“Slow
down, you’re going to choke—“ Grissom
admonished, but Sara was busily licking her fork. He gave a pained sigh.
“For
a simple piece of cheesecake you’re sure giving
the silverware a serious tongue washing—“ he
complained, watching her intently.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, turning her attention
back to the now
empty plate with a sigh.
“All
gone . . .” came her sad little pout. She cast a
longing glance at Grissom’s plate, but he shook his head, a
gleam in his eye.
“No—this
one is MINE, Sara.”
“Oh,
but you don’t even know how to eat it
right—“
Sara taunted lightly. Grissom clutched his plate closer.
“I
know EXACTLY how I want to eat this—“ He announced
in a low tone, “—Unless
you’re—“
“—Chicken?
Oh please—“ Sara arched an eyebrow at him.
“I can handle anything YOU can dish out, plain and
simple—“
Grissom
set the cheesecake down and began to advance
on her; Sara looked up as he managed to back her against his kitchen
wall.
“Is
that a bet?” came his dangerous whisper.
She
looked up into his wickedly amused eyes and a hot
throb rolled between her legs, making her flush. Sara lifted her chin
to hide
her arousal.
“Yeah—I
bet.”
“Back
in
nineteen eighty-two, I was
stuck in a hospital in
“Three
paperbacks: one was Jonathon Livingston Seagull,
the second was a Matt Helm adventure—number twenty-eight I
think—and the last
one was a doubleback. Have you ever seen one of those? Two books bound
together
front to back? Well this was a fairly interesting pair—Spank
Me to Heaven, and
Betty in Bondage.”
“Oh
dear God—“ Sara gulped.
“Yep.
Trite, full of laughable clichés, painfully bad
dialog and impossible sex—I must have read both stories about
fifteen times,”
Grissom mused thoughtfully. He pulled the other end of the sash tight,
and
looped it around Sara’s left wrist, tugging it tightly.
“Comfortable?”
“As
much as I can be I suppose,” Sara licked her lips
and looked up at him. Grissom let his gaze travel down her supine form
appreciatively. Sara was in her peach slip and long white thigh high
stockings.
Although she was putting on a brave face, Grissom could sense her
trepidation;
stooping, he kissed her deeply, letting his tongue slide in a teasing
caress
inside her mouth. Sara whimpered softly when he pulled away.
“I
digress. The point I was trying to make, Sara, was
that while the stories were almost comical, they did have enough heat
to--intrigue me. For a long time afterwards I wondered if I was
normal. Lord
knows it wasn’t the sort of variation I could suggest with a
casual date, and I
had no one serious in my life at the time, so I merely filed it away in
the
fantasy zone . . .” he mildly trailed off.
“And
now?” Sara wriggled her hips, shooting a look at
him through her lowered lashes. He swayed a bit, looking down at her.
“Now--I
think I may
have a chance to see if I like my
dessert heated,” he grinned, his dimples showing. Sara drew
in a deep breath as
he flicked her slip up, baring her torso in the candlelight.
“Let’s
see—well we need a flat surface for
this—“ He
taunted, running a hand over her warm stomach and down to the fluffy
fur
between her thighs. Sara tensed at his touch, looking up at Grissom,
who was on
the verge of tipping the plate over her midriff.
“Although
your northern terrain is sweetly elevated, I
think there’s a nice spot between the foothills and the
forest for this—“
lightly he let the cheesecake fall with a moist thud onto her stomach.
Sara
squealed at its unexpected coolness. Grissom squatted to get an eye
level view
and licked his lips.
“A
perfect shot. Oh—this seems to be a little chilly
for you . . .” Strong fingers brushed the slip higher and
flicked playfully
over Sara’s hard nipples; helpless, she gave a surprised moan.
“There’s
. . . no CAKE on those. . .” she tried to
point out. Grissom bent over until his warm mouth lightly brushed the
puckered
tips.
“I’m
getting to it . . .” he breathed against her
skin. With a twist, Sara tried to lift her head, but without her arms
to
support her it was difficult. As Grissom let his white teeth tighten
around one
nipple, Sara squirmed.
“Ahhhhh,
now that’s just EVIL, Babe . . .” she
breathlessly accused. He flashed her a grin.
“Yes.”
Casually, he began to unbutton his shirt,
giving her a wink.
“I
think I can save us some laundry here,” Grissom
rumbled in a low voice. Sara wanted to laugh bravely, but the sight of
his bare
chest stopped her. She sighed instead, focusing on the flat broad pecs.
Grissom
dropped the shirt off the side of the bed and leaned over her, one big
hand
next to each hip. Sara fixed her eyes on his strong bare back.
“Hey,
it’s melting—“ came the surprised
observation
over his shoulder. Sara shuddered. Grissom dropped on her, mouth wetly
pressing
into the smeary mess across her tight stomach.
She
gasped loudly, squirming under him as he slurped
away.
“Oh
yes--“ came his dreamy mutter, “This has GOT to be
the ultimate method for sugar ingestion . . .”
“OhGodthatticklesGrissomstopstopstop!”
Sara wheezed,
struggling hard against the loops on her wrists. Either he
didn’t hear her or
chose to ignore her protests; in any case, Grissom settled his elbows
on either
side of her waist, and let his hot tongue slide in long even strokes
along her
stomach. Sara was starting to pant, her entire body tense against the
sensual
torment being inflicted on her. Grissom hummed against her wet skin
happily.
“This
is amazing—sugar, salt, lemon—Sara, you taste
INCREDIBLY good—“
Sara
choked a sob. Every nerve throughout her torso
was on fire now, the heat rolling in waves down her stomach to build in
the
valley between her thighs. Grissom climbed onto the bed, stretching out
over
her on all fours, his knees now on either side of her head. She
stretched her
face up, nuzzling along the thin fabric of his boxers against the long
heated
ridge. Feeling it, Grissom gave a strangled gasp and looked down
between their
bodies at her. Sara wanted to laugh; he had cheesecake smeared from his
chin to
his cheekbones, turning parts of his beard white.
“No,
this is MY turn—“ he wiped a bare forearm across
his face, cleaning it for the moment. Sara defiantly pressed her open
mouth to
the thin flannel above her, and Grissom shuddered.
“NO.”
he repeated in such a commanding tone of voice
that Sara moaned. He rolled off of her to one side, catching his breath
for a
moment.
“You
told me you could handle ANYTHING I dished out,
Sara . . . . If you can’t, just say so,” came his
hiss from between clenched
teeth.
“I
can TAKE it—“ she protested, licking her lips. Her
nipples were aching, and she wanted so very much to feel his hands on
her
again, but he didn’t touch her.
“Then
behave yourself.” Grissom warned, his voice a
low, silky warning. Sara closed her eyes. She felt the soft return of
his mouth
to the flat of her stomach, tongue roaming freely as he leaned over
again,
keeping his body at her side.
“Such
a good plate you are, too—nearly clean . . .”
came his comment. She tensed as one warm hand slid a washcloth over her
skin.
It was heated, but as it wiped her, the flesh underneath chilled in the
air.
She raised her head to watch.
Grissom
looked different, and she felt a hot pang
between her thighs at the sight of his expression. The candlelight made
his
silver curls gleam, and the smoky blue of his eyes glinted with wicked
amusement.
“Nearly
done—“ Grissom purred. “I do dishes very
well,”
“Yyyyesss
you do,” Sara gasped. He swiped the rest of
her down, leaving goose bumps in his wake before rising up and leaving
the
bedroom. Sara ground her teeth together.
“Okay,
okay,
you’ve had your cheesecake, now let me
GO—“ she grumbled after him. He didn’t
return, and for a long moment, Sara
trembled, wondering where he was. When he sauntered back in and lounged
in the
doorway, looking down at her, she tried not to react, but it was nearly
impossible. He came closer, standing at the edge of the bed, his lips
pursed
thoughtfully.
“This
is the moment of truth, Sara my love,” came the
soft confession. “Do I let you go? I know all we agreed to
was cheesecake,
but—“
Sara’s
eyes traveled up his body to his face. He was
brooding, serious, achingly hard but still in control. She drew in a
breath.
“Come
here—“ she begged softly. He leaned over,
knuckles braced on the mattress as he looked down into her face. Their
gazes
locked in a long a steamy stare that spoke volumes. Sara arched up and
let her
gaze drop through her lashes.
“WhatEVER
you dish out---“ came her soft as a sigh
promise. Grissom drew back and licked his lips, looking pleased and
frighteningly intense.
“Yes.
Oh yes, pretty Sara I can dish out quite a bit
for you—“ came his silky promise. Catlike, he ran
long fingers down her
stocking covered thighs to her knees. “So nice.”
He
shucked his way out of the flannel boxers, letting
them drop to the floor, then moved to the foot of the bed, gazing up
her prone
body. His hand dropped to his hard cock, stroking it once.
“Naked,
tied up in my bed just for me, ah Christ,
NICE—“ he repeated, dry-mouthed. Sara raised her
head, seeing herself, silky
slip yanked up to her ribcage, skin gleaming from the washcloth, and
Grissom at
her feet letting his lust-filled gaze burn into her skin. She groaned,
and
brought her knees together, but Grissom shook his head.
“Too
late to be shy, pretty
Sara . . .
show it to
me—“ He told her, climbing onto the mattress on his
knees
between her ankles, stroking the stockings with his thumbs. The
intensity of
his gaze make her skin hot, made the fire in her belly flare up. Sara
writhed
for him.
“Sweeet,
oh God yesss—“ Grissom dropped down on all
fours and let his teeth nip her knee, his hot breath on the stocking.
“Show it
to me. You want to, I can tell, Sara—“
She did,
she realized dimly. With slow grace, she let
her knees slide apart, and bent them, letting her thighs open under
Grissom’s
eyes. He licked the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh-high
stockings,
leaving the flesh wet from his mouth.
“Ahh,
yes. Shamelessly sweet Sara. You’re wet, honey.
I can see you, I can smell you. Hot for me, WANT me, don’t
you?”
“Yessss—“
she groaned as his mouth nipped at her
hipbone. Grissom was teasing her by kissing her hips, her belly,
circling
around the thatch of fur just under his chin, his words muffled on her
hungry
skin.
“You
want me to kiss it, don’t you? You’re
dying for me to slide my tongue all
over your hot little pink bud, wouldn’t care who watched
us—“
“Gilll—“
she called breathlessly. He laughed, a low
sound in his throat.
“Your
turn. Beg me, Sara. Tell me EXACTLY what you
want,” he ordered roughly. She gave a sound between a sob and
a laugh, feeling
the coarse words spill from her throat.
“Eat
me, Grissom! I want your mouth on my pussy and I
want you to eat me!”
“Oh
my, such language. You kiss me with that mouth?”
he teased. She growled.
“Grissom!”
With a
delicate flick, he slid his hot tongue into
her; Sara arched up, biting her lips in sheer delight. He lapped a few
times
and pulled back.
“Enough?”
“No!
More, Grissom, more!”
“Say
please.”
“Jesus,
please
Grissom!!” Sara felt tears of
frustration beginning to spill from her eyes. He dropped his head and
sucked
her velvety folds; Sara gasped at the intensity of it.
“Talk
to me or I stop—“ he hissed. She gulped and
nodded wanting to touch his silver curls, straining against the loops
that held
her pinned to the bed.
“Yess,
Grissom, like that, oooooh yes, you have the
hottest damned tongue baby, I love you oohhhGodohGod, I’m soo
close Grissom . .
. .” Her ass tightened, but as she arched up, he pulled away,
leaving her
dangling on the edge. Swiftly he shifted forward, pressing the hot head
of his
cock between the tight folds of her sex.
“I
need you, Sara, RIGHT NOW—“ he grunted desperately.
Roughly
Grissom thrust forward, hard. His engorged cock
slid slickly into the tightness with a squelching sound and Sara wailed
as his
first stroke took her over the edge. She bucked against him; he was
quivering
with tension, forcing himself to keep still as she flailed under him,
her
climax hard and wild.
“Yes,
come for me Sara, come—“ he urged through
gritted teeth. When she was finally limp, he planted one hand over her
shoulder
on the mattress to support himself, and let the other slide under her
ass,
pulling her up onto him.
“My
turn, Sara. Damn it! I need you so badly honey,
need to fill you hard--“ came his wild moan, “FILL
you, Sara, TAKE it—“ he
thrust brutally, muscles gleaming with sweat as he rode her. Sara
wrapped her
legs high around his back, tightening them as she opened her mouth,
breathing
hard.
“Grissom,
harder, I can take it, yes, give it to me
HARD—“ she growled at him. He dropped his face to
hers, teeth clamping on her
lower lip as he suddenly exploded in wet thrusts of animal pleasure
deep inside
her. His sweat dripped on her cheeks as he growled, spasms dying away,
his body
pinning hers completely.
“Oh
Jesus!” he moaned softly into her ear. “Oh God I
think I just came out of my ears!” he laughed. She giggled
exhaustedly into his
hair.
“Me
too. Oh, God, me too, Babe. Can you--?”
He
reached up, tugging the tail of the slipknot on her
right wrist, then her left. Sweetly, he kissed her face, murmuring soft
words
of love and praise as he rubbed her arms and rolled off of her, pulling
her
close.
“That’s
it. Verification, Sara. I AM a freak. That was
one of the hottest moments of my life, and it was all
because—“
“--Because
we were consenting adults who trusted each
other?” she murmured sleepily. He yawned.
“Because
you let me do something I never thought I’d
get the chance to do—“ he admitted gruffly.
“I was bad, Sara. Very bad.”
“Yep,”
she sighed happily. “ But you’re so good when
you’re bad, Grissom.”
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