Okay, let's start the LAST chapter…the idea behind it came up at the last moment, so I changed my mind about the tender-lovemaking-thingy spontaneously- Sorry. But: lots of tender lovemaking (well- at least much more tender than my usual stuff) in "Dust"!

So- here you go:

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6th installment

Jane wore a dark blue coverall and carried a toolbox in his hand. His smile was hypnotic, and Lisbon felt her insides tremble under the onslaught of nameless desire.

Maybe she would tie him up and keep him as her personal sex-slave.

There was no way they could ever stop this, was there?

"Hey, ma'am", Jane drawled, "you need someone to work the kinks out of your bathroom-pipes? I came as fast as I could."

His gaze wandered over her body- not very dressed today. And her panties were getting wet…

"That's true", she said, smiling like mad, "Please, come…in…"

"…my pants?", he chuckled.

"Certainly not", she giggled.

"Too bad, I'm almost there…Would you direct me to your bathroom, ma'am?", he asked politely, "I feel suddenly very eager to start working."

Her smile deepened and she turned to lead the way. His eyes were glued to her sexy little tush on the way- from behind? No, not right now- he needed elaborate kissing tonight, being so addicted to her he missed her with a searing pain in his heart whenever she wasn't near. No problem, he was used to suffering, but damn, would he indulge this craving now…

She led him into her bathroom, facing him slowly.

"You all alone in this big, dark house?", he whispered, coming closer.

"Yes", she breathed, staring at his mouth, pale and full and luscious.

He wrapped her glorious, silky hair around his hand and pulled slightly, making her head fall back, her eyes focusing on his.

"Didn't you want to fix my pipes?", she murmured.

"Maybe there's something else that needs to be fixed first", he growled and lowered his lips to her throat.

Lisbon moaned when he made contact, showering her neck with harsh, biting kisses, groaning with delight when her skin turned a lovely pink hue under his ministrations.

He pushed his hand into her panties, entering her roughly with his fingers.

"Let me see if I can repair this, ma'am", he groaned, "oh, yes, that's complicated, will take some time- I'll probably be at it all night…"

She cried out when his fingers surged deeper, his thumb brushing her clit, again, again, she was already so aroused the sensations were almost painful, but still she demanded more, clutching his strong shoulders in a death grip.

He pulled his hand back, grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up, placing her on the counter next to the sink, his lips claiming hers in a wet, sinful kiss so dirty she almost came from it right then and there. Damn, he could kiss- whom was she kidding, he was a master at everything he did.

He spread her legs with his hips and pulled her close, letting her feel how hot she made him, his erection huge and hard through his coverall. Her hands found the zipper at his collar and started slowly to pull it down.

"Careful with the zipper, ma'am", he whispered against her mouth, "I'm already pretty much excited here- and I'm wearing nothing underneath."

She shuddered and inserted her hand into the opening gap to put it between the zipper and his engorged length. He gasped, almost shaking with arousal.

"You don't wear underwear?", she asked softly.

He shrugged.

"We try to be ready for everything, ma'am", he breathed, his voice hoarse and trembling, "it's part of our excellent service, you know…"

She pushed the coverall from his shoulders, it slid to the floor without resistance, leaving him stark naked.

"I like your service", she smiled and slid her hands over his gorgeous body.

She so loved what she saw, what she felt, loved his frantic reactions to her caresses…his skin was golden-hued and so soft, his arms and abdomen dusted by a layer of blond hair, she loved how it tickled her everywhere it touched. She pinched his nipples and felt him jerk, his breath gushing against her hair. He pushed his hands under her shirt, moving to the front to cup her breasts, kneading them, relieving the ache that tormented her whenever he didn't touch her. She moaned for all she was worth.

"More of that, ma'am?", he asked, nuzzling her ear, "just tell me, I'm here to please."

"Yess", she hissed, "more, please don't stop.."

He spread her legs and dipped his fingers into her dripping core, in and out, feather-light touches that almost drove her insane. She pushed her hips into his touch, whimpering with need.

"Sorry, ma'am", he whispered, kissing up and down her neck, "I'm afraid I have to use a bigger tool to fix this….I hope you don't mind…"

His erection nudged her drenched folds, damn, he was hot, his skin searing hers, just grazing the little void that so needed to feel him deep…

"Please," she wailed, "please don't play with me- drive it home, please…"

"I don't know, ma'am", he teased, "using such a large instrument in such a tiny hole- I think I should be very careful here…"

"I don't want careful", she cursed, "damn, Jane, I need it hard, please don't deny me…"

He chuckled.

"I never would, ma'am", he breathed, "everything to satisfy our client- that's our golden rule…"

He pushed inside her, surging deep, claiming her lips to swallow her scream of delight.

"I forgot", he whispered against her mouth, "this is your home, we can be as loud as we want to- so scream for me, will you?"

And she did when he thrust into her to the hilt, gasping when his cock hit the entrance to her womb, filling her completely, walls stretching to accommodate his giant girth.

"Hmm, that feels so good, ma'am", he rasped, "I'm sure I can repair this, I just have to go a little bit harder- wrap your legs around my waist, please…"

She did, and he started to thrust. His hips were so strong, every movement firm and relentless, she felt the impact in every fiber, his cock surging so deep, back and forth over engorged tissue, and he picked up speed, going faster, faster, her senses soared with lust, he was so big she could taste him, and suddenly she was close, her clit straining, his pumping shaft rubbing against it every time he plunged inside her, and the tension exploded deep inside her, cries of ecstasy torn from her throat, she came hard, every muscle constricting with the force of her orgasm, slick walls convulsing around his manhood, squeezing him mercilessly, but he managed to stay in control with gritted teeth.

"Not enough", he growled into her ear, "sorry ma'am- I have to work you harder..."

He angled her hips and fucked her with relentless vigor, thrusts so hard and fast now she cried out every time he delivered a blow, damn, she came again, her female flesh so sensitive now she crashed over the edge easily, and Jane forced himself to keep up the implacable rhythm while she rode her high, wave for wave of nameless satisfaction jolting through her body. He felt the harsh vibrations everywhere and was soon whimpering with the effort to stay in control, when all he wanted was to succumb to orgasm…but he didn't give in, banging her for all he was worth, sucking up her sounds of unadulterated pleasure, knowing he gave her everything she wanted.

She leant back, supporting her upper body on her outstretched arms, which gave him an excellent view of her perfect breasts, bouncing under the impact of his forceful thrusts. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, her breath escaping in harsh puffs, sweat running down her skin in sweet rivulets. Jane moaned, his mouth latching onto a sweet, cherry-red nipple, sucking the tight little peak until she came again, his cock burning against her sheath, still taking her with mighty, powerful strokes, entering depths only he could reach.

She came again while he lavished his attention on the neglected nipple, and he wailed when he felt her convulsions gripping his shaft again, knowing his stamina was coming to an end.

He pulled out and lifted her from the counter, turning her, bending her lithe body over the counter.

"Excuse the roughness, ma'am", he growled, "but I have to deal with this problem from every angle- just to make sure I use my equipment to your complete satisfaction…"

He spread her legs and shoved his cock back inside her, the position allowing him to go even deeper, he took a desperate breath and resumed thrusting, her climaxing body sucking on him, demanding him to release his seed, but he fought against the urge, savoring the depth of his intrusion, how he stretched her, crammed her, no space inside her where he wasn't, her delighted little screams full of sexual bliss, her slender waist under his hands while he gripped her to keep her in place, the friction burned his soul, his, his woman, all around him, he needed her deeper, pulled her closer, his member pounding into her, slamming in and out, he watched himself enter her, again, again, his rod glistening with her juices, still needing more, god, it felt good, so good, he couldn't stop, but he couldn't take any more, his guts knotting with tension, balls drawn tight to his body, ready to do their duty, and when Lisbon came again, her womb's suction milking him for his juice, he shot his load into her in a hard jet of liquid heat, a lion's roar wrenched from his throat. He erupted like a volcano, more and more semen gushing her slick walls, his mouth open, taking wheezing, frantic breaths, his feverish skin prickling all over.

He was shaking when he came down from his killer orgasm, his whole body covered in sweat, every nerve ending screaming at him.

He slid out of her and turned her shuddering little frame in his arms, searching for her lips, claiming them in an intense, hot kiss. They didn't part for a long time, needing close contact, deeply addicted to each other, both afraid of the next withdrawal.

When he could talk again, he framed her face with his hands and made her look at him.

"So", he said softly, pressing little butterfly-kisses on her lips, "everything fixed?"

"Oh no", she answered matter-of-factly, "I'm afraid I'll need your service the whole night- you don't want me to complain to your boss because you didn't seem willing to do your job right, do you?"

"Believe me, ma'am", he beamed, "I'm more than willing to do everything you want…"

He kissed her deeper, his tongue toying with hers, happy little whimpers escaping his throat.

When he broke the kiss, he was serious.

"Are you sure you want me in your bed?", he whispered, his face open and vulnerable, free of the mask he usually wore.

"Yes", she answered, meeting his eyes without wavering, "I want you there- and in my life."

He smiled, but she saw the raw emotions coursing through his features.

"I love you", she breathed.

"I love you more", he groaned, "and damn- there is no place in the world I want to be more than in your life, Teresa Lisbon."

"That's good, Patrick Jane", she smiled, "for I don't plan to let you escape- ever."

The End

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