The Miami Sofitel (8/?)
Title: The Miami Sofitel (8/?)
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 | Chapter Seven
Calleigh wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of confidence had come from. Not that she didn’t love it on top - she did - but there was still enough of a demure Southern lady in her to usually let the guy lead the first time they hopped into bed. At least for the first round. Maybe it was the way she imagined his muscles would ripple as he moved beneath her, or maybe she didn’t want to be quite so close and intimate after the intimacy of crying on his shoulder. Or maybe she was just still a little brain-fried from the delectable oral sex. Regardless, she’d taken the reins, and she wasn’t about to make herself look silly by handing them back over, so she straddled him and reached between them to give him another slow, measured stroke. She was secretly pleased by the way his palms settled against her hips, fingers splaying across her rear. His thumbs stroked her hips, and he moaned softly before tugging her gently toward him.
Getting the message, she guided him to her, looking away when those brown eyes caught hers, open and honest, and oh-so-in-love. That was a little too much right now. She needed to focus on one drastic shift in their relationship at a time, and the imminent sex was much more pressing. His breath grew heavier when she hovered for just a moment, his head nestled against her but not in her, and then she let herself sink down slowly, moaning with him as he filled her. Her eyes dropped shut, teeth catching her lip as she let herself savor the feel of him inside her, just-big-enough but not too big. Thunder cracked outside just as she settled over him to the hilt, and something about it made her giggle. She couldn’t help it.
When she felt the slight convulsion of his own chuckle, she let her eyes blink open again to find him grinning at her. “Think that was a sign?”
“Mm. If it happens again when I… you know…”
“Scream my name while you come?” he supplied with a cheeky grin.
Calleigh scoffed at him. “Big promises there.”
And then he drew his hips down and arched them up into her again, and she brought her palms to his chest to steady herself as she gasped and moaned. “I dream big.”
“Not unreasonable,” she conceded, drawing herself up and down slowly, then a little faster, settling into an easy rhythm. Each stroke made pleasure bloom in her, radiating out in thrilling little waves. She moaned a little with each one, and couldn’t help watching his face as his grunts and gasps echoed her.
She flushed warm at the way he looked at her, the way he couldn’t seem to settle on one spot, gaze flicking over her with increasing heat. He watched her breasts bounce, and licked his lips. Watched his palms coast over her thighs and sighed her name. Watched where they joined and groaned and bucked up into her faster, harder, until she was crying out and scraping her nails against his torso, toes curling, waves of pleasure crashing faster and harder over her. Oh this was good, this was so good.
“God, Calleigh,” he groaned, one hand slithering up her torso to tangle in her hair and tug her down to kiss him. She gasped into his mouth as the shift in angle made her clit grind against him with each stroke, moving her hands to brace beside his head so she could grind and buck harder.
“Unh! So good!” she breathed, catching his lips over and over again in rhythm with her hips, their low cries of pleasure echoing in the slim space between kisses. The room flashed bright with lightning again, a loud crack of thunder echoing afterward to send a thrill buzzing down her spine. The lights flickered and she pulled back just a little to look at him. If the lights went out, she wanted to remember the way his face looked right now, right before he came, right before she came.
Another flicker, and they flared back full, and Eric’s hands gripped her rear and begin to guide her over him harder, faster, pushing himself deeper, and her hands were restless now. She gripped his shoulder, the pillow, the mattress, him again, anything, everything. A slight shift of her hips and the pressure on her clit was just right, and she heard her own moans turn to low shouts and then soft screams as she flew up, and up, and then peaked on his name. The world seemed to snap, spreading out and rubbering back into focus, and she could feel each sharp ripple of pleasure, feel the hard, strong length of him as it continued to thrust through clenching muscles, she heard his encouraging grunts, his yeses, his that’s its, his god yes, come for mes, and then she heard the loud grunt and groan of his near-orgasm, heard the way he moaned her name, and it gave her a ridiculous second wind. She levered back up and rode hard and quick, gasping as she lifted her hands to pile her hair up away from her sweaty neck.
He immediately brought a hand between her thighs, pressing his thumb to her clit, and letting her grind against it as she bucked and moaned, faster, faster, and she could feel another orgasm rising, higher and higher and almost and then he moaned her name again and gripped her hips, arching up into her as he came just a little too soon. Damnit.
He collapsed, panting, and she slowed to a stop, chewing her bottom lip and breathing heavily. She’d been close enough to still feel edgy and unsatisfied, which was probably unfair after two orgasms, but… well…
“What?” he questioned breathily, trailing his fingers over her sweaty belly.
Calleigh cursed herself for letting him read her. Or maybe cursed him for being so perceptive, finally. She wasn’t sure which. Schooling her features into a smile, she shook her head. “What what?”
He didn’t buy it, simply leveled her with a look. “Calleigh.”
Sighing, she shifted off of him, moaning softly as he slipped out of her. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“No way,” he protested, tugging her arm to throw off her balance and leave her tumbling against him. “Tell me.”
“It’s really nothing. I was close again, that’s all.” She smiled at him again, honestly this time, and pressed her lips to his.
With a speed that surprised her this soon after sex, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her to the mattress. “Oh, were you?” he grinned playfully. “Well. Can’t let you go unsatisfied.”
He shifted to lay alongside her, and Calleigh watched with anticipation as his palm skated down her belly. “I wouldn’t call two orgasms unsatisfied…”
“But you want another, yeah?” He let his fingers press over her clit, giving her a few slow, firm rubs to ratchet her pulse back up.
“Uh huh,” she heard herself breathe, squeezing her eyes shut at the friction and spreading her thighs to give him more room.
She felt his breath against her ear a moment later, and he caught her lobe gently with his teeth for murmuring to her, “All you ever have to do is ask.” And then he slid two fingers inside her and moaned when she gasped. “Mm, Cal, you’re so wet.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, arching against him and feeling like her brain had just leaked out her ears to leave her dumb and stumbling over her tongue. When he anchored his hand with a thumb against her clit and began a steady in-and-out with his fingers, she moaned and slid a hand over to grip his thigh. “Yeah… mmm…”
He was sucking at her earlobe again, nibbling along the shell of her ear. Jesus. “Is that good, or do you want more?”
She nodded eagerly, managed a moan of “more” and felt her thighs begin to tremble when he eased a third finger inside her, and picked up the pace. It didn’t take long for the first ripples of pleasure to shimmer through her, and with a slight shift of his fingers, he found the spot that rocketed her over the edge with a sudden cry. She squeezed her eyes shut, gripping his thigh hard, and he was murmuring something in her ear but she couldn’t make it out. And then he eased off, sliding his fingers over her in a slow, soothing stroke and pressing kisses behind her ear again.
“Better?” he rumbled against her skin.
“Mmm,” she agreed gratefully, her heart fluttering slightly when he nestled her side closer against him and nuzzled into her hair.
“Promise me something?”
“Hmm?” She turned her head, waited for him to shift so she could kiss him softly.
“Never hesitate to ask for what you want.” He pecked her lips again. “Anything you want.”
She hummed her agreement, and shifted to face him, tangling their legs and draping her arm over his ribs. “I promise. Did you… enjoy me?” Calleigh asked with a quirk of her brow. “Like you wanted?”
“Hardly,” he grinned, easing her onto her back again and nibbling along her neck in a way that made her shiver. “I’ve barely even started…”
Feeling lighter than she had in weeks, Calleigh chuckled softly, and wound her arms around his neck. She had a feeling that dating Eric was going to make life a lot more fun.
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 | Chapter Seven
Calleigh wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of confidence had come from. Not that she didn’t love it on top - she did - but there was still enough of a demure Southern lady in her to usually let the guy lead the first time they hopped into bed. At least for the first round. Maybe it was the way she imagined his muscles would ripple as he moved beneath her, or maybe she didn’t want to be quite so close and intimate after the intimacy of crying on his shoulder. Or maybe she was just still a little brain-fried from the delectable oral sex. Regardless, she’d taken the reins, and she wasn’t about to make herself look silly by handing them back over, so she straddled him and reached between them to give him another slow, measured stroke. She was secretly pleased by the way his palms settled against her hips, fingers splaying across her rear. His thumbs stroked her hips, and he moaned softly before tugging her gently toward him.
Getting the message, she guided him to her, looking away when those brown eyes caught hers, open and honest, and oh-so-in-love. That was a little too much right now. She needed to focus on one drastic shift in their relationship at a time, and the imminent sex was much more pressing. His breath grew heavier when she hovered for just a moment, his head nestled against her but not in her, and then she let herself sink down slowly, moaning with him as he filled her. Her eyes dropped shut, teeth catching her lip as she let herself savor the feel of him inside her, just-big-enough but not too big. Thunder cracked outside just as she settled over him to the hilt, and something about it made her giggle. She couldn’t help it.
When she felt the slight convulsion of his own chuckle, she let her eyes blink open again to find him grinning at her. “Think that was a sign?”
“Mm. If it happens again when I… you know…”
“Scream my name while you come?” he supplied with a cheeky grin.
Calleigh scoffed at him. “Big promises there.”
And then he drew his hips down and arched them up into her again, and she brought her palms to his chest to steady herself as she gasped and moaned. “I dream big.”
“Not unreasonable,” she conceded, drawing herself up and down slowly, then a little faster, settling into an easy rhythm. Each stroke made pleasure bloom in her, radiating out in thrilling little waves. She moaned a little with each one, and couldn’t help watching his face as his grunts and gasps echoed her.
She flushed warm at the way he looked at her, the way he couldn’t seem to settle on one spot, gaze flicking over her with increasing heat. He watched her breasts bounce, and licked his lips. Watched his palms coast over her thighs and sighed her name. Watched where they joined and groaned and bucked up into her faster, harder, until she was crying out and scraping her nails against his torso, toes curling, waves of pleasure crashing faster and harder over her. Oh this was good, this was so good.
“God, Calleigh,” he groaned, one hand slithering up her torso to tangle in her hair and tug her down to kiss him. She gasped into his mouth as the shift in angle made her clit grind against him with each stroke, moving her hands to brace beside his head so she could grind and buck harder.
“Unh! So good!” she breathed, catching his lips over and over again in rhythm with her hips, their low cries of pleasure echoing in the slim space between kisses. The room flashed bright with lightning again, a loud crack of thunder echoing afterward to send a thrill buzzing down her spine. The lights flickered and she pulled back just a little to look at him. If the lights went out, she wanted to remember the way his face looked right now, right before he came, right before she came.
Another flicker, and they flared back full, and Eric’s hands gripped her rear and begin to guide her over him harder, faster, pushing himself deeper, and her hands were restless now. She gripped his shoulder, the pillow, the mattress, him again, anything, everything. A slight shift of her hips and the pressure on her clit was just right, and she heard her own moans turn to low shouts and then soft screams as she flew up, and up, and then peaked on his name. The world seemed to snap, spreading out and rubbering back into focus, and she could feel each sharp ripple of pleasure, feel the hard, strong length of him as it continued to thrust through clenching muscles, she heard his encouraging grunts, his yeses, his that’s its, his god yes, come for mes, and then she heard the loud grunt and groan of his near-orgasm, heard the way he moaned her name, and it gave her a ridiculous second wind. She levered back up and rode hard and quick, gasping as she lifted her hands to pile her hair up away from her sweaty neck.
He immediately brought a hand between her thighs, pressing his thumb to her clit, and letting her grind against it as she bucked and moaned, faster, faster, and she could feel another orgasm rising, higher and higher and almost and then he moaned her name again and gripped her hips, arching up into her as he came just a little too soon. Damnit.
He collapsed, panting, and she slowed to a stop, chewing her bottom lip and breathing heavily. She’d been close enough to still feel edgy and unsatisfied, which was probably unfair after two orgasms, but… well…
“What?” he questioned breathily, trailing his fingers over her sweaty belly.
Calleigh cursed herself for letting him read her. Or maybe cursed him for being so perceptive, finally. She wasn’t sure which. Schooling her features into a smile, she shook her head. “What what?”
He didn’t buy it, simply leveled her with a look. “Calleigh.”
Sighing, she shifted off of him, moaning softly as he slipped out of her. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“No way,” he protested, tugging her arm to throw off her balance and leave her tumbling against him. “Tell me.”
“It’s really nothing. I was close again, that’s all.” She smiled at him again, honestly this time, and pressed her lips to his.
With a speed that surprised her this soon after sex, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her to the mattress. “Oh, were you?” he grinned playfully. “Well. Can’t let you go unsatisfied.”
He shifted to lay alongside her, and Calleigh watched with anticipation as his palm skated down her belly. “I wouldn’t call two orgasms unsatisfied…”
“But you want another, yeah?” He let his fingers press over her clit, giving her a few slow, firm rubs to ratchet her pulse back up.
“Uh huh,” she heard herself breathe, squeezing her eyes shut at the friction and spreading her thighs to give him more room.
She felt his breath against her ear a moment later, and he caught her lobe gently with his teeth for murmuring to her, “All you ever have to do is ask.” And then he slid two fingers inside her and moaned when she gasped. “Mm, Cal, you’re so wet.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, arching against him and feeling like her brain had just leaked out her ears to leave her dumb and stumbling over her tongue. When he anchored his hand with a thumb against her clit and began a steady in-and-out with his fingers, she moaned and slid a hand over to grip his thigh. “Yeah… mmm…”
He was sucking at her earlobe again, nibbling along the shell of her ear. Jesus. “Is that good, or do you want more?”
She nodded eagerly, managed a moan of “more” and felt her thighs begin to tremble when he eased a third finger inside her, and picked up the pace. It didn’t take long for the first ripples of pleasure to shimmer through her, and with a slight shift of his fingers, he found the spot that rocketed her over the edge with a sudden cry. She squeezed her eyes shut, gripping his thigh hard, and he was murmuring something in her ear but she couldn’t make it out. And then he eased off, sliding his fingers over her in a slow, soothing stroke and pressing kisses behind her ear again.
“Better?” he rumbled against her skin.
“Mmm,” she agreed gratefully, her heart fluttering slightly when he nestled her side closer against him and nuzzled into her hair.
“Promise me something?”
“Hmm?” She turned her head, waited for him to shift so she could kiss him softly.
“Never hesitate to ask for what you want.” He pecked her lips again. “Anything you want.”
She hummed her agreement, and shifted to face him, tangling their legs and draping her arm over his ribs. “I promise. Did you… enjoy me?” Calleigh asked with a quirk of her brow. “Like you wanted?”
“Hardly,” he grinned, easing her onto her back again and nibbling along her neck in a way that made her shiver. “I’ve barely even started…”
Feeling lighter than she had in weeks, Calleigh chuckled softly, and wound her arms around his neck. She had a feeling that dating Eric was going to make life a lot more fun.