Midnight Snack

She was always hungry after sex. She made a joke of it the first few times, but then they were both used to it and she stopped mentioning it. He knew now to expect that after they’d regained their breath and kissed and cuddled for a bit, she would rise and walk out to the kitchen. When she returned the usual habit was that she would sit up in bed and he would put his head on her lap. He would nuzzle her leg and sigh, letting his eyes close. Sometimes he fell asleep, but always woke up when she moved no matter how smooth and graceful she tried to be.

What she didn’t realize and what he didn’t tell her was that he knew how satisfying she had found the experience based on the food she chose. He wouldn’t qualify any of their sexual experiences as “bad” per se, but like with everything else, some times were better than others. On the occasions when he’d been tired or she’d been stressed, she would return with a bowl of fruit salad or carrot sticks and dip. He would be angry with himself, but was unable to rectify the situation because of the conditions that had caused his poor performance in the first place.

Luckily, these times were few. Most of the time she returned with a cold slice of pizza, microwave popcorn, or cookies. Then he would smile and puff his chest out a bit. Junk food let him know she’d had a hell of a good time and he would quite happily listen to her crunching quietly while resting his head on her damp thighs. He knew her doctor thought she was underweight anyway and he considered it his contribution to helping restore the calories they had just burned.

One night, he expected her to come back with the Easter candy she’d been given by Greg a week or so before. There was still plenty of it left as Greg had gone overboard at a 50% off all Easter supplies sale, and Grissom waited happily, hoping to at least get a Peep for his efforts.

She came back with an apple.

An apple. Not a caramel coated one. Just a plain red apple. She climbed into bed, kissed him, and then bit into the fruit with a crunch that made Grissom frown. She seemed to be waiting for him and so he moved over to assume his position and her free hand stroked through his hair. Her free hand. She didn’t need two hands to eat an apple. A floppy slice of pizza, that would require both hands for support. Not an apple. He was facing her feet and while she continued to crunch away, he silently went through everything that had transpired to see where he had gone wrong. Perhaps he’d rushed a little, but she had just felt so good and he…yeah, that was it. He’d rushed through it. Usually he was more than willing to spend a great deal of time pleasing Sara, but sometimes he would be so hard and she would be so soft that he couldn’t help himself. But even then she usually came back with potato chips at the least.

Minutes passed, the apple crunched, and Grissom fumed. She moved to lean over and toss the apple core into the small garbage by the bed. Her fingers returned to his hair.
“You asleep, babe?” she asked.

Grissom sighed deeply. “No. I’m not.”

“I love you, you know.”

He turned his head so that he faced her stomach. His eyes looked up at her. “I love you, too.”

She smiled. Grissom brought a hand up to stroke her belly. He kept it there, small comforting movements rather than anything sexual. But then he turned his head and placed a kiss on her soft curls. She gasped a little and he kissed her again.

He brought himself up to his elbows and tugged lightly on the inside of her knee, indicating that she should pull it up.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t I be hungry too? You taste so good Sara,” he replied. She hesitated for just a moment, a bit surprised by his actions. Not that they hadn’t made love multiple times in a single day before, but this particular experience was somehow different. She did as she asked, bringing her knee up and then letting it fall to the side.

He moved himself between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Scoot down a little sweetheart,” he murmured and kissed her leg again.

She complied, eager now, and spread her legs further. She was still propped up a bit and the sight of him between her legs made her heart thump in her chest. He pressed another kiss into the curls and then, without warning, dipped his head and ran his tongue along her slit.

She gasped and jumped a bit. “Tell a girl before you do that,” she said with a laugh.

He looked up at her and smiled. “Ok, I’m going to do it again,” he said and did. “And again…and again.”

She smiled and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as his broad tongue lightly lapped at her. When the pleasant sensation stopped, she looked down at him. He looked back at her with what could only be described as a devilish smirk on his face.

“And now…well, now I’m going to eat this beautiful pussy. Is that all right with you Sara?” he asked, wondering how she would respond. They had talked dirty to each other before, but it had usually been in the heat of the moment, when Grissom was inside her and the two of them were on the verge of bliss. And while the words were certainly not the most extreme, Grissom hoped she would not be offended, especially since he wanted only to please her. With her past, he was wary of doing something she may be uncomfortable with. However, she had shown herself to be just as enthusiastic about their sex life as he was and his early nervousness had disappeared.

Sara’s eyes widened and she swallowed hard. “Yes,” came out in a breathy whisper and she quickly cleared her throat. “Yes, that sounds good.”

Grissom brought a hand up and gently stroked Sara, spreading her apart a bit but keeping his touch light. “So you want me to…” he trailed off.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked, seeing now that her breathing was becoming more rapid and her skin was starting to flush. She liked this very much. He smiled.

“Yes, I want you to eat my pussy. Please, Griss, now, please.”

“But where should I start?” he asked in a teasing voice. “Here?” His tongue gently circled her opening, making her thigh muscles twitch. “Or here?” He moved up and repeated the movement, this time around her clit.

“There!” she squeaked. “Right there, my clit please.”

Grissom suddenly realized his plan had a flaw. He could feel himself beginning to harden again and knew that it was in response to Sara’s words as well as her taste. This wasn’t a heat of the moment thing where he was already hurtling towards completion and her words spurred him on. He hadn’t even gotten started on what he wanted to do! He had no choice but to remind himself that this was about her, not him and he had to take his time no matter how excited he became.

His tongue circled her clit again, lighter this time, as though a feather were touching her. Her hips lifted towards his face, but he brought his arms around to rest on the top of her thighs, holding her down. A few more light circles and then he swiftly took the bud between his lips and suckled hard. His hands increased their pressure on her hips as she immediately bucked into his mouth.

“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! Just like that! God, just like that!” Sara groaned.

Grissom obliged her, but when her thighs started to tremble he pulled back and placed soft kisses everywhere but where she most wanted him.

Sara was panting. “No, why did you stop? Don’t stop.” She put her fingers in his hair and attempted to guide him back to his previous position. When he was resistant, she even tugged a little.

“You’re impatient,” he chided.

“I’m so close. Please let me come,” she said and Grissom blinked. Her voice was so deep and husky and here eyes remained closed as she licked her lips. “Please, I want to.”

Unable to stop even if he had wanted to, Grissom’s tongue darted into her opening and then broadly swept up to her clit. He wasted no time in taking the delicate flesh between his lips again.

Sara’s voice echoed around the room and she sat up a bit, grasping Grissom’s head with both hands, holding him tightly against her though he had no intention of teasing her again. “Gonna come,” she said, seconds before her entire body began to quake. Grissom eased up the pressure a bit, relishing in the feel of wetness against his face. When her trembling subsided, he placed soothing kisses around her clit and listened to her breathing. As it began to calm he moved up a little to kiss her stomach and then laid his head upon it, happy to feel her hands start to stroke his hair. Then the hands began to pull on his hair and he realized that if he wished to keep it attached to his head, he’d better follow.

She pulled him up and kissed him hard. He propped himself up on his hands, giving the kiss a better angle. Her right hand slipped from his head and then reached down his front to grasp his erection.

“Oh thank god,” she said as she broke the kiss and looked in his eyes, “I really want you inside of me now.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to accommodate you?” he asked with mock surprise.

“I didn’t know if Serratipes was ready for an encore,” she smirked.

“Sara,” Grissom said and rolled his eyes while at the same time feeling his face redden, “that nickname is too weird even for me.”

“But it’s an insect. Phobaeticus serratipes. The longest insect in the world. I think it’s an apt description…well, except it’s long and skinny and you’re long and…”

“Please. I know you mean well, but believe it or not I prefer my anatomy not be referred to as any type of insect. I never should’ve gotten you that entomology book” he said, blushing deeper.

Sara smiled at his embarrassment, finding it adorable.

“Fine then,” she said as she scooted down the bed, stopping when she felt Grissom’s erection against the inside of her thigh. “What should I call it? Your cock?”

Grissom’s eyes burned and Sara let a lazy smile creep across her face. “If I were to say that I want your big cock inside me, that I love it when your cock is inside me, would that be ok?”

He looked down at her and then tilted his head. “You’re being very naughty,” he said when he saw her teasing expression, but he also noticed the darkness of her eyes, the redness of her lips.

She noticed his gaze and lifted her head to kiss him. “I’m just telling you what I like. There’s nothing wrong with that,” she whispered.

He pushed himself up to his knees and slowly brought her legs together, her knees bent. “No, there’s not,” he agreed quietly and his hands went to the backs of her calves. He lifted them, keeping them together, until they were in the air. He kissed one ankle, then the other, marveling to himself over her beautiful legs and how they went on forever. He looked down at her, seeing the curious expression that silently asked what he was doing.

To answer her, he wrapped a hand around each ankle and spread her legs. She quickly caught on and brought her ankles to his shoulders. “You’re going to be so deep,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

He paused for a moment. “Is that what you want?” he asked, not sure if she meant the comment to be positive or negative.

“Yes,” she responded quickly, a little surprised she had even spoken at all.

He briefly nodded and then with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he slowly entered her. He felt her muscles tighten and he stopped, waiting for her to relax. When she did he pulled himself back a little and then pushed forward again. Sara’s legs slipped from his shoulders, falling down to rest on top of his arms. He moved forward, planting his hands on either side of her waist, causing her to rise slightly.

He began to move, an oath falling from his lips as he felt the wet heat of her enveloping him. Sara’s hands traced over his face, her eyes closing as she began to feel a build-up of pleasure. Her explosive orgasm from before served to make her even more sensitive and responsive.

“You feel so good. You always do honey,” he panted.

“God Griss, I’m so close. Harder,” she begged.

He complied and began to thrust powerfully. The sound of their flesh coming together reached his ears, as did the sounds of her whimpers each time he buried himself in her. He looked at her beautiful face, her delicate neck, and her breasts, the nipples tight and hard. He had the urge to kiss them, but couldn’t stop himself now if he tried. He could feel that he was close and he desperately tried to hold back for her.

“Sogoodsogoodsogood,” Sara chanted and then she suddenly went rigid. She’d known she was close, but somehow her orgasm had managed to sneak up on her. Pleasure spread through her body and she started to laugh at the sensation. Her arms went limp and fell to her chest. She looked up at Grissom and saw his face, the overwhelming desire there struck her hard and her hands shakily reached to touch his face again. “Come for me,” she softly commanded.

Grissom needed nothing more. His breathing hitched and when he came, he let the breath out in a low growl. He shallowly thrust as his body released the thick ribbons inside her. His whole body felt like it was on fire and his arms shook a bit. He lifted one hand and moved it so that her leg could fall freely to the mattress. After a second of getting his bearings back, he did the same with the other hand and then moved to his forearms and let himself lay on top of her.

She welcomed him. She’d always loved the feel of him on top of her, knowing that it was she who had caused him to collapse in her arms and bury his face in her neck. The harsh breaths were hot against her skin and she turned her head to kiss his damp hair. Both of them were silent for a minute and then he suddenly began to laugh. Even though she didn’t know what he was laughing at, Sara joined him. He lifted his head and they both grinned at each other.

“That was really good,” he said.

“I know!” she agreed and they both continued to laugh.

He kissed her deeply and then playfully placed loud sloppy kisses on her cheeks and chin. He withdrew from her and moved to his side. Sara leaned over to grab a tissue and brought it between her thighs, wiping away the fluid that had spilled from their bodies. She tossed it in the garbage and then turned into his arms. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, whispering words of love now and then. Minutes passed and Grissom began to grow tired.

“Sleepy?” she whispered.

“Yeah. Don’t know why though,” he replied and winked.

Her hand came up and rested on his cheek. “Why don’t you go ahead and go to sleep.”

“What about you? Aren’t you tired?”

“Yeah, but I’m hungry again. You rest and I’ll go fix myself a snack. Be right back,” she said and rolled out of the bed. Grissom turned so he lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for what he thought was just a moment.

The jostling of the mattress woke him and he turned his head to look up at Sara. She was getting back into the bed, sitting up against the headboard, a bowl in her hands.

Grissom scooted himself up beside her. “What do you have there?”

She turned the bowl towards him so he could see. He saw three scoops of ice cream, chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, crushed Oreos, and large gobs of whipped cream.

“Want a bite?” she asked, digging her spoon into her creation.

“No thanks. You enjoy it,” he said. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss and then moved down to lay his head on her legs. He closed his eyes and made a mental note to buy stock in Ben and Jerry’s. He planned to keep Sara on a steady supply.

The End

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