Jane
It started slowly. A light touch followed by her warm breath; between her legs, boiling then in her lower stomach as she restrained a first sigh. The air was hot. Humid. As much as the moon had substituted to the sun, temperatures hadn't lowered much and soon enough, a drop of sweat slid along her spine as she arched her back in what marked her first, obvious reaction to the touch.
She bit her lip, restraining a moan that she didn't want to give and closed her eyes to focus better on the sensations she was experiencing. The fingers went up her thigh – barely brushing the skin but enough to arouse her even more – before sliding along her breast; dying in the depth of her neck.
She knew these gestures by heart but they hadn't lost their effect. On the contrary. The more she had to face them, the stronger they appeared. Intense. Hard to deal with.
Her breath suddenly turned rough as the pace of the caresses increased. She frowned, swallowed hard. Grabbed the bed sheet tightly. The second hand had now reached her breast and was softly massaging it while the other one had got lost again on her inner thigh; the fingertips playing with the sensitive skin. Quiet sighs were now escaping from her lips, no mattered how much she tried to hold them back.
It was all about focusing, all about making it last; even if the ministrations were now getting the best of her in a dizzy motion.
In a matching – subconscious – gesture, she licked her lips before pushing the head closer to her body; in a desperate plea, an instinctive one. Her movement elicited a moan – down there, between her legs- echoing throughout her whole body.
"Gosh..."
What was it in the end that people always tried to hold it back when they felt their orgasm build in their lower stomach? They knew the release would come and within it a strong, powerful sensation of such an explosion of feelings. Yet they did their best to postpone it; losing themselves in the sweet torture of restrained urges.
Every touch was setting her body on fire. The mere caress – hands, fingers, tongue, lips – making her swallow hard and move uncontrollably. She was shivering, catching the hot air of a Boston summer night whenever she opened her mouth and let a sigh come out.
A hand passed on her lower stomach before going up to her breast. As both skins made contact, Jane's eyes opened widely and she stared at the ceiling in the dark. The sheet had been discarded now by her constant moving and she laid there – naked – exposed to the night, to stimulating ministrations that did nothing but drive her crazy.
All of a sudden, the light – hot – breeze of the outside passed by the open window and embraced her body. Her hand tightened on the head; her back arched itself. She remained still, her mouth wide open as the exhilaration of her senses exploded in her lower stomach before spreading throughout the rest of her body. A few seconds of an intense life during which nothing mattered but the power of hormones released by her brain.
Breathless, she let kisses softly caress her stomach before going back up; a whole body sliding with fluidity on top of her, between her legs. She squeezed the waist to enjoy the contact fully.
Lips brushed her neck and she smiled brightly.
"Maur'..."
...
Maura
A double six. She remembered how the dices had hit the coffee table in a short – blank – sound before turning around themselves and finally stopping on these two numbers.
The odds of rolling six out of two dices is one hundred out of twenty-five. Not impossible yet entirely abandoned to the hands of coincidences. Unless everything is written in advance.
At times, Maura liked thinking about it; losing herself in what-ifs. She wouldn't forget that evening for it having settled down the most daring pact of her existence. A smile had slid on her lips and as she had looked up at Jane on the other side of the table, she hadn't said anything.
She had won. She would get what she had bet on in the first place. Right now. There. In the quietness of her friend's bedroom. The vapors of alcohol had wrapped up her mind of a thick mist, making her inhibitions fall one by one. She wanted it; Jane too, she could feel it in spite of the apprehension that had embraced the brunette's face.
Leaned up on her elbows, she captured Jane's lips in a deep – sensual – kiss; aroused by the way the detective had wrapped up her legs around her waist to keep her close to her naked, shivering body.
Her breasts brushed the brunette's as she slowly traced a path of kisses down her neck before rolling on her side to catch back her breath. She hadn't grown accustomed to sleeping with her but addicted to it.
After all, it should have been the matter of a night. Just one.
But the limits of the pact had faded away with the passing of time. Actually, as soon as Jane had grabbed her hand one evening only to take her back to her bedroom. Without saying a word, Maura had agreed.
Then what was supposed to be a mere coincidence had turned into a pleasurable habit.
"Maur'..."
Biting her lower lip – delighted by Jane's hoarse and lustful voice – the honey blonde looked up at her and rose a mischievous eyebrow.
Five minutes before round two. Before she got to be the one who would quietly please the detective to keep on the ministrations that would drive her crazy. There was no way that she would wait any longer. Not now. Not that night. She desperately needed to feel the tension leave her body as her orgasm would hit her after long minutes of agony.
"What do you want?"
What if she hadn't rolled a double six? What if nobody had got one that evening? A lonely, cold night of February. Where would she be, now? Certainly not in Jane's bed, getting pleasure in the anonymity of a hot summer night.
"You."
The reply elicited a bright smile on her lips and she let the brunette pass on top of her; succumbing to a passionate kiss.
Nobody knew and so what? There was something enticing in the idea of being friends with benefits.
