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Good Moring
TITLE: Good Morning
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: CSI Miami
SHIP: Ryan / Calleigh
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut, Angst, Romance
SPOILERS: None that I know of
UNIVERSE: As per cannon, just an interlude of sorts
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za
CHAPTER ONE
Ryan Wolfe lay on his back staring up at his ceiling. A shaft of morning sun drew a sharp, slowly moving line through an opening in his bedroom curtain. He could feel her presence next to him. He could smell her, still taste her and hear the steady whisper of her breathing. He made a living collecting and studying evidence to get to the truth and at the moment he didn't have a clue what that was.
He knew he had feelings for Calleigh Ducane, but was he in love with her. He had been feeling it for several months now, but last night... last night they made love, well, he made love. She may just have had sex. It had been amazing, passionate and everything he'd ever dreamed. Flashes still returned to him unbidden as he lay staring at the ceiling, but the question still remained: "Was it just sex for her?"
The question had been there all along. She had been honest and up front about it and if he hadn't wanted her so much he would have at least tried to settle it before... but he hadn't and here he was. She moved next to him and then she was snuggling against his side, her head on his shoulder and a hand resting on his chest. Her hair was soft against his skin, her body warm against his side. Her leg moved over his thigh and his cock started to harden when it came into contact with her thigh. Ryan let his hand rest on her hip, tracing spirals on the smooth skin, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. "What am I going to say when she wakes up? Should he get up? Maybe make them some breakfast? And then..." he asked himself, but didn't move, instead he luxuriated in her sweet smelling proximity.
He heard her breathing change and felt her go tense against him for just a moment and then she relaxed. He felt her exhale a long, warm breath against his chest before tilting her head up to look at him. "Good morning." She greeted him with a warm, open smile. Her subtle southern accent got him every time, even after all these months. His cock twitched against her thigh as he returned her greeting. "And, good morning to you too." She continued playfully and reached down to wrap her hand lightly around his hardening shaft.
"Sorry." he apologized. "Why?" she asked and he groaned as she squeezed lightly. "I'm not sure." He replied with a chuckle. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Ryan unless you regret what we did last night. Do you?" she queried. "No. No, I just don't know exactly what it means." He replied. "Oh. Yes, that. Basically it just means we're doing things a little backwards. We have sex before we go on our first date and then see what happens." She told him in her matter of fact voice while smiling broadly.
He had a moment of stunned silence before saying: "You said have not had." She chuckled huskily. "That's what I like about you, Wolfe. Your attention to detail." She whispered seductively before shifting up and pressing her lips to his. They kissed languidly as she shifted to straddle him, but did not let go of his now fully erect penis. He ran his hands up the back of her thigh until he cupped her firm buttocks and caressed the pliant, but resistant flesh.
Their tongues danced and fenced as she rose onto her knees while she guided him to her entrance. She broke their kiss, stretching his lower lip as she held it between her teeth, letting go only when he started to lift his head. He felt the heat, radiating from her as she hovered over him, letting just the tip of his tip slide between her full nether lips. He had to resist the urges to buck his hips as he felt moisture slowly trickle down his shaft when she settled him at her opening.
She released her hold on his shaft and steadied herself with both hands splayed across his chest. He wrapped his hands lightly around her hips, ready to give her support if she needed it. He could see her taut stomach shudder as she held herself suspended over him. Her breasts shimmied slightly with the deep, but ragged breath she drew. He found himself licking his lips as his eyes locked onto the hard, gumdrop points of her nipples as hey slowly hardened and lengthened as he watched.
She leaned her head forward, closer to his, and her golden curls cascaded forward drawing a soft, honey-smelling curtain around them. Her beautiful, blue eyes seem to shine as she drew even close with their noses almost touching. "To be more succinct: I like you. I like you a lot and you say you love me, but you don't really know me. Right now I can't say I love you because it wouldn't be accurate. I don't know you either, but I want to give us the chance to rectify all that. Is that enough for you?" she asked while she slowly lowered herself onto his erection. Heat and wet pressure surrounded him in a tight embrace, wrapping his shaft with delicious friction as her flesh resisted his invasion.
"Yesssss." He hissed from between clenched teeth and then took a firmer grip on her hips and pulled her down onto him fully. She gasped and threw her head back, whipping his face with her hair as she arched her back and ground down on him. Bracing herself on his chest, she rose slowly, reversing and intensifying the path of pleasure as her sex dragged up his shaft. She oscillated her hips as she causing his cock to find new places inside her that made her eyes flutter and then she was riding him. Slowly and deliberately, she fell and rose along the length of his shaft. His back tensed and arched as she ground herself into him, the head of his dick pressed hard against her cervix. She did this amazing thing with her hips, while clenching her muscles that sent a wave of pleasure rocketing through him , making him gasp. Her fingernails scrabbled at his chest as her fingers arched.
He opened eyes he hadn't realized he's closed to find beauty, the definition of poetry in motion. The image of her seemed to somehow convert to slow motion somewhere between his eyes and his brain. Her halo of golden hair seemed to resist gravity and momentum as it swirled around her head writhing waves as her body moved and she threw her head back. Her firm, full breasts thrust out toward him with a slight shimmy and sway in response to her movements. The regularity of her rhythm and their movement was mesmerizing. He felt drawn to the pale round, globes and their upturned peaks.
On her next down stroke he took a firm grip on her hips and pulled him self up into a sitting position, burying his face in the valley of her cleavage. She didn't stop moving, but continued her rise and fall on a smaller scale. He lapped salt from her as he drew abstract patterns on her smooth, alabaster skin, Her hand found the back of his neck and pressed herself into his lips when he used his tongue to trace a tightening spiral around her nipple. He sucked hard on the gumdrop peak and then flicked it back and forth with his tongue before repeating the process on its twin.
He loved hearing her voice her satisfaction into the warming morning air, saying his name in a way that multiplied the shivers her thrusting, rolling hips were firing up his spine. His balls were churning, tightening, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Her belly fluttered against his and he felt clenching tremor run through her channel and onto his snugly held member. His breathing matched hers in ragged harshness as he dragged in air. She took hold of his hair and dragged his lips from her right nipple. He held onto it, stretching it to its limit before letting go and let her crush his lips to hrs in an intense but short kiss.
He was at the point of no return and he drew up his knees to plant his feet firmly on the mattress to give himself the leverage he need to thrust harder up into her. He pounded up into her, once, twice and a third time. The flesh of her sex resisted him, clenching around him, intensifying the friction. She cried out with every thrust. Her nails dug into his neck and shoulder, as her sex didn't unclench after the third stroke. It did ripple as he felt her heat intensify and moisture flood around him. She threw her head back and mewled unintelligibly as she came. He remembers the feeling of her soft hair brushing his hands where they held onto her waist and lower back and whispering her name on a laboured breath before his own orgasm overloaded his system.
Lights bloomed behind his closed eyelids and electricity sparked through his nerves as his muscles locked and he pumped his seed into her with gutteral grunts. When his back finally unbowed and he regained control of his body, her sex was still clenching and relaxing around him at irregular intervals and intensities. He was still breathing hard as he rested his forehead on her chest and she rested her chin on the top of it.
Their breathing shifted him inside her and her around him firing delicious, near-painful bursts of pleasure through each of them. He kissed her skin lightly as the rise and fall of her chest returned to a normal state of breathing. He shifted to rest his cheek on her breasts and found the comforting sound of her steady heartbeat and he found himself a definition for the term paradise. He felt her hands lightly caressing his hair as his shaft slowly shrank from inside her and he released his hold on her and fell back onto the bed. She stayed straddling him for a moment and then shifted to lie across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and locked his hands at the small of her back. She kissed the side of his neck and then whispered into his ear: "A good morning indeed."
FIN
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: CSI Miami
SHIP: Ryan / Calleigh
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut, Angst, Romance
SPOILERS: None that I know of
UNIVERSE: As per cannon, just an interlude of sorts
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za
CHAPTER ONE
Ryan Wolfe lay on his back staring up at his ceiling. A shaft of morning sun drew a sharp, slowly moving line through an opening in his bedroom curtain. He could feel her presence next to him. He could smell her, still taste her and hear the steady whisper of her breathing. He made a living collecting and studying evidence to get to the truth and at the moment he didn't have a clue what that was.
He knew he had feelings for Calleigh Ducane, but was he in love with her. He had been feeling it for several months now, but last night... last night they made love, well, he made love. She may just have had sex. It had been amazing, passionate and everything he'd ever dreamed. Flashes still returned to him unbidden as he lay staring at the ceiling, but the question still remained: "Was it just sex for her?"
The question had been there all along. She had been honest and up front about it and if he hadn't wanted her so much he would have at least tried to settle it before... but he hadn't and here he was. She moved next to him and then she was snuggling against his side, her head on his shoulder and a hand resting on his chest. Her hair was soft against his skin, her body warm against his side. Her leg moved over his thigh and his cock started to harden when it came into contact with her thigh. Ryan let his hand rest on her hip, tracing spirals on the smooth skin, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. "What am I going to say when she wakes up? Should he get up? Maybe make them some breakfast? And then..." he asked himself, but didn't move, instead he luxuriated in her sweet smelling proximity.
He heard her breathing change and felt her go tense against him for just a moment and then she relaxed. He felt her exhale a long, warm breath against his chest before tilting her head up to look at him. "Good morning." She greeted him with a warm, open smile. Her subtle southern accent got him every time, even after all these months. His cock twitched against her thigh as he returned her greeting. "And, good morning to you too." She continued playfully and reached down to wrap her hand lightly around his hardening shaft.
"Sorry." he apologized. "Why?" she asked and he groaned as she squeezed lightly. "I'm not sure." He replied with a chuckle. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Ryan unless you regret what we did last night. Do you?" she queried. "No. No, I just don't know exactly what it means." He replied. "Oh. Yes, that. Basically it just means we're doing things a little backwards. We have sex before we go on our first date and then see what happens." She told him in her matter of fact voice while smiling broadly.
He had a moment of stunned silence before saying: "You said have not had." She chuckled huskily. "That's what I like about you, Wolfe. Your attention to detail." She whispered seductively before shifting up and pressing her lips to his. They kissed languidly as she shifted to straddle him, but did not let go of his now fully erect penis. He ran his hands up the back of her thigh until he cupped her firm buttocks and caressed the pliant, but resistant flesh.
Their tongues danced and fenced as she rose onto her knees while she guided him to her entrance. She broke their kiss, stretching his lower lip as she held it between her teeth, letting go only when he started to lift his head. He felt the heat, radiating from her as she hovered over him, letting just the tip of his tip slide between her full nether lips. He had to resist the urges to buck his hips as he felt moisture slowly trickle down his shaft when she settled him at her opening.
She released her hold on his shaft and steadied herself with both hands splayed across his chest. He wrapped his hands lightly around her hips, ready to give her support if she needed it. He could see her taut stomach shudder as she held herself suspended over him. Her breasts shimmied slightly with the deep, but ragged breath she drew. He found himself licking his lips as his eyes locked onto the hard, gumdrop points of her nipples as hey slowly hardened and lengthened as he watched.
She leaned her head forward, closer to his, and her golden curls cascaded forward drawing a soft, honey-smelling curtain around them. Her beautiful, blue eyes seem to shine as she drew even close with their noses almost touching. "To be more succinct: I like you. I like you a lot and you say you love me, but you don't really know me. Right now I can't say I love you because it wouldn't be accurate. I don't know you either, but I want to give us the chance to rectify all that. Is that enough for you?" she asked while she slowly lowered herself onto his erection. Heat and wet pressure surrounded him in a tight embrace, wrapping his shaft with delicious friction as her flesh resisted his invasion.
"Yesssss." He hissed from between clenched teeth and then took a firmer grip on her hips and pulled her down onto him fully. She gasped and threw her head back, whipping his face with her hair as she arched her back and ground down on him. Bracing herself on his chest, she rose slowly, reversing and intensifying the path of pleasure as her sex dragged up his shaft. She oscillated her hips as she causing his cock to find new places inside her that made her eyes flutter and then she was riding him. Slowly and deliberately, she fell and rose along the length of his shaft. His back tensed and arched as she ground herself into him, the head of his dick pressed hard against her cervix. She did this amazing thing with her hips, while clenching her muscles that sent a wave of pleasure rocketing through him , making him gasp. Her fingernails scrabbled at his chest as her fingers arched.
He opened eyes he hadn't realized he's closed to find beauty, the definition of poetry in motion. The image of her seemed to somehow convert to slow motion somewhere between his eyes and his brain. Her halo of golden hair seemed to resist gravity and momentum as it swirled around her head writhing waves as her body moved and she threw her head back. Her firm, full breasts thrust out toward him with a slight shimmy and sway in response to her movements. The regularity of her rhythm and their movement was mesmerizing. He felt drawn to the pale round, globes and their upturned peaks.
On her next down stroke he took a firm grip on her hips and pulled him self up into a sitting position, burying his face in the valley of her cleavage. She didn't stop moving, but continued her rise and fall on a smaller scale. He lapped salt from her as he drew abstract patterns on her smooth, alabaster skin, Her hand found the back of his neck and pressed herself into his lips when he used his tongue to trace a tightening spiral around her nipple. He sucked hard on the gumdrop peak and then flicked it back and forth with his tongue before repeating the process on its twin.
He loved hearing her voice her satisfaction into the warming morning air, saying his name in a way that multiplied the shivers her thrusting, rolling hips were firing up his spine. His balls were churning, tightening, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Her belly fluttered against his and he felt clenching tremor run through her channel and onto his snugly held member. His breathing matched hers in ragged harshness as he dragged in air. She took hold of his hair and dragged his lips from her right nipple. He held onto it, stretching it to its limit before letting go and let her crush his lips to hrs in an intense but short kiss.
He was at the point of no return and he drew up his knees to plant his feet firmly on the mattress to give himself the leverage he need to thrust harder up into her. He pounded up into her, once, twice and a third time. The flesh of her sex resisted him, clenching around him, intensifying the friction. She cried out with every thrust. Her nails dug into his neck and shoulder, as her sex didn't unclench after the third stroke. It did ripple as he felt her heat intensify and moisture flood around him. She threw her head back and mewled unintelligibly as she came. He remembers the feeling of her soft hair brushing his hands where they held onto her waist and lower back and whispering her name on a laboured breath before his own orgasm overloaded his system.
Lights bloomed behind his closed eyelids and electricity sparked through his nerves as his muscles locked and he pumped his seed into her with gutteral grunts. When his back finally unbowed and he regained control of his body, her sex was still clenching and relaxing around him at irregular intervals and intensities. He was still breathing hard as he rested his forehead on her chest and she rested her chin on the top of it.
Their breathing shifted him inside her and her around him firing delicious, near-painful bursts of pleasure through each of them. He kissed her skin lightly as the rise and fall of her chest returned to a normal state of breathing. He shifted to rest his cheek on her breasts and found the comforting sound of her steady heartbeat and he found himself a definition for the term paradise. He felt her hands lightly caressing his hair as his shaft slowly shrank from inside her and he released his hold on her and fell back onto the bed. She stayed straddling him for a moment and then shifted to lie across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and locked his hands at the small of her back. She kissed the side of his neck and then whispered into his ear: "A good morning indeed."
FIN