"Ja-" Her name is lost in my orgasm as I lose the last bit of myself to her. My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white, as I come. Hard. I feel her lapping up the last of the mess she has made before removing herself to lay her head on my stomach. After my breathing returned to normal and I can move again, I open my eyes and smile down at her.
"That was wonderful." I hum, placing my hands in her wild, raven locks.
"I was only reciprocating the amazing orgasm you had given me." I feel her smile against me before she turns her head to look at me. It still amazes me how I fall in love with her all over again every time I see her like this. Her face, open and honest and her eyes gazing at me in their beautiful brown hue and full of love and admiration. I only hope she can see the adoration and pure love reflected back to her from my own eyes.
"I love you." Just in case. My hands gently massage and trace patterns onto her rhomboid minor.
"Yeah? Well, there's this woman. She's the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth. I mean, you'd honestly think she's an angel. She's so caring and giving and loving and smart and….well the list doesn't end, but she's a queen. And I love HER with all my heart. Wanna know who she is?" I grin, loving her playful mood. I brace myself for sarcasm. I've gotten much better at detecting it since we've moved past the "just friends" part of our relationship.
"Who is it, Jane?"
"Her name is Bailey McHiggings and by golly, is she a catch!" I laugh at her stage southern accent. She joins in laughter with me, as she suddenly flips me over on top of her.
Running her hands lovingly over my hair as my chin finds purchase on her trapezius, she whispers, "No. Her name is Maura Isles. She is everything beautiful in this world, and there is nothing, except eating healthily, that I wouldn't do to make her happy."
I click my tongue. "You eat healthy all the time."
"I thought you said that eating you doesn't count."
"It doesn't. You have been eating healthier every time I dictate our meals. Which, by the way, is very quite often."
"Yeah but none of those times count because you look at me all cute and then I can't say no."
I laugh. "You're impossible."
Her hands find their way to my hair again as she begins to absentmindedly play with my hair. I lay a few sweet kisses underneath her earlobe before I whisper, "I love you, my sweet, sweet Jane."
"Shh, don't tell anyone how nice I am. Not even Jo Friday can know."
Just as I am dozing off, I hear her whisper one last time, "Per sempre, il mio amore." Her promise of a lifetime of happiness, of a lifetime of Jane is more than enough to finally drag me into a blissful sleep.