The Miami Sofitel (7/?)
Title: The Miami Sofitel (7/?)
Author: SomewhereApart
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Eric/Calleigh
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: After the events of "The Deluca Motel," Calliegh gives Eric an upgrade.
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six
If anyone had told him three hours ago that Calleigh wanted him as much as he wanted her, he’d have told them they were crazy and a liar. So imagine his surprise now that Calleigh was half reclined on the edge of the bed, one arm propping her up, the other banded tight around his neck, her nails scraping lightly against his shoulder as they devoured each other. Her breath was quick and heavy, and she was making these hungry little noises - a lot like the ones he was making, actually.
She arched into his hand as he palmed her breast, moaning softly and nipping at his bottom lip before mumbling between kisses, “I can’t - get enough of - your -mm! - mouth. God.” She tugged him impossibly closer and he lost his rather precarious hold on his balance, pinning her suddenly to the bed.
Threading his fingers into her hair, he delved into her mouth again, both of them snickering into the kiss. “I had no idea you - wanted me this - much.”
“Yes, you did,” she chided softly as she - heaven help him - brought one of her legs up to hook around his thigh and grind him against her.
“No, I really didn’t.” Propped on his elbows, he stroked his thumbs against her temples and ground his hips slowly against hers, watching her lashes flutter as the same sizzle of pleasure that spread through him burned in her. “I knew there was something there, but I never knew you’d be this… eager.”
She brought both hands up to cup the back of his neck, weaving her fingers together there. “Nice to know I hid it well.” The smile she gave him was half devious, half shy, and she whispered to him as if she was trading state secrets when she told him, “I’ve been dreaming of you for months. Years.”
Well now, that was good for the ego. He grinned, ducking his head to plant slow, wet kisses down the column of her throat. “Do tell.”
“Mmmmm, mm-mm,” she refused playfully, tilting her head to give him more room. He nipped gently at her collar, and she gasped, thrilling him. What else would make her gasp, he wondered?
“That’s not very nice,” he mock-scolded, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat and feeling her swallow down a moan. “Not very… fair.”
Her chuckle in response was low and throaty, and she put her hands to work tugging his shirt over his head. She was only mildly successful. “What is it they say? All’s fair in love and war?”
“Yeah, but it’s a big old lie.” Eric pushed back up, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, and quickly flipped open the buttons of his shirt. “Works better this way,” he smirked at her, ego good and well stroked by the way she watched him, biting down on her lower lip, eyes all dark green and lusty. God, she was a picture. “See something you like?”
“Mm. Sexy Cuban.” And then, Lord help him, she decided to follow suit, letting one hand wander down her collar to begin tugging her own buttons free. “And it’s only unfair to not tell you about the dreams if you’ve told me about yours. Which you haven’t.”
Oh, that was just too easy, Eric thought, shrugging off his button-down and tugging his undershirt over his head. She’d just finished her last button, so he caught her hands and leaned over her again, pinning her. He started with her mouth, because it was irresistible, trading deep, leisurely kisses until they were both panting softly again, Calleigh’s hands flexing against his. Then he trailed off down her jaw and began to murmur to her. “The first one was after my first day of work.”
Her tight, half-dreading “Oh, God,” made him grin. She’d caught on now. Good. He chuckled, scraped teeth lightly against her pulse. “You’d been all sunny smiles, and helpful advice, and the accent.” He embellished a little moan, nipping her collar again, and she shifted restlessly. He was honestly surprised she’d let him hold her down this long; Calleigh had never seemed to type to relinquish control. “I love the accent. And you were wearing this tight tank top. So sexy.” His lips were wandering the swell of her breast now, sucking and nipping between phrases, tongue teasing along the lavender lace edge of her bra. “I dreamed we fucked in the ballistics lab.”
Her moan was eager and full, and she shifted under him again. Still, he didn’t let her up. “That’s a pretty common one, actually. Sex in your lab. Dreamt of you last night and woke up hard, and imagined us in the ballistics lab to, uh, take care of things in the shower this morning.”
“God, Eric,” she breathed, finally wrestling her fingers free and cupping his head, trying to guide him to her nipple. “Don’t tell me that.” He gave her one quick nip through the lace of her bra. The little squeak she let out in response was nothing short of adorable.
“Why not?” He let one hand wander down her belly until it found the button of her slacks, tugging it free, then easing the zipper down and sliding his fingers beneath the fabric.
“Because.”
“Because why?” he asked, ghosting his fingers between her legs, too light to be anything but teasing over the thin cotton under his hand. Still, her breath hitched up in anticipation.
“Because,” she sighed, arching her hips toward his hand and frowning when he evaded.
“Because…?” He stroked again, with a little more pressure, watching her bite down on her lip and squeeze her eyes shut. Oh, he had her now. Another stroke, lighter this time.
“Eric, stop teasing,” Calleigh breathed again, lashes fluttering.
“Tell me why.”
Her answer came in a rush as she arched her hips toward him again. “Because that’s what I dream about too.”
Grinning triumphantly, Eric gave her one firm stroke, and she moaned eagerly, and breathed a soft encouragement. “Oh, is it?”
“Shut up,” she hissed, twisting to wrestle her shirt off her arms and reaching beneath herself to deftly flip open her bra. She tugged it away before he could stop her, and Eric swallowed hard, unable to resist leaning down and swirling his tongue around a stiff, pink peak.
“Cheater,” he murmured against her skin before sucking gently and earning himself a breathy moan. God, she was irresistible.
“You’re one to talk,” she scoffed lightly, cupping the back of his head to keep him where she wanted. He let her this time. “Getting me all riled up and then slowing down, teasing me.”
“It doesn’t feel good?” Her nails scraped his scalp as he nibbled lightly at her, her breath going deeper, legs winding around his again. He knew if she said no, she’d be lying.
“Too good. We have all night; tease me later.”
“Mm.” Now that was a sentiment he could appreciate. “Needy?”
“Fuck you.”
Eric lifted his head, and frowned at her scowl. “Strong language for you. Nothing wrong with needy. I’m feeling pretty damned needy myself here.” Eric took one of her hands, brought it down between them to cup his erection. “See?”
“Then why are you waiting?” She quirked a brow at him, leaving her hand there when he drew his away and starting a slow, delicious stroke against him. Suddenly her question made a hell of a lot of sense.
“Wanted to enjoy you.” He crushed his lips to hers again, hotter, more urgent. “But I suppose I can do that later.”
“Yes,” she agreed, nodding insistently. “Yes, you can. You can enjoy all you want - later. But now… yes, I’m needy. I need you.” She flicked her gaze to his, sweet and imploring, and Eric knew enough to know she was playing him but didn’t mind a bit. “Please.”
Unable to resist her, he nipped her bottom lip and reassured, “Okay. But I have to do something first.” As he pulled away, her head fell back with a frustrated groan and he couldn’t help but laugh at her. “I don’t think you’re going to mind this.”
And then he tugged her hips all the way to the edge of the bed and knelt between her thighs, tugging her bottoms down until she was naked before him. His heart thudded heavily. He was really with Calleigh, and she was really naked. Totally naked. Totally naked, and open, and all his. And when he leaned in and pressed his tongue gently to her clit, she let out this soft little cry and clutched at him, and it was better than any of the dreams.
He took his time, teasing her with light kisses and licks, pleased to discover her stop teasings had turned into yeses and oh gods and mores. Apparently he could take as much time as he wanted, so long as he was giving her the goods. He let his tongue trail down, dipped it into her once, twice, a third time, and she squirmed and gasped his name. He was tempted to reach down and pinch himself to make sure this was real, absolutely real, but he was pretty sure none of his technicolor dreams could match the hi-def reality of the way she tasted, all earthy and female, the way she squirmed and murmured, the way her moans went high and breathy when he began to plant soft, sucking kisses over her clit.
She was close, really close, and he brought one fingertip up to trail over her sex as he continued to suck at her, to flick his tongue over her, brush his lips against her. She arched toward him, and he let the finger slide in, urging a pleading, “More!” from her. Another finger and she moaned greedily, hissed her approval and pressed his head harder against her. He let his fingers stay slow and easy inside her, in and out, in and out, but upped the pressure of his mouth, sucking harder against her, quicker, until she gasped and grunted and cried out. Her hands flitted restlessly over his skull, his neck, his shoulders as she urged him on, babbling now about how close she was, how good it felt, how she needed just a little more, just a little, so close, don’t stop, never stop.
And then he felt the ripple of her orgasm, her rushed words giving way to soft, keening cries of his name, over and over, and God if he hadn’t been hard before, hearing Calleigh moan his name as she came would have been enough to make him hard as nails in an instant. When she’d peaked, he let up, but didn’t stop. Instead, he switched back to the soft licks, the gentle kisses, reveling in the way each one made her twitch slightly as she fought to get her breath back.
“Wow,” she breathed, and he looked up to see her press a hand to her forehead, then shove it into her hair, then let it fall limp against the bed. “Unh, that was what I needed.”
Chuckling, he nipped his way up to her navel, pressing a kiss there before pushing back to his feet and shucking his pants. “I’ve wanted to do that to you for years.”
Her smile was a little shy this time as she shook her head. “You have not.”
“Yeah. I have.” Finally as naked as she was, he nudged her knee to urge her to scoot back, covering her body with his when she complied. “Wanted to know how you’d taste, what you’d sound like, how you’d move.”
He kissed her again, nipped at her bottom lip again and she smiled at him, letting her fingertips trail down his torso. “I hope I lived up to your expectations.”
“Surpassed them,” he assured, groaning as she wrapped her fingers around his erection and began stroking slowly. “You’re incredible.”
He thought she blushed a little then, but she was still flushed from her orgasm, so he couldn’t quite tell. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Lifting her head to kiss him, she swirled her palm over his head, ran her thumb against where it met the shaft and he cursed softly against her mouth.
“Cal, stop. Or don’t, but…” He quirked his brows at her, hoping she’d get the meaning: he needed more or less, but the slow stroke of her hand would be his undoing.
“Roll over,” she urged, drawing her hand away. “I want to be on top.”
Grinning, Eric did as he was told.
Author: SomewhereApart
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Eric/Calleigh
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: After the events of "The Deluca Motel," Calliegh gives Eric an upgrade.
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six
If anyone had told him three hours ago that Calleigh wanted him as much as he wanted her, he’d have told them they were crazy and a liar. So imagine his surprise now that Calleigh was half reclined on the edge of the bed, one arm propping her up, the other banded tight around his neck, her nails scraping lightly against his shoulder as they devoured each other. Her breath was quick and heavy, and she was making these hungry little noises - a lot like the ones he was making, actually.
She arched into his hand as he palmed her breast, moaning softly and nipping at his bottom lip before mumbling between kisses, “I can’t - get enough of - your -mm! - mouth. God.” She tugged him impossibly closer and he lost his rather precarious hold on his balance, pinning her suddenly to the bed.
Threading his fingers into her hair, he delved into her mouth again, both of them snickering into the kiss. “I had no idea you - wanted me this - much.”
“Yes, you did,” she chided softly as she - heaven help him - brought one of her legs up to hook around his thigh and grind him against her.
“No, I really didn’t.” Propped on his elbows, he stroked his thumbs against her temples and ground his hips slowly against hers, watching her lashes flutter as the same sizzle of pleasure that spread through him burned in her. “I knew there was something there, but I never knew you’d be this… eager.”
She brought both hands up to cup the back of his neck, weaving her fingers together there. “Nice to know I hid it well.” The smile she gave him was half devious, half shy, and she whispered to him as if she was trading state secrets when she told him, “I’ve been dreaming of you for months. Years.”
Well now, that was good for the ego. He grinned, ducking his head to plant slow, wet kisses down the column of her throat. “Do tell.”
“Mmmmm, mm-mm,” she refused playfully, tilting her head to give him more room. He nipped gently at her collar, and she gasped, thrilling him. What else would make her gasp, he wondered?
“That’s not very nice,” he mock-scolded, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat and feeling her swallow down a moan. “Not very… fair.”
Her chuckle in response was low and throaty, and she put her hands to work tugging his shirt over his head. She was only mildly successful. “What is it they say? All’s fair in love and war?”
“Yeah, but it’s a big old lie.” Eric pushed back up, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, and quickly flipped open the buttons of his shirt. “Works better this way,” he smirked at her, ego good and well stroked by the way she watched him, biting down on her lower lip, eyes all dark green and lusty. God, she was a picture. “See something you like?”
“Mm. Sexy Cuban.” And then, Lord help him, she decided to follow suit, letting one hand wander down her collar to begin tugging her own buttons free. “And it’s only unfair to not tell you about the dreams if you’ve told me about yours. Which you haven’t.”
Oh, that was just too easy, Eric thought, shrugging off his button-down and tugging his undershirt over his head. She’d just finished her last button, so he caught her hands and leaned over her again, pinning her. He started with her mouth, because it was irresistible, trading deep, leisurely kisses until they were both panting softly again, Calleigh’s hands flexing against his. Then he trailed off down her jaw and began to murmur to her. “The first one was after my first day of work.”
Her tight, half-dreading “Oh, God,” made him grin. She’d caught on now. Good. He chuckled, scraped teeth lightly against her pulse. “You’d been all sunny smiles, and helpful advice, and the accent.” He embellished a little moan, nipping her collar again, and she shifted restlessly. He was honestly surprised she’d let him hold her down this long; Calleigh had never seemed to type to relinquish control. “I love the accent. And you were wearing this tight tank top. So sexy.” His lips were wandering the swell of her breast now, sucking and nipping between phrases, tongue teasing along the lavender lace edge of her bra. “I dreamed we fucked in the ballistics lab.”
Her moan was eager and full, and she shifted under him again. Still, he didn’t let her up. “That’s a pretty common one, actually. Sex in your lab. Dreamt of you last night and woke up hard, and imagined us in the ballistics lab to, uh, take care of things in the shower this morning.”
“God, Eric,” she breathed, finally wrestling her fingers free and cupping his head, trying to guide him to her nipple. “Don’t tell me that.” He gave her one quick nip through the lace of her bra. The little squeak she let out in response was nothing short of adorable.
“Why not?” He let one hand wander down her belly until it found the button of her slacks, tugging it free, then easing the zipper down and sliding his fingers beneath the fabric.
“Because.”
“Because why?” he asked, ghosting his fingers between her legs, too light to be anything but teasing over the thin cotton under his hand. Still, her breath hitched up in anticipation.
“Because,” she sighed, arching her hips toward his hand and frowning when he evaded.
“Because…?” He stroked again, with a little more pressure, watching her bite down on her lip and squeeze her eyes shut. Oh, he had her now. Another stroke, lighter this time.
“Eric, stop teasing,” Calleigh breathed again, lashes fluttering.
“Tell me why.”
Her answer came in a rush as she arched her hips toward him again. “Because that’s what I dream about too.”
Grinning triumphantly, Eric gave her one firm stroke, and she moaned eagerly, and breathed a soft encouragement. “Oh, is it?”
“Shut up,” she hissed, twisting to wrestle her shirt off her arms and reaching beneath herself to deftly flip open her bra. She tugged it away before he could stop her, and Eric swallowed hard, unable to resist leaning down and swirling his tongue around a stiff, pink peak.
“Cheater,” he murmured against her skin before sucking gently and earning himself a breathy moan. God, she was irresistible.
“You’re one to talk,” she scoffed lightly, cupping the back of his head to keep him where she wanted. He let her this time. “Getting me all riled up and then slowing down, teasing me.”
“It doesn’t feel good?” Her nails scraped his scalp as he nibbled lightly at her, her breath going deeper, legs winding around his again. He knew if she said no, she’d be lying.
“Too good. We have all night; tease me later.”
“Mm.” Now that was a sentiment he could appreciate. “Needy?”
“Fuck you.”
Eric lifted his head, and frowned at her scowl. “Strong language for you. Nothing wrong with needy. I’m feeling pretty damned needy myself here.” Eric took one of her hands, brought it down between them to cup his erection. “See?”
“Then why are you waiting?” She quirked a brow at him, leaving her hand there when he drew his away and starting a slow, delicious stroke against him. Suddenly her question made a hell of a lot of sense.
“Wanted to enjoy you.” He crushed his lips to hers again, hotter, more urgent. “But I suppose I can do that later.”
“Yes,” she agreed, nodding insistently. “Yes, you can. You can enjoy all you want - later. But now… yes, I’m needy. I need you.” She flicked her gaze to his, sweet and imploring, and Eric knew enough to know she was playing him but didn’t mind a bit. “Please.”
Unable to resist her, he nipped her bottom lip and reassured, “Okay. But I have to do something first.” As he pulled away, her head fell back with a frustrated groan and he couldn’t help but laugh at her. “I don’t think you’re going to mind this.”
And then he tugged her hips all the way to the edge of the bed and knelt between her thighs, tugging her bottoms down until she was naked before him. His heart thudded heavily. He was really with Calleigh, and she was really naked. Totally naked. Totally naked, and open, and all his. And when he leaned in and pressed his tongue gently to her clit, she let out this soft little cry and clutched at him, and it was better than any of the dreams.
He took his time, teasing her with light kisses and licks, pleased to discover her stop teasings had turned into yeses and oh gods and mores. Apparently he could take as much time as he wanted, so long as he was giving her the goods. He let his tongue trail down, dipped it into her once, twice, a third time, and she squirmed and gasped his name. He was tempted to reach down and pinch himself to make sure this was real, absolutely real, but he was pretty sure none of his technicolor dreams could match the hi-def reality of the way she tasted, all earthy and female, the way she squirmed and murmured, the way her moans went high and breathy when he began to plant soft, sucking kisses over her clit.
She was close, really close, and he brought one fingertip up to trail over her sex as he continued to suck at her, to flick his tongue over her, brush his lips against her. She arched toward him, and he let the finger slide in, urging a pleading, “More!” from her. Another finger and she moaned greedily, hissed her approval and pressed his head harder against her. He let his fingers stay slow and easy inside her, in and out, in and out, but upped the pressure of his mouth, sucking harder against her, quicker, until she gasped and grunted and cried out. Her hands flitted restlessly over his skull, his neck, his shoulders as she urged him on, babbling now about how close she was, how good it felt, how she needed just a little more, just a little, so close, don’t stop, never stop.
And then he felt the ripple of her orgasm, her rushed words giving way to soft, keening cries of his name, over and over, and God if he hadn’t been hard before, hearing Calleigh moan his name as she came would have been enough to make him hard as nails in an instant. When she’d peaked, he let up, but didn’t stop. Instead, he switched back to the soft licks, the gentle kisses, reveling in the way each one made her twitch slightly as she fought to get her breath back.
“Wow,” she breathed, and he looked up to see her press a hand to her forehead, then shove it into her hair, then let it fall limp against the bed. “Unh, that was what I needed.”
Chuckling, he nipped his way up to her navel, pressing a kiss there before pushing back to his feet and shucking his pants. “I’ve wanted to do that to you for years.”
Her smile was a little shy this time as she shook her head. “You have not.”
“Yeah. I have.” Finally as naked as she was, he nudged her knee to urge her to scoot back, covering her body with his when she complied. “Wanted to know how you’d taste, what you’d sound like, how you’d move.”
He kissed her again, nipped at her bottom lip again and she smiled at him, letting her fingertips trail down his torso. “I hope I lived up to your expectations.”
“Surpassed them,” he assured, groaning as she wrapped her fingers around his erection and began stroking slowly. “You’re incredible.”
He thought she blushed a little then, but she was still flushed from her orgasm, so he couldn’t quite tell. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Lifting her head to kiss him, she swirled her palm over his head, ran her thumb against where it met the shaft and he cursed softly against her mouth.
“Cal, stop. Or don’t, but…” He quirked his brows at her, hoping she’d get the meaning: he needed more or less, but the slow stroke of her hand would be his undoing.
“Roll over,” she urged, drawing her hand away. “I want to be on top.”
Grinning, Eric did as he was told.