Catherine awoken the next morning to the pressing of her husband�s lips on her heated neck. She smiled, letting out a slight moan and not wanting to open her sleep encrusted eyes. The smell of his sweat was seeping into her nostrils, as the sound of waves lapping up against the side of the boat was relaxing. It was as if she were away on an exotic ocean, with nothing around but the deep blue.
Gil opened his eyes to slits, seeing his wife had still not moved from her side even at the touch of his lips and the presence of him lingering over her body. He looked down at the bandage that was wrapped around his hand. He was afraid to unravel it and reveal the hideous burn that was engraved in his skin for life. Gil contemplated on showing his wife, but he didn�t want to upset her, especially with everything that had been going on for the past few days.
Instead he let his good hand wander along the curves of his wives beautiful body, feeling her skin, feeling the life it consumed with every day that went by. He loved caressing his wife; her skin was like touching a baby�s bottom. Gil could hear his wife moaning, wanting more than just light touches, wanting to feel whole again.
Catherine flipped over on to her other side locking eyes with Gil. The desire for more was in the deep blue rings of her eyes. She licked her dry lips seductively, hoping to grab Gil�s attention. She reached out with the tips of her fingers and gently wisped them over his cheeks and playfully played with the hair covering his chin. Her fingers then moved further down, lingering over the fabric of his shirt and down to the waist band of his boxers.
Gil wasted no time in removing his t- shirt, knowing that it was eventually going to be coming off anyways. However, he forgot all about his bandaged hand and exposed it to his wives eyes. Catherine was trained in observing, and a bandaged hand was something she was not going to over look. She grabbed his wrist, stopping Gil�s movements, and giving him a small scare. It was not rocket science that something had happened over night.
�Gil, what happened to your hand?� Catherine asked. The desire to be pleasured was overwhelmed with fear and concern.
�Nothing,� Gil replied, pulling his hand away, but Catherine�s grip was too strong that she didn�t let go. Gil looked at his wife, seeing she saw right through his white lie. �I got up to get a snack in the galley and the knife slipped and cut my hand.� Gil lied; hoping this time it would do the trick.
Catherine took a moment to study her husband�s face, seeing if she could catch him a lie or not. When she was finally convinced that he was telling the truth, the frown that was on her face turned into a smile as she leaned down and gave the bandage a kiss.
�Poor baby getting all cut up,� Catherine whispered as she kissed the bandage again. Gil did his best not to wince at the pressure being applied to the burn.
Catherine�s kisses were soothing, like a pain killer. All the thoughts about the little girls from his dreams, and the way his wife transformed over the night had left his mind. He even forgot about the burn, and was beginning to believe the story that he told his wife. Everything was falling back into place, everything was turning out the way it should be. It was just the two of them, getting romantic on a private yacht, which will probably be the only place and time they will be able to have sex for the next while without getting interrupted, or having a double homicide to work.
Gil watched his wife, mesmerized by her movements, watching her fingers stroke the bandage and work their way up his arms, as her other hand was tugging at the waist band to his boxers. She wanted them off; she wanted to play with what was underneath them. Gil wasted no time in giving his wife what she desired, as he removed his t-shirt and boxers, sitting in front of her naked.
Catherine smiled in a promiscuous way as her hands ran up and down the front of Gil�s hair chest, getting tangled in the curls that covered his pectoral muscles. She inched closer to him, the scent of sweat lingered in the air with a mix of her shampoo as the two of them entwined in a passionate kiss. Gil grabbed Catherine�s back, pulling her in as close as he could, never letting his lips part from hers. He moaned in between kisses as Catherine�s hands worked on his penis, rubbing it with her fingers, making him scream with enjoyment and leave him wanting more.
Gil wasted no time in attacking Catherine�s breasts with his hands, massaging them in between his fingers, as the tips of them ran over her nipples making them hard with pleasure. He removed the tank top she was wearing, parting their lips for a brief second as her gorgeous body was exposed to the light. Gil�s lips lingered, as Catherine tilted her head to the side so her neck was exposed for fresh kisses. Gil began a trail, starting at her mouth and working their way down her neck and collarbone. With each new kiss Catherine let out a small moan of pleasure, the feel of his lips on her skin was captivating. He slowly moved down the rest of her body, cupping one of her breasts in his hand and sucking on the nipple. Gil gently tugged hearing Catherine moans even louder, that was something Gil knew she loved.
Catherine moved her fingers over her husband�s knob faster; her fingertips gently pressing on the tip, making him come with pleasure. Both of them wanted sex, and both of them wanted it now. Catherine moved her hand away from Gil and pushing her body back as Gil�s lips made a sucking sound as they escaped her breasts, it sounded almost like suction cups being removed from a window.
She laid down on the bed, her head resting on the silk pillowcase smiling up at her husband. Her fingers twirled with pieces of her curled hair as she ran her tongue along her lips. She was seductive, she was delicious, and she was everything a man wanted in a woman. Catherine knew how to seduce the men she loved, she knew the games, and the tricks behind them too. Gil was her lap dog, and had fallen under her spell.
Gil straddled his body over his wives, running his fingers up and down her body, hearing her moan with pleasure. He leaned in, as if he were capturing his prey and gave her a kiss on the lips, grabbing her breasts with his hands. More moans escaped her lips, filling the room with sounds of seduction. Gently, and gracefully he placed himself inside her, watching as her eyes widened in pain and passion. Slowly he began to rock his hips against her body, as he could feel himself moving inside Catherine. Gil began to pick up speed, knowing that his wife loved it hard and rough.
Catherine tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling, getting lost in her own erotic fantasy. The feeling of Gil grinding against her was magnetic; it was as if they were one whole person. Her breathing began to come in spurts, almost like panting as Gil rammed her harder and harder with every blow. She couldn�t open her eyes, the vision she had created in her mind was her fantasy. Catherine could feel the warm liquid from between her legs trickle out, forming it around her husband, as his own filled her as a warm rush of euphoria filled her mind.
Both of them let out a large moan of love, feeling each other coating the other. Catherine�s ears were filled with her husbands panting, which in some messed up way sounded sexy. The smell of body odor lingered in the air, it smelled more romantic then pungent. It was the scent of two people expressing their love for one another; it was a matter of bonding.
Gil flopped onto the bed beside his wife as the whole mattress shook. He was still breathing heavy, his chest raising and falling as sweat was beading down his face and arms. Catherine looked over at her husband, the look in her eyes explained what she could not say in words. She loved this man, and not just because of the sex, but also because of the love and admiration he had for both her and their children. He was everything a husband was supposed to be, and more.
�I love you,� Catherine whispered, as she nudged closer giving her husband a kiss on the cheek. She could taste the salt that was in his sweat, it was delicious.
Gil looked at his wife and smiled, �I love you too Catherine,� he replied, and wrapped and arm around her shoulder bringing her sweaty body closer to him. He kissed the top of her head; the smell of shampoo wafted into his nostrils and made him smile even more.
Gil Grissom was the luckiest man on the earth.
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