| Grissom unlocked the door and let me into his sparsly furnished apartment, mainly filled with books, bugs, and discarded paper work. There were small touches of home but I couldn't see how he lived so...sparsely. "You don't come home much," I stated and Grissom tossed his keys on the counter. "No...I stay at the office," he said simply. "So what do I need to do?" "Nothing yet. This girl is a virgin?" I asked, He nodded and I took a breath. "Ok, um, well I'm guessing that she's probably never had another naked male in her presence before. You can expect her to be scared, to be willing and a little nervous...actually alot nervous," I explained, sitting down on his couch. 'This thing is actually comfortable...perfect if things...need to be explained more.' Sitting next to her, Grissom wrung his hands, closing his eyes. "I'll be nervous too, Cath...really nervous," he said softly and I put a hand on his shoulder. "Gris, you're 48 years old and she's, what 19? You're going to have to lead this dance even if you don't want to...If you don't mind me asking, how many...uh...?" "Partners have I had?" Grissom finished and sighed. "I've only had sexual intercourse with two people." Catherine shook her head. "'Sexual intercourse'? You sound like a text book..." Grissom snorted. "You wanted me to say fucked?" he said deadpan and I laughed, covering my mouth. "No, no," I said, giggling. "I meant, 'made love to', 'had sex with'. I have a feeling you aren't a quick lover." "No...I like to take my time. Sara said I took too long. That I...drew things out," he said and looked at her. Catherine felt her melt at that look. 'If it wasn't for things, you'd make a good husband,' I thought to myself. 'You're just too gaurded. I hope this girl can break through that.' Taking a breath, I stood, walking in front of him, turning on the heat. 'I hope I'm not making a mistake...' Tossing her hair, she held her hands at her side, casual. "Pretend I'm her. What would you do?" I said and I saw his eyes widen, going pale. "I would, uh--" "No, show me. If you do something wrong, I'll direct you." Grissom stood and took a breath, walking towards her. His eyes were nearly steel gray in the low light as he stopped in front of me, brushing my hair out of my face slowly. There was a question in those eyes before he kissed me, chaste and soft, settling his hands on the small of my back. 'So far, so good,' I thought and wrapped my arms around my neck. His tongue tentivly touched my lips and I opened my mouth, inviting him in, feeling his hands, startling strong, massaging my back. Grissom's kiss was slightly dominating, burningly passionate as he continued and I felt my knees go weak. 'Damn, cumbersome? Sara, who in the hell have you been with before?' I thought and he broke the kiss, gasping, before ducking, licking the hollow of my throat. His hands were warm, barely calloused as he reached under the hem of my shirt, stroking the skin there. A low moan betrayed me and I pushed against him, startled at his state of arousal. 'One thing you forgot to mention to me; the size of the weapon he was working with,' I thought ruefully, his lips never ceasing the assualt on my neck and collar bone. Nervous. So damn nervous. His hands wouldn't move above my ribs and I whispered, "It's ok, you can't have sex with clothes on." Grissom pulled back, blinking, before giving me an embarressed smile. "I...don't know how far you're willing to--" "Shhh, let me worry about that." Desire pumped through my blood as I reached for his shirt, untucking it, removing the buttons, kissing the skin I revealed. 'Gym? Grissom? Where the hell did all this muscle come from?' A soft groan filtered past his lips and I smiled, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off. The flat of my tongue ran across his nipple and I was rewarded with a gasp, hands tighting on my shoulders. My lips wrapped around the hard nub, teasing and sucking before moving on to the next one, getting wetter hearing him moan. One hand buried itself in my hair, massaging my scalp as he gasped. "Cath...erine," he whispered and I continued, thinking he was just calling my name, licking across his chest. A small whine. "God! Catherine! I haven't even gotten your shirt off and you're trying to make me cum!" he hissed and I looked up at him, innocent smile. "Don't be surprised if she's not completely innocent. I'm playing as you here," I whispered and reached down, pulling off my shirt, skirt, and boots, leaving me in my underwear and bra. "Your focus, as the dominate, is pleasing your partner. For now, I'm the ruling party, just be patient. So, you have a lesson in bra 101?" Grissom reached a hand up and in a fluid motion, her bra was not only unhooked but on the floor. When I gave him a surprised look, he said, "I'm not that innocent either," and kissed the curve of my breast, treating my nipples the same way I treated his. 'Damn, I've created a monster...' I though breifly before grabbing the back of his head, wanting him to continue. Reaching down, he grabbed my ass, kneading it, molding it through the flimsy bikini underwear I wore pushing me against his trapped cock. I groaned, gasping in surprise, feeling his hands pull my underwear to the floor, licking a slow line down my stomach, dipping into my belly button, across the top of my vagina. "Shit, Gris..." "Still want to be the ruling party?" he asked, voice thick with sex and I looked at him. "Are you always this sarcasitc?" I questioned and he bent, picking me up and laying me on the couch. "Yes," he answered and coaxed my legs apart. "You're going to take your pants off if you're going to have sex with me," I stated and he nodded. "I want to see if I'm doing this right," he said almost innocently and licked the inside of one thigh, stroking the other. I knew what he was talking about and I put my hands over my eyes. "Gris, you don't have to do this..." Hot air on my clit. 'Goddamn it!' my mind screamed and my hips twitched, wanting what my brain was denying. 'What the hell have I gotten myself into...?' Slowly and methodically, Grissom explored with his tongue, probing, licking, playing my body like a well tuned instrument. His hands rested lightly on my thighs, caressing so softly that I didn't know whether to scream in pleasure or cry from his tenderness. 'Sara...I thought you were smarter than this...and he doesn't even love me as much as you...' My legs hooked over his shoulders, pulling him deeper, feeling my body coil with each second he continued, fisting my hands so I didn't snatch him bald. Hips twitching, they lost their rhythm as I felt my climax move from my belly to the fire between my legs. "Oh, fuck!" I yelled as my body was rocked from the hardest orgasm I'd felt in a long time. My eyes squeezed shut, I could tell Grissom was still working down there, cleaning and licking as my mind settled into an satisfied haze. Suddenly the mouth was gone and Grissom was cradling me, holding me close, an arm thrown protectively around my shoulders. Slow fingers worked their way through my hair, a soothing kiss on my burning forehead. "Catherine?" he said softly and I arched an eyebrow, eyes shut, feeling comfortable, safe. "Mmm?" "Are you ok?" Next |