| I opened my mouth, her voice gentle but demanding. "Passion...pride...fire," I managed and her teeth graced the skin of my neck, causing me to whimper. "Do you know what I see in yours?" she offered, fingers undoing the buttons on my wrists. When I shook my head, she chuckled, the sound reverbrating in my chest. "Need, desire, and...fear," she whispered in my ear and I shuddered. "You still fear me, Gil?" I nodded and Natasha unbuttoned my shirt with a patient slowness. "Why?" My skin was hot, needing her touch to ease the straining of my body. "Because...you take me...to a place I've never been before," I rasped, the flat of her tongue running along my chest. Suddenly, cool air replaced the warm, slick tongue, causing my back to arch. "God..." "Do you want me now?" Natasha asked and I nodded. "Please..." I knew I sounded pitiful, hoping, maybe that would jerk her heartstrings a little. 'I have a low tolerance of pleasure...you know that, Natasha...' Another chuckle. "I don't think so...I want you to the edge...and then I want to keep you there," she growled, teeth connecting with the skin between my ribs. "I want you to feel what I feel everytime you make love to me." My back arched as my younger lover tore my shirt, pants and boxers from me, giving my erection some place to go other than the zipper of my pants. I grabbed her forearms as pre-ejaculate dripped down, evidence of my arousal and dared to look up, nothing hiding what I felt. 'Do something,' I begged silently and Natasha peeled my fingers from her arms, leaving welts as she gripped my penis, bending her head as she licked away the mess I had made. Stars. I had never seen so many stars. My hips jerked, my brain and body no longer one functioning entity, trying to push deeper into that mouth even as I tried to fight the impulse. Smaller steel hands wrapped around my waist as she snarled slightly, holding me in place, demanding that I wait. The tip of her tongue traced every vein and ridge of my penis, making me shiver, forcing me to beg. "Natasha!" "I guess some release is in order," she reasoned, wrapping her lips around the head, tongue stroking the swollen flesh. My hands balled into fists, white knuckled, my head tossing and turning, as I groaned loudly. Her head bobbed, stoking my inner fires, climax so close I could feel it, taste it, smell it in the sex filled air... Like a wet dream, the mouth was gone and I was staring into her eyes again, gasping. Somehow, Natasha was naked, I reached for her in a haze, grabbing her waist. "Natasha..." I moaned, pushing my erection up towards her body, craving contact. "I...need you..." Smiling, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, bending close. "I love it when you say my name like that, Gil," she purred, running her hands through my hair. The most sensitive part of my body pulsed, weeping, as I moaned. "Do you really need me? Do you really want me like I want you right now?" "Yes! Natasha!" I nearly screamed, feeling like I was going to explode, throat almost raw. 'Set me free...if you have any mercy...' In an instant, her powerful, smaller body surrounded me in its heat and I bit my lip to keep from actually screaming outloud. 'Oh, shit!' I bemoaned silently, knowing that I wasn't going to last too long. "No, let me hear you," Natasha rasped, shaking as I was seated inside her. Slowly at first she moved, her tight body adjusting to the intruder in pulses, causing me to gasp, her hands attaching themselves to my shoulders. But after a few minutes, she began to thrust harder, colliding with me with a force I could barely match. The tips of my fingers dug into her ribs, calling to heaven and hell alike as I felt my skin burn, our sweat combining as she moved, her cries short and breathless. My orgasm was close, so close and I opened my eyes a crack to stare at her flushed face in the darkness. "Natasha...I can't stop it..." I gasped and she nodded, throwing her head back with a short cry. Without warning, her vagina tightened around me, rippling and I knew I screamed as I came apart at the seams, falling into a darkness that smelled like roses... 'Purring...what's purring?' I thought as I opened my eyes slowly and met Natasha's loving gaze. "My bojirk, my blue eyed wolf, my intense lover," she whispered, a gentle kiss crossing my lips. "I thought you had fell asleep..." I sat up, stretching. "No...no sleep. Just...blacked out." My arms wrapped around her frame and I planted a kiss on her nose. "I love you. Thank you." "I love you too. I should be thanking you," she giggled, nuzzling my chest. "You're...just...wow. So have you learned a lesson in waiting?" A slow grin twisted my face and Natasha blinked. "Oh yeah...but I think that it's time you go to school too," I said, pinning her to the bed as she looked up at me, shocked. "Today's lesson is called 'Payback'." "Aw, fuck..." Catherine had a headache. Actually a hangover but with the pounding in her head, she could care less about the technicalities. 'I'm not drinking for a really, *really* long time. Wait, this isn't my bed.' Sitting up with a start, I felt my head spin and I fell back on the pillow. "Ok, not doing that again," I muttered and I heard a voice. "Catherine?" "Who's there?" I called out. Atleast I was still in my clothes from last night, minus my boots. 'Thank God for small favors,' I reasoned. Warrick stepped into the room, shirtless, a towel wrapped around his waist, rivulets of water running down the lines of his chest. "Cath, you up?" he asked and I blinked. "Uh...yeah...why am I in your bed and what happened last night?" Too tan to blush completely, he only managed to look more embaressed. "Well, I went to drop you off and you passed out. My apartment was closer so I decided to just put you to bed here," Warrick explained. "Lindsey called; I told her that you were here because you didn't feel good but you'd be there to pick her up this afternoon." My eyes and my brain was wandering and I put my hand over my face. 'Ok, Cath, everything is fine,' I reasoned. 'You didn't have wild crazy sex last night with your co-worker. Ok. Good. I think. Shit. I'm going to kill you Grissom.' "Thanks Warrick, I owe you one. Now why are you naked?" "I was in the shower," he laughed. "And I'm not naked, I'm wearing a towel." I took my hand away to watch the water beading on his skin, fighting the impulse to stalk over and lick it off. "And parts of Lake Meade," I said softly and sat up slowly. "But it's more than I used to wear...at work, mind you." Yawning, I stood, walking towards him. "So...we didn't...do anything last night?" Next |