Rizzoli was not interested in getting off right now.  All she wanted was to hear Maura Isles panting with the pleasure that Jane herself was providing.  She stroked slowly at first, but pressed in deeply, brushing gentle kisses along the doctor’s face, her neck, her ears, her throat, her chest.  Maura obliged her with a tuneless but musical hum of reassurance, occasional words of encouragement, and a few mutterings about changing their pace and position, but tonight, their faces did not stray far from one another, and Maura’s legs remain locked around Jane’s waist.

When Maura wass ready to come, Jane flicked on the vibration setting of the ***** and stroked her index finger against her lover’s clitoris.  Maura’s hips rocked to meet Jane’s every thrust, and she clenched her hands in the long, dark curls at the detective’s scalp.  She growled and came so hard that the brunette felt the sharp sting of her hair being pulled and the ache of screaming in her eardrum, but the cop only grins.  Bringing physical satisfaction to Maura was extremely mentally satisfying for herself.  She continued to smile as she soothed the blonde back to reality with gentle strokes and kisses, pulling off the sex toy and dropping it carelessly beside them.

They cuddled peacefully side by side for who knows how long, absentmindedly kissing and petting one another, casually rebuilding their arousal.  Soon enough, Maura slithered up onto Jane’s long form and began kissing and licking a beeline path down the taller woman’s torso, spending a tantalizingly long amount of time attending to both of her partner’s dark, eager *****.  When the detective cursed at her for teasing, she only grinned evilly and teased her partner’s thighs instead.

Jane growled, but took her aggression out on the pillow.  She knew that if she pressed too hard, Maura would stop, and that was the last thing she wanted right now.  Finally, after an eternity, the doctor’s skilled tongue made its glorious way to her *****, and her legs bucked embarrassingly hard.  She wanted to chide the doctor for the smug look on her face, but the words came out a garbled mess, so she just gave in to the pleasure of Dr. Isles’ masterful ministration.  Her genius partner had an upper hand in knowledge of how the body worked, and she used it to her advantage.

Jane couldn’t help but vocalize the ecstasy she felt from every thrust and swipe of Maura’s tongue.  Inside, outside, the doctor seemed to be everywhere at once, and Rizzoli’s ***** swept through her like a lightning storm, powerful and devastating.  Afterward, the detective was mildly aware of being kissed, but the power lines in her brain were momentarily down, and she could only lay there panting in a heap of damp skin and trembling aftershock.

Slowly, the detective found her bearings and her brain and used them to shower her lover with happy, grateful kisses.  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she grinned.

“You were talking?” Maura teased.

Jane chuckled, “Nah.”  She pulled Maura against her in a full-bodied embrace and kissed her on the crown of the head.  “I was too busy screaming.”  They both laughed and nuzzled into one another for a bit of a rest until later.