Stocking Stuffer

Who cares if it's almost March and this story takes place around Christmas. We'll just pretend. :)

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He could smell the pine before he even opened the door, the earthy aroma filling his senses. Quietly opening the door, Grissom had to suppress his laughter at the sight before him.

Sara, arm deep into a six foot Christmas tree, connecting two stands of red lights together. Her impossibly long legs peeked out from under a pair of tiny red shorts and a sliver of flesh was exposed from where her tank top had ridden up. And to top it all off…a red Santa hat sat squarely on her head, her brown curls sticking out around her face. A faint whisper of “Carol of the Bells” escaped from her lips.

Standing back, Sara rubbed her hands together admiring her handiwork. Plugging the lights into the wall, the tree lit to life.

Sara let out a small squeal, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I did it. I win!”

“Do I win anything?” Grissom quipped, finally making his presence known.

Her scream pierced the room as she jumped, clutching a hand to her chest. “You scared the shit out of me!” she squeaked, smacking him on the arm.

A smirk danced across his face. “Sorry. I like the tree. Do I get to see you under it?

A low laugh escaped her lips. Leaning in, Sara’s warm lips pressed against his, drawing a soft moan out of him.

“Mmm… you really like the tree?” she asked, winding her arms around his neck, her fingers meshing into his hair.

“I do.”

“Yeah? I think it’s kinda lumpy. And I still need something to put on top. Oh and ornaments.”

“Lumpy?” he frowned looking at the tree, “No, not lumpy. Perfect. And I have just the thing for on top of the tree.”

She smiled. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Plucking the hat from Sara’s head, he received an annoyed ‘Hey!’ but only laughed as he placed the hat at the very top of the tree.

Sara placed her hands on her hips, cocking her head towards the tree. “Huh. Never would have thought of that. How original.” Her grin spread across her face at his stupid look of triumph.

“Now, do I get to see you under that tree?” There was that damn smirk again.

Walking over to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaning up to his ear she whispered, “No, but if you’re lucky you’ll get to see me under you.”

She heard him gulp loudly as she ground her hips into his before sauntering towards the bedroom.

Sara squeaked as Grissom grabbed her wrist before she got too far and pulled her back to him, their lips crashing together. A giggle escaped her mouth as their teeth bumped together but her giggles were soon replaced with moans as his tongue thrust into her mouth, stroking.

He kissed her with fervor as if he were drinking her in. His own personal fine wine.

Hands roamed roughly up her shirt, feeling the smooth expanse of her abdomen and the supple lines of her back. Her own hands were busy pulling him closer, deeper.

Grissom pulled back, his lungs burning and chest heaving. A low growl vibrated through his chest as he pushed her shirt up, nearly tearing it off her frame. His eyes roamed appreciatively over her near naked flesh, her lace covered breasts heaving up at him.

“God, Sara, do you have any idea how much of a tease you are?” he asked, pressing her against the wall.

She groaned as his hips pressed into her own, her hands frantically trying to push his coat from his shoulders.

He lowered his mouth to her ear, lightly nipping at the lobe before whispering in a deep tone, “Do you Sara? Every time I see you I want to press myself into your warm heat until you scream my name.”

“Gah, yes,” came her throaty moan.

Her hips seemed to grind shamelessly into his, like they had grown a mind of their own. She could feel the thick length of him through the fabric of his slacks. He was driving her mad.

Pinning her hands above her had, Grissom quickly attacked her neck, lips and teeth tasting every exposed area he could reach. Working his way down, he ran his tongue across her collarbone, biting down every so often.

He continued his way down, kissing the swell of each breast. She let out a whimper as he kissed the valley between her chest. Dropping his hand from his grip on her wrists, he let his fingers dance across her shoulders, down her arms and up her sides, stopping where fabric met skin. Moving his hands behind her back, Grissom unclasped her bra, shoving it off her shoulders and down her arms.

“Beautiful, beautiful skin, Sara. So creamy and smooth and all mine to taste.”

Giving a happy sigh, he let his fingers roam across the warm flesh of her breasts testing the weight in his palms. “Oh, Sara, your breasts were made for my hands.”

She moaned, “Mmm…and your prick was made for mine.”

Before he had time to react, she shoved her hand down the front of his pants and deftly caressed his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Grissom let out a deep guttural moan and quickly dropped his hands from Sara’s breasts to the elastic waist of her shorts.

Sara’s sexy laugh rang through the room as Grissom shoved her shorts and panties down her smooth legs, watching them pool at her feet. Stepping away from her discarded shorts, she removed her hand from his cock and worked at the button of Grissom’s pants, quickly shoving them down joining her shorts.

He looked at her, her eyes nearly black, her smile feral as he lifted her up, her legs reflexively wrapping around his waist. She could feel his demanding cock pressing against her heated sex. Desperate to relieve the aching between her thighs, she rolled her hips into his, a soft ‘oh’ escaping her lips.

“Christ, Sara. You keep doing that and I’ll drop you,” he warned, his voice low, carrying her off to their bedroom.

Reaching the room, Grissom set her down but kept her flush against his sold frame. Desire surged through her veins as he loomed over her, his eyes burning holes into hers. His large hands kept a firm grip on her hips.

Slim fingers hooked under the hem of his shirt, tugging it up slowly, inch by inch. Her smile was near wicked as she guided the garment over his head and down his arms. His gaze never left hers as she tossed the shirt aside, slightly nipping at his chin.

Grissom swore he could hear the electricity crackle in the room as her cool palms slid up his heated chest. She hummed happily as she lowered her lips to the broad plane of his chest. Her tongue swirled around a nipple, eliciting a grunt from Grissom.

“I love touching you, Grissom. The very feel of you is intoxicating.”

Moving her way up, Sara kissed the hallow of his throat. She smiled against his skin as he groaned, “Want you.”

Grinding her hips into his she whispered, “So take me.”

Sara’s scream reverberated off the walls as Grissom hefted her up and threw her on the bed, her lithe frame bouncing slightly. The mattress depressed as he crawled towards her pinning her under him. Her smile beamed up at him, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck pulling him down to her.

She kissed him once before trailing her hands down the curvature of his spine to the waistband of his boxers. Pushing down the material, she heard him groan as his cock was freed, standing proudly at the base of his abdomen. Sara licked her lips as she wrapped her hands around the heated length, pumping slowly.

Grissom let out a hiss as her thumb took a swipe over the head, smearing the pre-cum there. She could feel the pulsing of his heart against her hand. One large hand wrapped around hers, stilling her maddening movements. “Fuck, Sara,” he panted, “Keep doing that and I’m done.”

Giving a small whimper, she reluctantly let go scooting back towards the headboard but pulling Grissom with her. His hands skirted up her legs, her eyes rolling back as his fingers got dangerously close to her center. Sara started to squirm below him as his fingers inched closer to the sensitive flesh of her sex.

“Gil Grissom if you tease me, Santa will NOT be nice,” she warned, propping herself up on her elbows.

He glanced up at her, smiling. “Duly noted.”

Parting her slick folds he gently stroked her wet slit, barely grazing over the sensitive nub that she desperately wanted him to touch. She worked her hips in slow circles, offering herself to him with her body.

“I swear Gris,” she gritted, “if you keep doing that I’ll flip you over and jump on your dick so quick…”

Quickly lining himself up, Grissom thrust in to the hilt, cutting her off mid threat. Sara let out a groan as Grissom’s breath nearly exploded from his chest. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him to move. Pulling back and thrusting back, Grissom emitted a low growl slowly setting his own rhythm.

Together they fell in synch, their hips meeting at every thrust, their bodies worshiping each other the best way they knew how. Sara’s moans and obscenities coupled with Grissom’s grunts filled the room bringing them both closer to the edge.

Sara forced their lips together drawing whatever breath he had left from his lungs. Letting their tongues duel for just a few moments, she drew back tugging his bottom lip with her teeth.

Grabbing one of her legs, he threw it over his shoulder, deepening the angle. Grissom groaned. “Jesus, Sara. So tight.”

“Ohhhh, fuck yes,” she gurgled, her arms fixing themselves around his neck.

She could feel tiny tremors through her body with each powerful thrust from Grissom and knew she was close. One of his hands snaked its way in between their slick bodies and nestled in the thatch of hair where their bodies joined. His thumb swiped across her clit as he continued to pound into her.

So close. So deliciously close.

With one hard press of his thumb, Sara exploded, her muscles clamping down hard onto his cock. He continued to thrust into her, riding the waves of her orgasm, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her nerves.

“So good, so good, so good,” she purred against his shoulder.

Grissom came hard, spilling himself deep within her. Letting her leg drop down, he fell against her, breathing hard against her chest. Her fingers ran through his damp curls as he rest between her breasts, sighing happily. He kissed any skin he could touch receiving a sound of approval from Sara.

“Gris?”

“Mmm?” He mumbled against skin, too sated to form words.

“Merry Christmas.”