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"You know, Lisbon, I think I just thought of how setting in motion an excellent plan to catch the killer…"
Couple of days later, case closed, late at night, she opened him the door of her apartment, dressed only with a knee long , burgundy, silky robe; she had been waiting for him, looking for his arrival, so, when he had approached, she didn't give him time to ring the bell or knock at her door – she threw the door open and, grabbing him for the lapels, brought him in, savagely , erotically kissing his chin and neck as she did so. A bit like her, Jane had tried to speed things up a bit, even if, unlike Lisbon, dressed only with a robe, he had merely shed in his car jacket and vest, presenting himself to her with merely his shirt covering his chest.
"Been missing me, uh?" She bit the freshly shaved chin, rubbing his erection, feeling him harden furthermore behind her palm, but she knew she couldn't afford to end the game yet, so she stopped and moved to the living room, and, blinds and lights off, she turned on few candles, and giving him her back, she let the robe slid from her shoulders, remaining in the nude.
"Oh, c'mon, I know we said that once a case is closed we can fuck, but you don't even offer me tea? Or maybe wine? I wouldn't mind some wine, to, you know, set the mood…"
She turned, annoyed, pouting at him, hands at her back, just like some naughty schoolgirl – uhm, role-play was among the things he was going to ask her to perform for him during their kinky encounter. "And risk a whiskey dick? Forget it, Jane! either your cock would not show up to play at all, or he would do too soon, and I think we already established that I'm boss when your cock is concerned…." She smiled at him, and indicated the loveseat at the center of the room, just a couple of steps away from them. "that's yours. Make yourself comfortable."
"and, may I ask, with comfortable, do you happen to mean naked?" he asked, amused, falling in the loveseat. She shook her head no. "then, does it mean that you are going to get me naked? Even if, now that I think about it, you don't need me naked to provide me with one of yours great blow-jobs…."
She once again shook her head no, but moved to seat on the armchair in front of him, calves on the armrest so that her legs were wide open for him, her sex in perfect display for him, so close, just inches apart from each other, so close he could smell her perfect scent, and a fake cock in some solid rubber, suddenly appeared in her hands. "Its' heavenly, you know? my front flattened against the cold mirror, my hot breathing condensing on the surface, and I dart out my tongue to lick away the moisture…."
"yes…?" he asked, already amazed and lost in the myriads of sensations that seeing her like this caused, still, though, somehow in control, eyes glued to the cock Lisbon was skimming over the inside of her upper thigh with.
"you are pressed against me from behind, naked as well. You kiss me, bite my lobes, and I can feel it, against the small of my back, a smear of pre-cum… oh Jane, you are so hard… and huge!" she moaned, smiling, biting her lips, eyes locked with Jane, who was getting harder and harder by the second.
"And am I…. bigger than in your dreams?"
"Yes, yes! You are the most perfect cock I have ever had, that I have ever tasted!" she enthusiastically admitted, out of her breath, losing her cool, lost in the sensual memories of his fake cock playing with her, and of the real one, deep in her pussy, and coming down her throat. She giggled, remembering her own enthusiasm during their mating just days before. "your left hand goes to my breasts and your fingers pinch my nipples alternatively, until they are nice, hard pecks, so hard they should hurt, but it just sends shivers through my whole being, right to my throbbing clit…" her left hand abandoned the fake cock ad went to her own breast, slowly and methodically following her own words, the action of dream-Jane. "You have two fingers in my pussy, and you push with the whole heel of your hands against my clit; I come, and as I keeping clenching my convulsing core around your thrusting fingers, I wonder if you'll fist me. I'd like that, you know? your hand is so big, so skilled… it has to be marvelous, having the whole of it inside my pussy…"
Jane was almost panting out of his mind, and having mercy, she ordered him to shed his cloths, from shirt to pants, from socks to shoes; he gladly did it, hurrying, scared to lose the show, and Lisbon rewarded him with a giggle that made her tits bounce, glad for the dark spot on his briefs, just where the tip of his cock was, that told her he was already oozing pre-cum, wasting precious drops. She, she did it, with a gasp, eyes wide open, she penetrated herself with the cock. "You push me down and to keep balance I have to grab your biceps, scratching them with my nails. Your fingers fuck me, taking velocity and strength… you ask me to open my eyes and I do so, we look at each other through the mirror, and you tell me that I'm wet to my knees for you only. You leave pre-come all over my ass and legs, Jane…. oh, Jane, you are so hard… it must hurt…. Does it hurt, Jane?" she asked, looking at the enormous bulge in his briefs.
"Yes, yes. Dammit, Teresa, it hurts so much…."he pants, hands running on his legs, grabbing his hairs to resist the urge to jerk off, to come into his own hands.
"I want you to take them off. I want to see your cock, your huge cock, so hard and big it almost touches your stomach as you grind into my rear while you finger-fuck me…." he did as she told him, because she had told him she was boss when his cock was concerned, his cock was hers and hers only, and he did it slowly, not to increase her arousal, but scared that with just a bit more of friction he could come into his pants, wasting all the seed he was saving for her; his cock was exactly like she remembered it, she noticed amused, big, proud, shiny, so big it was touching his stomach, the most beautiful cock she had ever had, her favorite toy in the whole world. She kept pinching her already hard nipples, kept pleasuring herself with the fake cock, all the while panting, her eyes always glued to Jane's real cock as she penetrated herself to the hilt, buckling against the toy as she quickly moved it in and out, carefully to always touch her over-sensitive areas, her clit that was already going to explode. "you fuck me from behind, harsh and quick, you slam into me, your balls hit my ass every time you enter in me to the hilt, and every time you do so, you hit your thrusting fingers with your cock… it's so good, having you fucking me from both sides…..it makes me come again and again and again…" she looked at him, she was a victim of orgasm like her fictional counterpart, her tits bouncing, almost slapping against her own face as her sheath constricted around the toy. "I want you to jerk off, Jane, but you have to look at me, and come only when I'll tell you so…"
"Yes!" he screamed gripping his cock, clenching his teeth. "yes, yes, you are my cock's mistress!" he gripped his member even harder, and started to move the taunt skin up and down, up and down, hands sliding easily, lubed by the shiny and glistering pre-come.
"Oh, god, you go at it so wildly…you look like an animal in heat…. You keep fucking me even if my clenching core tries to keep you in…. and then…then you come….it's so strong, that I feel like you are still screwing me even if you are not… you take a couple of steps back and release ma, and our juices…they are everywhere, running all over my body, my ass, my legs, on my feet.."
"Teresa, I need to come…" he plead, but she shook her head no, keeping fucking herself, harder and harder.
"I spread it everywhere, and lick my hands clean, and the thought makes me come yet again…. I finger myself, lazily, but you steal my hand, and clean it with your tongue, sucking my fingers in your mouth. Do you like our combined juices, Jane? our combined fuck juices…. From my pussy, and from your cock… I like them you know? I wonder if you'll use them to lube me…. to ass fuck me with that huge cock of yours…."
"Yes, yes….please, Teresa…."
"Come all over me, Jane…. hit my clenching core while I pleasure myself with a replica of your cock, my breast, my nipples hard for you and because of you, and my mouth… my mouth loves your cock, Jane…."
"Yes, yes… you are my beautiful cock-sucking angel…"
While she spoke, she arched her back, and screaming at top of her lugs, keeping fucking herself with the fake cock, she come; seeing her coming, hearing the words, he answered to her call, to her orders and instantly jets after jets of hot, balmy liquid hit her everywhere she had demanded them to, while he savagely pumped his cock for her.
He collapsed on the loveseat as he come down from his murdering high, and only then Lisbon abandoned her toy to run her fingers through the cream, often licking the stuff while she spread all over her body, especially her pussy. "Mmm…. I like spreading your come all over me, but there's something I like even more…"
She stood and joined him, doing her favorite thing, on her knees, she cleaned his cock putting her tongue at work; she pouted, disappointed, when she didn't feel it stirring back to life under her ministrations, but it didn't really mattered: they had all the night for round two, after all.
Cuddling each other to sleep under a warm blanket was just the cherry on top; she nuzzled his chin and kissed his neck, embracing him while he kissed her hair, tenderly rubbing her back with clear affection.
Yes, she could accept someone who cared about her, loved her, wanted her. especially if that man was Patrick Jane.