Unexpected Contact

Title: Unexpected Contact
Author: ScullyAsTrinity
Rating: NC-17
Thanks: To Carmen for the beta... This is for Kay!
Summary: "Grisssss..." A low hiss of pleasure into his ear when he dipped his fingers beneath the band of her shorts and stroked her cleft slowly.

He liked it when she was on top. He loved it, in fact. Having her long, lean, strong body capturing his tightly and being able to watch as she tossed her head about; it was amazing. He adored the long line of her neck when she arched back and came over him, sweat and skin and abandon. He loved to watch her.

Tonight-she was on top again, had pressed him to the bed unexpectedly and captured his lips hard. She told him that she loved him and loved him and loved him and had proceeded to take his ear into her mouth and suck. He loved that too. He just loved her, all of her.

"Grisssss..." A low hiss of pleasure into his ear when he dipped his fingers beneath the band of her shorts and stroked her cleft slowly. Oh, the delicious, thick, erotic wetness of her tantalized him blindly, nearly screaming at him to forge on with his endeavor and feel more... more.

One, two. Two fingers inside her, stroking hard but slowly, as his palm bumped steadily against the rise of her clit. She took the lobe of his ear between her teeth and rocked in time with his steady motion. Slick and hot, he pressed up against her inner wall and she cried out, her thighs gripping his forearm. A pleased, cocky smile slid up on his face and she pulled back to kiss him softly.

A minute and thirty-two seconds. A new record, but he would never tell her that. His own little secret, a dirty one, to cherish until he broke the record again.

Sara, oblivious to Grissom's mental tally sheet, pulled back and divested herself of her shorts quickly. She wasn't in the mood for games tonight; no more soft tender touches resounding throughout the evening. No, she wished to take him hard and fast, to feel him pressing into her with the abandon she knew he felt for her.

Furthuring her own little plan, she rid him of his clothing, shirt first, pants and boxers following. Completely naked, splayed on the bed before her, he looked akin to a feast and damned if she wasn't famished. Shirt still draped over her thin frame, she climbed onto him and took him inside of her, allowing her wetness to caress him fully before she began to move.

And when she did, she purred, brushing her tongue over her lips, licking them when she shold have been licking him.

When the thought struck her, she leaned down and kissed him, allowing her tongue to fuck his mouth just as he was fucking her body.

His growl of appreciation ran a thrill through her. His hands couldn't decide where to touch. They began on her arms, then moved under her shirt to her breasts and then down to her hips where they remained for some time.

Sara moved lower to tackle the glorious expanse of his neck and when she did so, her thighs clenched around him, tightening exponentially. Grissom was thrown, assualted by pleasure, the sensory overload spurring his hands to her ass when they smacked down hard. Then they lifted and smacked down again, the sound of the contact distinct of the wet slide of their bodies.

Sara stopped and sat back, hair and eyes equally wild, surprise etching the delicate features.

He'd somehow crossed a line, or so he thought. "I'm sorry," he uttered, embaressment beginning to creep up his cheeks. Sara simply dug her hands into his shoulders and stared at him.

"Do that again," she ordered and slid down hard on him, driving her point home. He did, he spanked her lightly on the ass and she groaned and sped up.

Her tongue flicked out along his jawline and she began to pant, actually pant as if some sort of dog in heat on top of him. Her mouth took up a vestige of inappropriate words, asking him to "please fuck her," and "spank her ass" and "fuck her cunt".

Grissom was quite sure he'd never been so turned on in his entire fifty years on Earth.

He brought his hand down hard on Sara's tight, lucious ass and she screamed, and clenching around him and came so hard she thought she might pass out. Grissom held off, solely to watch her orgasm take her, to witness her reaction. Then he too came, hard, pumping into her with a fierceness that nearly knocked him out.

She fell bonelessly on top of him and his arms came around and held her tightly to him. She was quivering and he didn't know why. It was most likely due to the intensity, but he had to be sure she wasn't hurt.

"Sara honey?"

"Mmm," she gurgled, tongue coming out to lick his collarbone. "That was... so... good."

Grissom smiled against her shoulder and moved her off of him. She flopped down on her belly and thrust her face into the pillow.

She'd never felt to sated before.

Grissom sat up to pull the sheets over them and looked at her ass. "Honey," he trailed his pointer finger over the slope of her ass gently. "You're so red."

"Mmm," she drawled. "I look really good in red."