Jane writhed on the bed in sweet agony, desperately clutching the satin sheets that lay below her. Soft hands reached out to grasp her hips, firmly holding her down. She gasped as Maura's talented tongue licked her wet slit, flicking against her nub.
One hand grabbed her head, holding it in place as Jane's breath quickened. She began to moan as Maura's lips sucked on her clit, driving Jane rapidly to blissful oblivion. Maura's hands slowly ran up Jane's flat, taut, tummy to squeeze her breast. Maura gently bit her clit as she pinched Jane's blush tipped nipples. Jane's eyes slammed shut and she let out a guttural scream as she came. Jane dimly became aware of Maura's hands moving from her breasts to her thighs, stroking the warm, sticky flesh as she rode out her orgasm. The bed shifted and Jane felt her hot breath at the nape of her neck. Maura nipped her earlobe playfully before she whispered, "you're beautiful when you cum detective."
"Damn it," Jane said, running her hands through her sleep tousled hair. "That's the fourth sex dream I've had about Maura my best friend. What the hell is going on?"
Knock-Knock
"Jane?" Maura called out hesitantly through the guest room door. "Are you alright?"
Jane sighed as she swung body out of the bed. "I'm fine," she lied. She opened the door to find Maura dressed for the day, a bright smile upon her face. "Morning."
"Good morning," the ME replied. She looked at Detective critically. "Are you sure you're alright?" I could hear you moaning in the kitchen and you look a little flush."
Jane ducked her head, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I...um...was dreaming," she said slowly. Her eyes flashed up to catch the doctor's startled gaze.
"Oh!" Maura exclaimed. She leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "was it a good dream?"