| Her wrist secure in my hand, I led her to my bed room. I hadn't slept in here since Sara...'You know what? Sara isn't here,' I told myself and I turned, facing her. The light was low, simple moonlight and I smiled, her skin taking on a alabaster hue. "You're beautiful," I whispered reverently and kissed her shoulder. 'So sweet...' "Gil..." Natasha said, hands shaking. "I...I want...you to...make l-love to me..." God, how long have I wanted to hear that? 'Young...she's still so young. And she's trusting me with something like this? Her virginity...' "Please..." My hands cradled her face and I hoped my expression didn't betray my nervousness. "Is...this what you want?" I asked gently. "It'd be your first...*I'd* be your first..." "I can think of no one better," she replied. "It...feels right. Here. Now." Natasha was so sure, the look in her eyes was trusting, completely, utterly. I shut my eyes, opening them a second later. "Alright..." I said simply and leaned forward, capturing her mouth, wrapping her close to me. This kiss was more passionate than the first, gently running tongue along her lips to allow me in, plundering her mouth. A purr rumbled deep in her chest and I chuckled silently. 'Ferocity, beauty, brains...is this real?' a part of me asked and my erection began to thicken, harden. Breaking the kiss, I dipped my head to her neck, licking slowly, sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulder. Whining, Natasha pushed against me, pulling open my dress shirt. Her breath was hot, nearly searing the skin it crossed as my shirt found a home on the floor. The cold air caressed what was exposed, providing contrast to the hot body I held in my grasp. "You'll have to pardon me...I'm a very methodical lover," I whispered in her ear, allowing a tongue to trace the rim down to the earlobe. As my hand found the zipper of her dress, she laughed softly. "I would expect nothing less of the great Gil Grissom..." Her dress pooled to the floor at her feet and she stepped out of the material. She wore no bra, her breasts hanging full and heavy and I began my assault, fingertips grazing the skin, lips working her dark nipples. Natasha's long fingers wrapped themselves in my hair, pushing me deeper, her moans soft but still reaching my ears. I moved my one of my hands down, hooking my thumbs in the black silk thong she wore, pulling it down slowly. 'She still shaves,' I thought and switched to the other breast, leaving the first engorged with blood. De-tangling her hands from my hair, Natasha tugged insistantly at my belt, growling low when it wouldn't give to her lustful menstrations. I bit back a smile and helped her, my pulsing erection twitching as it was freed and I stood, naked in front of her. "You shave," she said, smiling and I laughed, remembering that I had said the same thing the first time. "Is that a problem?" I replied and she giggled throwing her arms around my neck. "Does it look like a problem?" "Not at all." I knelt, grabbing her by her hips and lifted her up onto the bed, legs dangling over the side, spread wide. It didn't take a scientist to figure out the position I had set her in. "I never got to thank you for that night...really thank you," I said, gripping her thighs, stroking the soft skin there. Natasha inhaled, goosebumps springing up across her skin. "You...don't--" she began and I nuzzled where my hands were, leaning closer to her vagina, her scent igniting a fire in my belly. Not bothering to answer, I gave her clitorous a tentitive lick and was rewarded with a low moan, her protests ceasing. Slowly, carefully, I explored every fold, every dip of the most intimate part of her body, her cries increasing in pace but never volume. 'Quiet lover,' I thought and I focused on that small nub of flesh that seemed to be in control of all of her nerves, taking her swollen flesh in my mouth. "My...G-God," she breathed, hands finding their home in my hair again. "Gil..." Hips thrusted against my face, setting a rhythm I simply went with, using my tongue, swirling, coaxing, driving her higher. Natasha's body began to shake, containing the force of her orgasm and I doubled my efforts, driving to her core, licking the inside of her vaginal walls. Suddenly, her body jerked, hands tightening almost painfully in my hair as she orgasmed, a rush of fluid filling my mouth. 'Female ejaculation,' the scientist in me thought. 'Normal and...not bad, culinarily speaking. Clovers...' Licking, I cleaned her off, wiping my face in my shirt that was on the floor. Chest still heaving, the college student sat up, arms shaking as if she could barely support her weight. Her eyes were glazed but still lustful, eyelids hooded and focused on my erection which was dripping, leaving stains on the carpet that only a UV light could see. "Gil..." "Take your time," I said stroking her face, down her neck, in between her breasts. "Not until you are ready." I backed away from her, sitting on the bench that Warrick had made for me for one birthday or another and began to pleasure myself, the tension so high that if I didn't, I was going to explode. Her eyes never left mine, curious and preadatory, she watched my every move. 'Ever wondered how a rat feels when it comes across a snake in the grass? The rat knows, perhaps, that it's staring death incarnate in the face and yet, they still stare.' "Ready?" she asked, voice deeper with arousal. "I have been," I replied, eyes never leaving hers. "For a very long time. Come here." Standing and stalking over to me, she stood, gazing down at me, awaiting my next instructions. "Sit." A flash of white. "Like Santa?" "I have better gifts than Santa," I replied and reached for her hips, guiding her gently over the head of my penis. Her face contorted in pain as I stretched her insides and took her virginity slowly and painfully. "God," I moaned when I was fully seated inside her body, a tight wetness that pulsed and rippled all around the most sensitive part of my body. Gripping my shoulders, she winced, burying her face in the crook of my neck, her breath shaking. "Shh...shh, just relax. It won't hurt after you relax," I whispered and stroked her body; from the curve of her ample ass to the top of her shoulders, tracing the muscles across her shoulder blades. Lips moved against my ear ever so softly. "I think...I'm ready," she offered and I sat her up so she was facing me. "I picked this position for that reason. You're in full control. And it's very intimate." "Always thinking." Tentavely, she moved up before settling back down sharply, sharply, a shocked gasp escaping her throat. "Painful?" I asked worried and Natasha rolled her hips, pushing me deeper inside and I moaned, giving me my answer. Her rhythm was slow, gentle, our cries and gasps spiraling, mixing, becoming one as we did as well. Stroking my hair, she locked eyes with me. "I..." she started but I shook my head, raising a hand to her lips. "Not yet...please," I asked. Not that word, not here, even though we both knew it, right now I couldn't say it. Natasha nodded, understanding even as her hips became erratic in their timing, jerking. I reached down, grabbing a cheek in each hand and pulled her forward, faster, harder, my body burning with the need to climax, release like a song that I couldn't quite remember all the words to. Her head tilted back, hair cascading, breasts covered in our sweat, back arching as she gripped my arms. "Gil!" she screamed, her vagina squeezing me almost painfully as I let out a startled gasp and whispered her name, letting pleasure over take me. Dots danced across my vision, my body pulsing again and again, my head resting against the wall as I panted. Her hands gripped my biceps like they would leave as she shivered, repeating my name softly like a mantra before drifting off into darkness. I knew bruises would adorn my arms in the morning but I always wore long sleeves. No bother. Protectively, I raised her off my softening penis, legs still wobbly from the most intensive orgasm of my life and carried her to the bed. I sat her down gently, sliding in next to her, cuddling her smaller but no less imposing body to my chest. Her eyes met mine for an instant and she smiled lazily. "Thank you," she said softly before drifting off to sleep. I knew what she had wanted to say. And someday soon, I'll let her. But not tonight. Next |