| Once inside, the two faced off for a second before she walked up to him and put her arms around him. "Steward?" he asked softly and she smiled. "You know my first name," she replied and kissed him, pulling him down onto the couch. Grissom slid the strap off her dress off, caressing latte skin and massaging the muscles in her shoulders. Ducking her head, Natasha went for the older man's throat, removing his glasses and placing them on the end table. Grissom let out a moan deep in throat and slid a hand down into the bodice of her dress, causing her to hiss in pleasure. "Well, mystery man, I don't even know your name," she whispered and Grissom allowed a smile to cross his features. "Gil," he said simply and traces his spare hand up her dress to encounter her panty line. "Your first name eludes me at a time like this, forgive me." "Natasha," she replied and unbuttoned his shirt to feel skin on skin, becoming intoxicated with his scent. His skin was smooth, hiding a strength that only she could feel, muscles unused but waiting. Grissom's hands grabbed the bottom of her dress, pulling it up and allowing for her underwear to find a new home on the floor as he leaned forward. "Am I your first?" he whispered. "Only in this lifetime," Natasha breathed and Grissom frowned. 'Now he won't...Natasha, your mouth will get you in trouble...' she cursed silently. Kissing her neck gently, Grissom sighed. "I won't take that from you," he replied. "But...there are...alternatives." Natasha continued to unbutton his shirt, setting it gently on the floor. "And that would be?" Grissom slid his hands lower to the heat and wetness he found there. "Wait and see," the CSI agent said and his victim moaned, pulling him closer. His left hand caressed a pattern on her thighs as his right one explored her sex with all the focus of a scientist. Natasha groaned in frustration, his hand never going there, never taking the final leap. "Gil..." she whined and Grissom produced his trademark smirk. "If you insist," he replied and slid two fingers into her body and placing his thumb on her clit, rubbing it gently. The inside of her body was tight, warm, and wet and squeezed on Grissom's fingers almost in protest. "Good God," Natasha moaned as Grissom bent his head, licking her right nipple before latching on to it and sucking in the same rhythm as he was thrusting with his hand. Her back arched as she met him, capturing his lips in a clumsy but passionate kiss. Grissom smiled slightly and arched his fingers, striking the front of her inside and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. "Don't-I-need-DO THAT AGAIN!" she whispered harshly and he chuckled, latching on to the pulse in her throat with his mouth. 'I must tell Catherine she has to leave Cosmo lying around more often...' he considered briefly and traced his free hand up her back, kneading the corded power there. Natasha couldn't believe what she was feeling; her body being soothed inside and out. The younger of the two was less experienced and as she felt her orgasm build, she shook her head, unsure. 'What's happening...?' she thought, panting before Grissom leaned over in her ear. "Let it happen," he insisted and suddenly his fingers found heaven inside of her, massaging the spot that made her see stars. Her body jerked, a muted scream crawling out of her throat as fluid coated his hand and her thighs, Natasha herself falling unconscious. When she awoke, she had been cleaned, and re-clothed but Grissom was still sitting next to her with his shirt off and paper towel in hand. "Hello," he said, arching an eyebrow. "Hi," Natasha answered and blinked. "That was...great." "Thank you." Leaning forward, she put a hand on his thigh. "Are you not expecting in return?" she inquired and Grissom blinked. "This is a one for one trade off?" "Yes..." her hand went to the fly of his dress pants and Grissom inhaled. "Stop me if you don't want this." "Am I getting in your way?" Natasha smiled, feeling him throb under his boxers. "Not at all." She reached in, pulling out his hardness, wrapping her hand around it, amazed at how soft the skin was. Grissom's eyes shut, his hands running up her arms as she stroked him, causing him to moan softly. Pre-cum coated her hands but she continued to move gently, feeling him pulse as his breathing changed to a light pant. A wicked smile crossed her face and she slid off the couch, kneeling between his thighs. 'I hope he enjoys this...' she prayed silently and attentively licked the bead of moisture that gathered at the edge of his cock. Grissom had had only a few lovers but the feeling coursing through his body was completely new. He was just about to ask what Natasha was doing when her tongue hit his penis like a lighting bolt. Moaning, his hips ground forward, face burning with embarrassment. 'Damn, have some control!' some rational part of his mind ordered, but the feral part of his brain was dominating his actions. Bending, Natasha took the his head into his mouth, swirling her thick tongue around the thick knob of flesh, breathing in his heavy scent. Strong hands stroked the back of her head, asking what the older man couldn't voice. "Please..." One to oblige, the darker girl lowered her head, swallowing her new lover whole. Grissom gasped, shocked, gray/blue eyes staring off into nothing as stars danced across his vision. "My God..." he managed, his head tilting back. Her hands stroked his thighs through the material of his slacks, feeling him pulse in her mouth, tasting the precum that was dripping down the back of her throat. Bobbing her head, she moved up and down slowly at first but took a deep breath and began to move faster, deeper. The head of the Las Vegas Crime Lab was in heaven. He couldn't form a coherent sentence as he tried to tell the young woman that he was close, that he was so close he could feel his lower body tighten. All he could do was moan incoherently hips rolling in time to her thrust hoping that she would know what he couldn't say. His eyes rolled back in his head as he wrapped his fingers deep in her hair, her name ghosted past his lips as he exploded, his orgasm splashing the back of her throat. Natasha smiled, swallowing all that she was given, allowing herself to place a small kiss on his softening member. His body was still shivering slightly as she redressed him, placing his glasses back on as he opened his eye groggily. "I think it's my turn to say hello," she smiled and Grissom blinked. "Yeah..." he managed and sat up, looking at his state of dress and smiling then frowning. "I take it you don't expect much more from me...but you didn't have to do what you did..." "I'm a fool for saying no and I wanted to...I am an adult and so are you," Natasha grinned before turning serious. "But you're in love with someone else, I know. And we're alike yet from two different worlds; we just can't be." Next |