A Piece Of Her Mind

TITLE: A Piece Of Her Mind

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: The Mentalist

SHIP: Grace (Van Pelt) / Patrick (Jane)

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season one, Episode one

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 1, EPISODE 1. Van Pelt goes to Patrick's room to give him a piece of her mind and ends up getting a lot more than she gives.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mentalist. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Grace said goodnight to Rigsby and watched as the elevator doors closed behind him. She was fuming. She actually liked Rigsby, he was so big and solid, yet kind and thoughtful, but for Jane to insinuate that she would sleep with him? It was just insulting. And, his whole attitude? Just dismissing her beliefs out of hand? He was just so infuriating in his smugness. His boyish good looks with his unruly blonde curls that somehow just begged to be combed; his rugged features and deep grey eyes coupled with his casual, debonair style and charm just added to the overbearing sense of superiority he exuded. The elevator doors opened at her floor with a soft chime. She was seething and felt too agitated to sleep, thinking about Patrick Jane's behavior towards her at dinner made her clench her fists at her sides and grind her teeth. The door closed again and she hit the button for the floor below hers. She was going to give that pompous ass a piece of her mind.

She strode out of the elevator, her anger fueling her steps and knocked on his door, a little harder than she had intended. She knocked again, before it would have been humanly possible for him to answer the door, impatient and seething with her need to confront him. The door opened and he had the audacity to greet her with a smile. "Van Pelt, what brings to my door at this hour?" he queried, taking a step back to allow her to enter. He was dressed only in silk pajama bottoms, and she was aware of the hard planes of his chest and well defined torso as she closed the door behind her. He was so close to her that she caught the fresh scent of soap wafting off his skin and he didn't seemed to be making any move to create more space.

She tore into him. Telling him exactly what she thought of his display at dinner and how it made her feel and how much of an ass she thought he was. She actually felt herself shaking as she released her anger at him in her passionate discourse. His passive, lack of response only fueled her tirade, her fists clenched at her sides again, her nails pressing into her palms in an attempt to stop herself from slapping the peaceful, unaffected expression off his face. She stopped to draw in a breath to continue and suddenly there was no distance between them and his lips were pressed to hers. She stiffened, and started to back up, but he moved with her, his lips sliding against hers. Her back came up against the unyielding door and there was nowhere for her to back up to. He's body pressed up against her, flattening her breasts and radiating heat into her. She had gone wide-eyed at the touch of his lips, but her eyelids slowly fluttered closed as the tension suddenly leaked out of her and under the insistence of his tapping tongue she opened her mouth and tilted her head to allow him to deepen the kiss.

Grace believed she should be protesting, pushing him away, slapping him, but her body flared to life, blazing with arousal. Her tongue twined with his, lip sinuously sliding together, robbing her of breath and the will to resist. Her eyes widened even further as she felt his hand slide up along the inside of her thigh with a soft caress. She couldn't remember when she had spread her legs. He broke their kiss so abruptly she tried to follow his lips to keep the contact. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching hers, his fingers halting less then an inch from her sex. She was breathing heavily, feeling flustered and panicky as well as aroused and excited. "This is madness and wrong on so many levels, but..." she thought amongst the swirl of sensations his kiss and touch had sparked inside her. She worried at her lower lip for a moment, feeling it swollen with the force of his kiss. "No... I... I don't want you to stop." She whispered, exhaling slowly, a little shocked at her answer, although she knew with a strange certainty that it was what she wanted. He started to lean forward, to recapture her lips, but she raised a hand and placed it on the centre of his bare, hairless chest, stopping him.

"Did you manipulate me into this with your tricks and mind games? Are you manipulating me now?" she asked, a flutter of fear tightening her stomach. A soft smile touched his lips. "No... Not intentionally anyway. You are a beautiful woman after all, Grace, I can't think of any red blooded, heterosexual male who would not want you, except maybe Cho. But, I was actually steering you towards Rigsby. He's a much better match for you and he really, I mean really, likes, maybe even loves you. I'm... I'm a little broken, if you haven't noticed. I can't offer you more than wherever this night takes us. Maybe it would be better if I let you go. I don't take you as a one-night stand kind of girl. And, that's a compliment not a judgment." He told her solemnly and it was her turn to search his eyes, which held hers steadily with her very aware that his hand, warm against her inner thigh, had retreated slightly. "I might surprise you." She stated, letting her hand slide up along his skin and curl around his neck, tilting her head to invite his kiss. She groaned into his mouth as she returned his kiss as passionately as he gave it and his hand slid from the inside of her thigh to caress her sex through the lace of her panties.

Her sex clenched, flexed and twisted, expelling a hot, heavy flood of cream from her core to coat her channel and trickle out onto her folds and soak into the material of her panties. She started to grind against his hand, feeling the delicious tingling tension of arousal being transformed into a building climax. Her skin had that hot, itchy feeling that made her want to shed her clothes. Her nipples scraped against the cups of her brassier as they expanded and stiffened to attention, the feeling both pleasurable and irritating. She drew in a heavy shuddering breath as his lips left hers to suck and nuzzle at her neck, his tongue swirling and tapping over her pulse point. His hand left a crotch for a disappointing moment and then she let out a gasped, groan of excitement as he managed to worm his hand inside her panties. A sound, part whimper and part moan whistled from her lips as his long, dexterous fingers slid through her folds, found her entrance and began to explore her snatch. His thumb found her clit and she gasped and let out a soft little cry as he rolled the sensitive, exposed pearl, sending heavy shockwaves of pleasure into her that made her belly quiver and her heart race.

The material of her blouse, started to cling to her skin as sweat popped up on its heated surface. She unbuttoned the first button, and then his free hand was there, undoing the rest, his sweet, hungry mouth following his finger, his tongue lapping at the skin he exposed. His tongue stayed to explore her cleavage and the upper curve of her breast not covered by her bra as he finished unbuttoning her blouse and tugging it out of her skirt opening it wide. Her hands caress his head, the back of his neck, his shoulders and his back, any skin she could get them on. She had to push against him to get her back off the door before she could shrug the blouse off her shoulders, to let it fall to the ground. The wood of the door felt enjoyably cool against her skin as she leaned against it, drawing heavy shuddering breaths as he pleasured her with his lips and fingers. She undulated against him, rocking and circling her hips, grinding her sex against his palm and probing fingers.

The hand that he wasn't using to explore her snatch and drive her wild, slid slowly upward from the small of her back, leaving a trail of heat behind it until it found the strap of her bra. Her shoulder blades dug into the door as she tried to create enough separation between it and her back to give him room to work the clasp. She wasn't surprised that he got it on the first try. What did surprise her was how good it felt to be released from the restrictive undergarment. Her breath hitched and she moaned as he sucked one of her hard nipples into his hot, wet mouth and set about rolling, flicking and lashing it with his tongue. Her back arched and her hand fastened onto the back of his neck as she pressed her breast into his mouth wanting more of the electrical surge of pleasure his sucking lips and dexterous tongue produced while her hips bucked against his fingers and palm. He shifted from one breast to the other, exploring each pleasurably and thoroughly, tweaking, sucking, licking and nipping at the sensitive, turgid little peaks with attentive care.

Patrick lifted his head for a moment and she immediately missed the hot pressure his mouth had been applying to her sensitive tit flesh. "Let go, Grace. Just let go. It's okay. You're a very beautiful woman and I think you will look absolutely amazing when you climax. I'd like to see that." He told her quietly, but with such intensity and certainty she found herself blinking in disbelief as she felt him recapture one of nipple with the same voracious appetite and skill he had been displaying before. His words seemed to bypass her mind and spoke directly to her body. The tension twisted inside her and she started to quiver. She gasped sharply and then cried out as her snatch clenched and locked around his probing fingers and she had a wide-eyed climax. Grace shuddered as intense blasts of pleasure rippled through her body, dancing across her nerves and sang through her blood as it pounded in her ears.

Grace clutched at his back, her nails raking across his flexing muscles; her eyes fluttering closed before she let her forehead rest on his broad shoulder. His lips and fingers slowed, but didn't stop and waves of ecstasy kept washing over her, chasing and merging with one another. The continuous stimulation started to skip back and forth across the line between pleasure and pain and she whimpered for him to stop even though she didn't really want him too, her body still shaking even when he did as she asked. She'd never climaxed that quickly or intensely with a man before, without him eating her out being inside her anyway and she felt a little stunned and dazed and glad of the support of the door at her back and his body against her front. She groaned, her lips vibrating against the skin of his neck as he extricated his fingers from her sex and her underwear. He pressed forward and she could feel the hot, throbbing tube of his erection against the skin of her flat stomach through the silk of his pajama bottoms.

She felt a strong hand wind into her long, red hair and then tighten to gently urge her head back and away from his shoulder. His eyes found hers as she opened them, blinking once to regain her focus. He brought his hand up between them and the aroma of her cream tantalized her nose from where she could see his digits glistening wetly. Her tongue peeked out and made a slow circuit of her lips as he popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them with a low sound of enjoyment and appreciation. "You taste heavenly." He complimented her and his fingers had hardly left his mouth before his lips were pressed to hers. She tasted herself on his lips and on his tongue as she eagerly opened her mouth and returned his kiss with a soft moan.

Her nipples slid across the hard planes of his chest as he pressed her against the door and her breasts flattened. Grace lifted her one leg and curled it around his, her hips undulating slowly as she ground herself against his thigh and rubbed up against his silk covered erection and despite the intense climax she had just experienced, she felt the sweet, twisting tension return. His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass, fondling it and angling her slightly away from the door.

He broke the kiss in stages, managing her reluctance to do so and then they were looking at each other, separated by less than an inch, a smile gracing his lips that echoed the one she felt on her own face. The smile stayed on his lips, but faded from his eyes. "Before we go any further, if you want to go any further, I need to make sure that you understand that this isn't a romance. It can't be. I've only known you for a short while, but I've already grown quite... fond of you and I don't want to hurt you." He told her seriously, lifting her chin with gentle fingers to keep her eyes fixed with his when she lowered her gaze.

"I thought we'd covered this already?" she queried. "That was before you surprised me." He responded. "I surprised you?" she asked curiosity mixing with her need as their bodies continued to writhe together slowly, sinuously. "I thought you'd be freaking out about now, going into denial; calling what we just did a big mistake; feeling guilty. I was prepared to enjoy our little shared experience and then watch you leave and put the blame on me. I under estimated you." He explained, his body easing up on hers.

"You are an arrogant bastard, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically. "Like I said... I'm not the right fit for you, Grace." He admitted freely. "So you want me to go?" she asked, steeling herself and forcibly overriding her growing arousal to make the most dignified retreat she could if he said yes. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "No... God help me, but no." he answered, returning the pressure and warm of his body against her, his lips finding hers for a quick intense kiss.

"This is a mistake, Patrick. We both know it, but it seems to be a mistake both of us want to make. Personally it's a mistake I'm going to enjoy remembering for some time to come. Now we might not be an emotional fit, but why don't you take me to bed and prove that the same is not true physically." She suggested sliding her hand between them and running it along the length of his cock, measuring him and feeling it twitch in response to her stroking touch. His smile turned into a playful grin and then she squeaked in surprise as he swept her off he feet, her shoes dropping to the floor and carried her in the direction of the inviting king-size bed.

He didn't so much settle her on the bed as drop her and she heard herself laugh with joy at the exhilarating sensation of falling only to safely hit the soft mattress and bounce slightly before settling on the cool, crisp sheets. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her and then slowly undid the tie of his pajama pants before slowly stretching them forward and lowering them, revealing his erection in all its masculine glory. He stepped out of his bottoms and made to join her on the bed and she halted him, with a shake of her head as she sat up, her eyes glued to his manhood.

Grace scooted forward quickly until she was sitting at the foot of the bed with him standing in front of her. She flicked her eyes up along his toned body to find his face, capturing his eyes. She reached forward and wrapped her hand around his shaft finding it hot, smooth and pulsing with life. She heard him say her name, low and encouraging as she stroked him, measuring and exploring his length, girth and shape. She dragged the nails of his other hand up along his thigh and then cupped and fondled his balls, seeing his hard stomach shiver as her eyes slid down to confirm what her hands were feeling. His hips bucked slightly, thrusting into her fist and she leaned forward. Her hair slid forward, tickling her cheek and then her shoulders. She must have lost the clip that had held it in place at some unremembered point and the long, straight, locks spilled down to form a scarlet curtain between his torso and her face as it hovered, poised over his dick.

She extended her tongue and lightly ran its tip over his. She felt him jerk slightly at her touch and couldn't quite keep the grin of her face. His hand rested lightly on her head as she let more of her tongue lap and swirl around the head of his cock. His fingers ran through her hair, and slowly gathered the heavy crimson tresses until they were clear of her face and he held them gathered behind her head. Grace blew lightly on the saliva she had coated his dickhead with and saw a shiver run up his lean frame. "That's the last time I'll underestimate you, Grace Van Pelt. You're absolutely wicked." He whispered down to her on a heavy groan as she teased him a little more before lowering her lips and taking him into her mouth.

He stretched her mouth a little, but not uncomfortably so as she worked her mouth down his smooth, hard flesh, feeling it pulse against the seal of her sucking lips. "Oh wow!" his awe filled voice drifted down to her as she started to bob her head, stroking lower part of his dick that she didn't yet let into her mouth. She another surprise for the seemingly unflappable mister Patrick Jane, but she intended to enjoy herself and him a little before revealing it to him. She loved giving oral, something no one seemed to expect, not even her boyfriends and his was a fine specimen to practice her skills on. She alternated between nursing on the fat, pointed helmet of his dick head, sliding his cock into her mouth until he pressed lightly against the opening to her throat and running her tongue lovingly over his entire length with lapping, swirling strokes.

Patrick groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, flexing and massaging her scalp without feeling constrictive or demanding. He was in control of himself, but Grace felt a gratifying sense of satisfaction when that control would occasionally slip and she had to adjust was his hips jerked and he thrust into her mouth with a groaned exhalation. She'd been marshalling and regulating her breathing until she was comfortable breathing almost exclusively through her nose. She lifted her head, dragging her lips along his skin and off him. She flicked out her tongue and captured the viscous drop of fluid welling up out of the slit wt the tip of his dickhead. She looked up at him as she retracted her tongue. "Did you like that?" she enquired, her hand stroking his length and the other fondling and rolling his heavy balls. "Yes... You're really good at that... You enjoy it. It's not just a means to an end for you." He replied astutely, his fingers lightly caressing her cheek as he gathered some stray tendrils of her hair he had missed the first time.

She couldn't help smiling at how observant, insightful and direct he was. "You ain't seen nothing yet." She informed him with a wink and then lowered her head again. She felt him tense and then slowly relax as she worked him back into her mouth. But, this time when his tip brushed the entrance to her throat, she relaxed and forged on, slowly swallowing his length. She walked her lips down to his base, burying her nose in his sparse, blonde pubes before rippling the snug confines of her throat in a sensual massage. She felt his hands tighten on her head and she adjusted as his hips thrust slightly in an uncontrollable response. "Grace." He said her name breathlessly and with awe reverence.

The way he said her name send a thrill down her spine and made her sex clench, flex and flood with growing arousal. Grace started to bob her head, keeping her breathing steady as she worked his entire length with her mouth going from tip to base, again and again. She slid her hands around his hips and grasped his ass, feeling his hard cheeks almost quiver as he tried to remain still. She tested his firm globes with her fingernails and then by squeezing and pulling guided his hips into slow, rhythmic thrusts. He whispered hoarse, extravagant praises and flowery, almost poetic encouragements down to her. She had never had anyone talk to her like that while she went down on them. It was somehow even more gratifying and satisfying. He groaned louder and his words faded and she could hear he was now dragging in air heavily through his nose. She imagined how his face would look. His teeth gritted and his jaw clenching and unclenching, head slightly tilted back, his half-lidded eyes still looking down at her with fiery intensity.

She was shocked, surprised and resistant when his hands moved from her hair, letting the scarlet mass tumble back down over her face before he capture the sides of her head and stopped her from lowering it again. "Stop... Grace... Too much... So good... But... Not like this...I want... I want to be inside you." He explained and admitted and she could hear the strain and desire in his voice. She licked her lips, in full agreement, wanting him inside her as well, but she still couldn't resist. She extended her tongue and ran it lightly over his dickhead, collecting the dollop of his natural lube and flicking it back into her mouth. She heard him hiss and smiled.

"You're a fraud, Grace Van Pelt. The nice, girl-next-door thing is all an elaborate act. You're a wicked, wicked woman. I... I think I like that about you." He told her as he gentle pushed her back onto the bed and she let him. He leaned forward and reached for her skirt, tugging at it. "You're going to have to unzip it." She told him, deliberately moving away from him and further onto the bed. He caught her ankles and with surprising strength overcame her struggles and flipped her onto her belly drawing a surprised gasp from her. She continued to writhe, not quite struggling, but not making it easy for him either as his hands explored her legs before finding and undoing the clasp and zip at the back of her skirt. He slipped it off, dropping it to the floor and she rolled onto her back once more to look up at him.

She really did like the way he looked at her as she lay there in only her pale pink, lace panties. He was always so in control and almost blasŽ and unperturbed, but now she could see passion, desire and naked lust in the eyes that swept over her body and she was the cause. "How attached are you to those panties?" he asked, his voice a low soothing purr, at odds with the passion, tension and animal sexuality she could almost literally feel rolling off him. "They aren't cheap, but they don't have any sentimental value." She replied, guessing what he intended and strangely scared and thrilled that she might be right, as he slid onto the bed to kneel between her legs.

He walked his fingers up from her knee to her hip and then along the waistband of her panties. His touch was ticklish and she couldn't quite stop herself from squirming under it. "I'll buy you a new pair he whispered and although she was expecting it, her gasp mingled with the rough sound of tearing lace as the material bit into the skin of her lower back for just a moment before ripping. "I think I just fulfilled just about every male in the CBI office's number one fantasy." He informed her with a grin. "What me giving you a blowjob wasn't?" she queried with a playful, mock-pout. "That would only cover about fifty, maybe sixty-five percent. You just look to wholesome even for them to imagine it." He clarified. "I'm... I'm going to take that as a compliment." She decided and he winked in acknowledgement.

She watched as he brought the ruined scrap of lace up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "I always thought you smelled good, but this is absolutely divine." He complimented her. "Patrick, Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much? Come here, already." She ordered, holding out her arms to him. He made an overly dramatic gesture of considering her question. His seeming control and time wasted on theatrics gave her a sudden stab of frustration. She really did want to feel him inside her. "Now that you mention it, they have. Maybe my mouth would be best served doing something else at the moment." He mused and before she could comment he slid forward and down, burying his face in her crotch.

The touch of his lips and then his sweeping, probing tongue on her clit were like a livewire shocking her system as already climax sensitized nerves flared into life with pleasure that stung almost like pain, making her back arch and her hips buck beyond her ability to control. The air exploded out of her lungs with a sharp cry and she was forced to try and refill them with short panted gasps as he lapped at her, his tongue making its way through her swollen, tingling folds, the tip just curling into her entrance before moving on up to once again nurse at her now throbbing pearl. She felt that special, delicious twist in the pit of her stomach and her sex clenched and rubbed against itself as it flooded with a series of short orgasms.

Grace ran her fingers through his hair and then dug her nails in as she grasped his head and pulled his hungry mouth off her sex. "Who's wicked now?" she panted. "That... That wasn't what I wanted." She informed him. Watching him lick his lips and collect her juices off his glistening, chin and cheeks. "You seemed to like it." He commented as he moved up over her when she urged him to. "So what is it you want, Grace? Would you like me to fuck you? Have you ever been fucked, Grace?" he asked hovering over her. "I really don't like that word. It's so crass." She told him even as she felt her sex roil with desire. "But, it's what you want, isn't it?" he insisted. "Yes." She replied in a voice that sounded small and guilty to her ears. "Tell me." He pressed, taking his weight on one of his arms and slowly, lightly guiding his dick head up and down through her wet, swollen folds. "Tell me." He whispered again and she felt hot air brush her lips as she worried at them with her teeth, looking up into his unwavering grey eyes.

Her hips bucked without conscious decision as she tried to capture more of him when he brushed the tip of his cock over her entrance, but he adjusted, foiling her attempt. "Tell me." He insisted and she groaned. "I want you to fuck me." She admits softly. Shyly, but she knows that is not how he wants to hear it as he remains poised above her. "I want you to fuck me, Patrick! I want you to screw me hard and fast and I wanna cum, screaming on that thick, long prick of yours." She told him stridently and a moment later her breath hitched and she gasped sharply as he drove his cock into her.

He lanced his way through her resistant, yet willingly slippery flesh, filling and stretching her with fiery friction and unrelenting pressure until he found her core and they were one. Her hips rose of their own accord as her back arched and she ground up against him. He captured her lower lip and sucked at it, then nipped at it before holding it between his teeth and stretching it just a little before letting go. She lifted her head and mirrored his action as he rocked slowly and slightly inside her, barely moving, allowing her to adjust to his wondrous invasion. Her sex clenched, twisted and flexed against his unyielding rod, testing its hard resistance, feeling its heat added to hers as it throbbed against her snug walls.

"Ready?" he asked and she licked her lips before nodding. He kissed her again, a deep, probing connection of lips and tongues and then he started increasing his range of movement, drawing back slowly and then pounding forward, hard and fast. Soft cries dripped from her lips to mix with the sound of skin hitting skin as her body shook with the impact of his body colliding with hers. Grace spread her legs further, her sex flooding to aid his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating to match his strokes so that they met at a tense apex, grinding together, her clit sparking with sharp, heavy surges of electric pleasure.

She braces herself, her shoulders digging into the bed below her as they start a wild, rocking, rolling, grinding, thrusting, bucking, groaning, grunting, moaning, writhing, horizontal dance that puts the passion of the tango to shame. She has already had at least two orgasms of varying intensities and her body sparks with pleasure as their bodies meet again and again and again. The climax she can feel building, a tight core of roiling energy in the pit of her stomach that crackles and sparks with tendrils of delight arching into her flesh and across her nerves, is like nothing she has felt before.

Grace dragged her fingernails down his back, feeling his muscles shift and flex as he tenses and relaxes. She finds his ass, his ass cheeks are firm, his butt clenched and she cups them, testing them with her nails as she pulls him forward and into her, urging him on. He tells her how good she feels; how wonderful what they are doing is; that she is beautiful and sexy. His words are honest and sincere, but they also stroke her ego as much as his thick, long, plunging shaft strokes her most intimate flesh. It spurs her on to keep matching him stroke for straining stroke. She urges him on and haltingly articulates her enjoyment, encouragements and praises on a voice made so hoarse and rough with passion and desire, she can hardly recognize it as her own. His head dips and his lips capture one of her nipples, the rhythm of their motion presses her breast to his face and he draws as much of it into his mouth while his teeth nip at the hard, tingling tube of her nipple before his tongue laves it with warm wet saliva.

The added spike of stimulus starts the inescapable chain reaction that will inevitably lead to her surrender and release. Her belly starts to quiver and then tremble as his hard torso slides along hers on a thin slippery layer of perspiration and his manhood finds her super heated core with unerring accuracy and accelerating pace. Her cries grow louder; her fingers scrabble frantically at his back and buttock. Her skin is on fire, and her blood is singing in her ears as it is driven by the beat of her heart pounding against her ribs. Her breathing is a ragged pant, desperately trying to keep up with her hungry body's demands and she can no longer spare her mouth to lick or suck at what ever part of his skin she had been able to reach as he does with hers.

Grace doesn't see the moment coming and it widens her eyes and makes her draw in a deep breath that she doesn't know how to release. It is a moment of calm, a respite found in the eye of the storm and the swirling supernova inside her stills and contracts. She floats, at peace, serene and perfectly content, the centre of her universe, her body continuing to match his with out effort from her. The moment draws out, a heart beat; two and then the reality reclaimed her.

The air rushes from her lungs, driving a scream from her lips with it as her body tenses, muscles locking so hard her bowed body slams up into his to vibrate there when the tight ball of pure energy tightens in her core and then explodes. Undiluted ecstasy charges through her in pulsing shockwaves that overload and sear her nerves. Her body shuddered and twitched as muscles relaxed and contracted in rapid, random succession. Her world blurs as already wide eyes widen even further as the force of her climax dances back and forth across the line between pleasure and pain. Her sex squeezes and twists around his unyielding, adamantine shaft and she is vaguely aware of him grunting, expanding against her snug channel and adding the liquid heat of his essence to hers. She'd heard somewhere that a French poet equated climax to death, and she can believe it.

She feels like she is losing her mind, her identity to the whirlwind raging through her. She isn't Grace Van Pelt; she is simply pleasure, raw and unrestrained. Her scream echoes in her ears even though the only sounds coming from her now is a whimpering mewl and ragged panting. She feels his arms wrap around her, pulling her hard against him, a warm, solid anchor she gratefully accepts by burying her face in his shoulder.

He holds her like that safe and secure until the sweet, delectable madness passes and the connection between her body and her mind reasserts itself and her spine unbows allowing her to relax back onto the bed. She still feels a little disorientated as she blinks to clear the stars from her vision. Her sex clenches to hold him in place, sending sparkling echoes of the intense pleasure she had just experiences through her as he shifts, starting to shrink out of her. She even succeeds for a short while, but eventually nature takes its course and he popped free with a heavy groan that they both share.

She felt his lips press to her sweaty neck. "That was amazing. You, Grace Van Pelt are amazing." He whispered into the shell of her ear and then released his hold on her and rolls off her to lie on his back beside her. She rolls onto her side, ignoring the complaints from her well exercised muscles and the coverlet that clings to the sweat-damp skin of her back to snuggle against his side and half drape herself over him. She can feel her juices, and his trickle from her and onto the inside of her thigh.

She smiles against his shoulder as his hand slides down her back, his arm tensing to press her closer to him. Sleep tugs at her, her eyes are heavy and she is warm, comfortable and sated in a way she had never thought was possible. "Thank you." She says simply, not able to find any other words to express what she is feeling. "No, Grace, thank you. You came here tonight to give me a piece of your mind, but you've given me oh so much more." He responds softly, his fingers gently stroking a stray, damp curl of her red hair away from her face and the last thing she feels before sleep claims her is the soft touch of his lips on her forehead.

THE END