Crystal Fantasies

All mistakes are my own. Enjoy.

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His body crushed hers with an intensity he never knew he possessed. Or maybe he possessed it he had just never been provoked. Either way, that wasn’t the point. The point was that Sara Sidle was currently pinned underneath him. His tongue was teasing hers almost cruelly as they both slammed into the wall. Grissom gasped, pulling back as Sara moaned out.

“You okay?” he asked, panting slightly.

“Yes,” she breathed, pulling him back to her.

His lips found hers again sending shivers down her spine. Her lips were soft and slightly swollen. The contrasting textures between their tongues created an oddly erotic appeal as their tongues dueled. Teasing her, he switched his movements, sucking softly on her upper lip before switching to her lower. Hearing her moan out and press her body closer to his nearly sent him over the edge.

Trailing his lips down her jawbone, past her ear, tasting her salty skin, he found the rapid pulse of her carotid artery, sucking softly as she panted in his ear. Her hands worked their way up along the curvature of his spine finally resting in the curls on his head. Her fingernails gently scraped along his scalp as he gently worked his lips farther down, biting on her collarbone. Grissom groaned against her creamy skin as she continued to work her fingers through his hair.

He wanted to touch her. Feel the smoothness of her abdomen under the roughness of his palms. Feel the goose bumps break out on her flesh at his touch. He wanted to feel every delicious inch of her, leaving no patch of skin undiscovered, untouched. Her body was calling and only he could answer.

Agonizingly slow, Grissom removed her shirt, allowing his fingers to drag up her warm sides. He felt her muscles twitch and ripple under his touch. Tossing the shirt aside, he watched her heaving chest, her round breasts moving with each quick breath. Her skin glowed softly in the pale light ebbing from the solitary light sitting on the end table.

His hands traveled up further, gently cupping her breasts through the silk of her bra. Running his thumbs over her nipples, he felt them instantly harden as she rolled her head back against the wall. Wanting to feel her skin, he removed her bra in one quick movement, sending it across the room. He bent down, placing kisses on the swell of one breast while teasing the nipple of the other.

Sara’s moans increased in volume as she frantically toyed with the hem of his shirt, his hands and lips still on the smooth skin of her chest. With shaky hands, she tore the shirt from his body, letting her hands revel in the feel of his warm skin against her palms. He watched with loving eyes as her fingers traveled over his chest, tracing each valley and peak of his well defined pectoral muscles. As she ran her thumbs over his nipples, elicited a low growl deep from Grissom’s throat.

Grabbing her wrist, he led her to his bedroom, never taking his eyes from hers. He felt not merely that he was looking at her, but through her, seeing the very depths of her soul in her brown eyes. He saw the desire in her eyes he hoped was for him; he hoped he reflected back his own insatiable desire for her, only her.

Passing the threshold of the room, he turned towards her, crushing their chests together. The heat of her extra sensitive skin seemed to burn against his as he continued to walk her backwards, his lips once again dominating hers, his tongue dancing with hers.

Reaching the edge of the bed, Sara let her hands wander down Grissom’s abdomen, feeling it twitch under her gently graze. Her hands finally rested on the waistline of his slacks, gently tracing the flesh above his belt. He tore his lips from hers as she undid the button and zipper and slowly pushed them down his legs, her nails scraping down the front of his thighs. He sighed, closing his eyes as her hands came back up, grazing his erection through the fabric of his boxers.

Gulping through the torture of his over stimulated body and the fact that Sara was able to manipulate him in such ways, he quickly removed her pants, tossing them aside with his own. One heated hand resting on her hip, the other ran over the thin fabric of her panties, teasing her.

“Grissom,” she moaned, “Please.”

He obliged to her unspoken want and removed the only barrier between him and her heated core. Letting one finger linger, he traced lovingly around her moist folds, feeling how ready she was. He brought his thumb to work circles around her tiny nub, her hips involuntarily bucking against his fingers. She gasped out as he slowly inserted a finger into her folds, stroking at the sensitive tissue.

He grinned at her appearance on his bed; face contorted in pleasure, fists grabbing the sheets, back arching. Inserting another finger into her slick folds, he heard her hiss in pleasure, her hips bucking to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

Her breathing was reduced to sharp moans of pleasure as she felt the release of her orgasm quickly approaching. Grissom allowed one more finger to plunge into her depths, stretching her, spurring her on. As he did so, Sara came hard, writhing on the sheets beneath her.

Waves of her orgasm still stimulating every nerve ending in her body, Sara leaned up, grabbed the elastic waist of Grissom’s boxers and pulled them down forcefully. He let out a groan as she fondled his hard length, stroking it gently. She grinned up at him as he tried not to thrust in between her fingers. He leaned against her strong shoulders as she slowly dragged one finger up the length of his shaft, reveling in the power she had over him.

She moaned softly as he bent down and placed a kiss on the sensitive skin of her neck. His hands roamed up and down her back, her stomach, her thighs, teasing every patch of exposed skin.

“Grissom…now,” she panted, pulling once on his erection.

Grunting, he pushed her back, placing his full weight on her. She let out a moan at the full contact of their burning skin. She let a hand wander down their bodies to where their hips met, gently guiding him into her.

They both groaned as Grissom entered her in one full stroke. Sara wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her heels into his back, holding him as close as possible with each thrust. Her hips rose to meet his gentle thrusts, her nails dug into the skin on his smooth back, urging him on.

He went slow, taking his time to imprint this indescribable feeling in his memory. The feel of Sara tightly wrapped around him, in more ways that one. The feel of her wet folds caressing him with each slow thrust; hips meeting together. The feel of her arms clutching tightly to his broad shoulders.

“Faster, Gil…oh God,” she moaned, his thrusts increasing in tempo.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck as their hips continued to slam into each other, each thrust deeper than the one previous. They fell into an incredible rhythm, her thrusts meeting his thrusts perfectly, their bodies melding into one. He murmured incoherently into her neck, unable to form words.

Feeling her orgasm rushing at her center, she nudged Grissom’s check with her own, capturing his lips with hers as she arched her back off the mattress, moaning his name into his mouth. He felt his body shudder as her inner walls clamped down tight on his erection, her orgasm coming in strong waves. Thrusting in once more, he felt himself let go, erupting inside of her…

Grissom woke with a start, nearly flying out of his bed. Propping himself up on his arms, he leaned his head back and sighed. He glanced down at his boxer-clad body and groaned in dismay as he saw the stain over his crotch. This wasn’t the first time he had woken in this manner and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Sara was always on his mind.

As he pushed himself out of bed, the shrill of his phone brought his attention to the nightstand. In one swift motion he picked up the phone and answered.

“Grissom.”

“Hey, can you come in? We’re swamped.”

Her voice rang through the phone crystal clear. It nearly sent a jolt through his body.

“Yes.”

“Great. See you soon,” she hung up.

Grissom set down the phone and just stared at the floor.

It was going to be a long day.