom, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He turned his head to look at her as she rested her chin on his left shoulder. Standing on her tiptoes, she let out a tiny squeak as Grissom’s lips came down, placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose.

Giggling, Sara leaned in farther, whispering in Grissom’s ear, “Mmm, kiss me.”

Grissom’s soft lips came down on her own, his tongue barely peaking out to trace the seam of her lips before he pulled back from the chaste kiss. Sara gave a small sigh of content as she unwrapped her arms from Grissom’s waist. Kneeling back down, Sara began to once more examine the row of pumpkins.

“You know,” Sara started, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “the pumpkin is an aphrodisiac.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

Sara laughed, giving a small smile, “Really.”

“Hm.”

Grissom knelt down next to Sara, his large hands picking up an almost perfectly round pumpkin. He looked over it carefully before turning to Sara.

“I count two nicks,” he said, giving the pumpkin a small squeeze, “and no soft spots.”

Sara watched as he unconsciously ran his fingers over the ridges on the pumpkin’s surface, working in soft circles, the same way he peppered his fingers over her flesh. A sudden rush of desire coursed through her body, her pulse quickening. Catching his eye, she saw his feral gaze, his irises now a deep blue.

“I think it’s time to make pie.”

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He watched her flit around the kitchen at an almost maddening pace. Every so often he’d get a glimpse of her marvelously long legs from behind the counter and almost sigh at the thought of touching them. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, however, a few strands managed to escape lightly framing her face. A smudge of flour stood out on her cheek and the shirt she was wearing, his shirt, had the top few buttons undone, the right sleeve falling down over her shoulder revealing the black lacy strap of her bra. The sight of her perfect ass as she bent to place the pie in the oven—simply stunning.

He wanted to take her right there on the counter.

Walking over to the counter, he leaned against it, watching as Sara finally glanced up from her recipe. Coming in front of her, he pinned her against the counter, planting his arms on either side of her waist. Her face broke out into a smile, her gap-toothed grin lighting up the room.

“Half an hour and then you can eat pie,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose.

Grissom gave a dark laugh, “Oh Sara, the only thing I want to eat is you.”

Sara felt the liquid pool between her legs as his words hit her. The smile fell off her face as her lips formed a perfectly shaped ‘O’, a soft moan escaping her lips. God, all he had to do was speak and she was turned on.

His lips curled upwards as he moved in closer, pressing their two bodies together, her smooth legs pinned in between his own. Grissom felt her give a breathy sigh as she turned her neck, exposing it to his hungry lips. Bending slightly, he placed a small kiss where her neck met jaw, suckling lightly on the flesh. A low rumble vibrated through his lips as he traveled downward along her jaw line.

“Mmm, you taste like cinnamon,” he murmured against her skin, his lips now resting mere centimeters from her own.

Sara was quick to close the gap between their lips, pulling his lower lip into her mouth, giving it a small nibble before allowing Grissom to draw back slightly, thrusting his tongue into her inviting mouth. She moaned against his mouth, pushing her now aching breasts against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck drawing herself closer.

He pulled back, his breath coming out in heavy pants. Moving his arms from the counter, he brought them down to firmly grasp Sara’s hips, pulling tightly against his growing cock. Finding a mind of their own, his hips ground into hers as he gruffly grunted in her ear, “Want you.”

Her heart was rapidly beating against her chest, her hips matching the rhythm Grissom’s own hips had set as she groaned in response, “Have me.”

Seeing the look in her eye, her pupils nearly black, he nearly tore off her shirt, haphazardly tossing it behind him not caring where it landed. His hands roamed over her barrier free skin, feeling the goose bumps break out under his touch.

As his fingers danced across her skin, Sara’s own hands fell from his neck attempting to unbutton his own shirt. Failing, she tore the shirt off his chest, buttons flying in every direction.

“Sara!”

She licked her lips as she stared at his bare chest. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“I don—oh!” he started, but stopped just as quickly as Sara’s heated lips came down around one of his nipples, drawing the small nub into her mouth. She grinned as she pulled back and blowing softly, watched as the nub hardened under her breath.

Her hands ran up the smooth plane of his abdomen, feeling his muscle ripple beneath her touch. She followed his chest upward, tracing the dips and curves of his pectorals and his strong shoulders as she pushed his shirt to the ground.

As Sara’s hands and lips roamed across his shoulders and chest, Grissom’s own hands were busy teasing the tender flesh of her breasts through the black lacy bra. His thumbs brushed against her swollen nipples, watching her head dip back under his caress.

“Oh God,” she gasped out as Grissom’s continued to brush across her sensitive skin, “Stop teasing Grissom.”

He wasted no time finding the clasp of her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders onto the floor. Quicker than she could comprehend, she felt Grissom’s heated mouth surrounding her right nipple, drawing it gently into his mouth. Her hands wound their way into his hair, holding him to her chest. Releasing the puckered nub from his mouth, his glanced up at her, her eyes expressing a deep passion.

Grissom wrapped his strong arms around her back, lifting her so she could wrap her long legs around his waist. Sara let out a small gasp as she felt the length of his cock press against her thigh. Walking towards the bedroom, he felt Sara’s lips against his forehead, pressing small kisses along his brow, her fingers playing the slightly damp curls at the base of his neck.

Reaching the bed, Grissom set her down, gazing at her half naked form. She scooted up farther on the bed, never losing her eye contact with him, her gaze screaming, ‘come get me already!’

Crawling over her, he gave her lips a quick kiss before traveling downward across her sternum between her heaving breasts to her navel. He stopped just before the edge of her panties, nuzzling his nose into the fabric.

His voice was low and gravelly, “My Sara, so wet already. Just wait until I make you come.”

Another liquid surge coursed through her veins pooling at the spot right under Grissom’s nose. Gently tugging with his teeth, he pulled down the top rim of her panties, her soft brown curls coming into view. Impatiently, his hands wandered up her legs, dancing along the insides of her thighs quickly riding her of the barrier between Sara’s desire and Grissom.

Grissom let out a soft ‘oh’ of appreciation as his fingers gently slid into her folds, stroking the sensitive flesh. Pulling back to better position himself, he heard Sara whimper at the loss. Smiling, he brought his warm tongue down on her pussy.

Sara moaned above him, her eyes falling back into her skull as he expertly swirled his tongue around her clitoris before plunging it into her.

“Oh God,” she shouted as he continued to plunge into her, his nose bumping her clit with every stroke.

Swiftly moving his tongue, he caught her clit sucking it into his mouth. Sara let out a hiss as two fingers entered her, curling upwards stroking her G-spot with every thrust of his hand. Her hands wound tightly in his hair, holding his head where she wanted it most.

Grissom glanced up seeing Sara writhing on the bed, her face contorted in pleasure. He felt her inner walls clamp down hard on his fingers and knew she was close. Warmth spread to her center, the waves of pleasure becoming increasingly more intense with each powerful stroke from Grissom.

Arching her back, Sara came hard, her breathing labored as Grissom finally pulled from her heated core. He slinked up her body, his cock straining proudly against the fabric of his sweats as he brought his hips down on hers. She could taste herself on his lips, his tongue stroking hers as she moved her hands towards the top of his sweatpants. Leaning forward she broke away from him but allowed herself more room to shove this pants down his calves, freeing his dripping erection from its cage.

Grabbing the heated length of him, she pulled him closer, feeling him thrust twice between the tight grasp of her hands.

“Christ Sara, do you have any idea what your hands do to me?” he grunted, trying to still his hips.

“I have a pretty good idea,” she smiled, pumping his cock with one slow stroke.

Grissom closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Sara’s as she continued her torturous stroking; fast on the upstroke, painfully slow on the down stroke.

“Sara,” he rasped as her right hand wander to his balls, cupping them, “I want to come in you, not on you.”

She shuddered as she stilled her hands, spreading her legs wider allowing Grissom to rest comfortably between them. She carefully positioned Grissom’s cock at the entrance of her core.

Leaning in, she dragged her lips along the shell of his ear—“Take me,” she taunted.

And he did. In one fluid thrust he was buried up to the hilt, her sex enveloping his erection like a tight fitted glove. The breath exploded out of him as she wound her legs around his waist, pinning him in place, her hips grinding against his.

“God you’re tight,” he grunted, pulling out slightly before ramming his hips against hers.

She moaned under him; “Mmm, yes.”

Sara met him stroke for stroke, the squelching sound of their bodies mingling with their cries of pleasure. Grabbing hold of her left leg, he flung it over his shoulder, Sara screaming out as the angle of penetration deepened.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her breasts flush against his chest bouncing with each powerful thrust from Grissom. Snaking a hand between there bodies, she felt his thumb barely graze her highly sensitized nub.

Teasing, Grissom continued to slightly graze her clit as he thrust into her, small beads of sweat forming on his brow. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, his lips dancing a trail of sloppy kisses along her rapid pulse.

“Come for me Sara,” he whispered in her ear, his hips relentlessly slamming into her.

“Oh fuck,” she grunted, her orgasm crashing into her.

Her walls clamped down, rhythmically pulsing around his heated length. She felt his legs begin to shake as he continued to thrust into her, waves of pleasure still coursing through her. Grabbing her hips in a final thrust, he finally let go, spilling himself into her.

Moving her leg, he collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. She wrapped her arms around his back, idly running her fingers along his spine as she pressed a kiss to his temple. From the kitchen Sara heard the faint dinging of the oven timer, the aroma of the pumpkin pie filling her nose.

“So, how about a piece of that pie?”

Grissom sighed happily, “Hm, sounds tempting, but I’ll have to pass.”

Sara raised an eyebrow, noticing the small smirk on his face. Looking up at her he gave a small wink.

“I just ate.”