A/N: This chapter ran away from me a bit. Everyone was all "Sex!" and I was all "Okay!" and then... I don't know where my plot went. lol.
CHAPTER NINE
First Getaway
The first time Maura and Jane really got away together was directly after the fiasco at the bar.
Jane and Maura both used their sick days they had acquired to take a long weekend, mostly because Jane just couldn't face for the life of her to go back to work right now. What had gone down at the bar was not only embarrassing for both of them, but it also outed her to both Frost and Korsak because she was drunk and couldn't keep her jealousy under control. Jane didn't know how to handle that.
So Maura suggested that they just get away for a little while. Maura had a cabin up in Maine right off of Sebago Lake that she went to sometimes to get away from the world when things got too hectic. So they packed up the car and drove about four hours north, mostly in silence.
It broke Maura's heart to see Jane this way. She'd always been so lively and fun, so to see her so introverted and unsure of everything was hard. Maura kept a tight grasp on her hand the whole way there, mostly just trying to let Jane know that she's not going anywhere without actually breaking the silence that Jane seemed to become accustomed to.
The first day they were there, Jane mostly slept. It's like she was trying to get away from the world that way. Maura let her though, knowing that this has been much more emotionally exhausting for her. Maura can't even begin to imagine how Jane feels. To really believe her family would disown her because she was in love with a woman? Maura's sure that Jane's family wouldn't do that; they were sensible people and they loved their daughter. But Jane feared it. A lot.
The next morning, Maura decided that sleeping fifteen hours was definitely enough for Jane; it was already bordering on depressive behavior and the last thing Jane needs is to slip into something like that. Maura opened the curtains wide, filling the bedroom with light. Jane groans, swears, then pulls the covers over her head.
"Come on Jane, get up," Maura prods, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at the lump underneath the covers that is her girlfriend.
Girlfriend. Maura guesses that's what they were now. They were definitely lovers. But Maura has yet to ask Jane if she even labels it like that. It probably wasn't very important either way though.
Jane swears again and swats at her. She's not a morning person. But Maura smiles, finding it endearing, and pokes the lump of covers. "It's a beautiful day," she coaxes.
"Fuck the day," Jane mumbles. "I'm tired." But Maura pokes her again, giggling as Jane growls. "C'mon, quit it, Maura!" she flips the covers off of her face and looks at her, grumpy. Her hair is everywhere and some of her makeup is smeared under her eyes, but she was the most beautiful thing Maura had ever seen.
"No, you need to get up. Nothing's going to be accomplished with you lying in bed all day again," Maura tells her, poking her again. Jane looks at her disgruntled.
"If you don't quit pokin' me you're gonna be sorry," she warns. Maura raises her eyebrow in amusement.
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"I doubt that," Maura says, poking Jane again. The brunette swats at her. "Come on, we can go to the lake or something." Another poke.
"Oh my god, quit!" Jane exclaims with a small laugh before grabbing Maura's arms and pulling her over her and into bed. Maura squeals in surprise, giggling. Jane holds her hands against the mattress firmly, not about to let Maura poke her anymore. Maura gives her a lopsided grin and Jane rolls her eyes playfully. "Why can't you just let me sit here and wallow in my own shit?"
"Because we're on vacation," Maura answers simply. "And sunshine will do you good."
"I hate the sun."
"Says the woman that's so tan."
"I'm Italian."
"I've seen pale Italians," Maura reasons, then wiggles out of Jane's grasp to lean up on her elbows, looking down at her. Jane squints as she looks at her, then shields her face from the sun glaring through the window with her hand. Maura watches her sigh.
"Maura, I…" she starts softly. "I just… I don't want to get up. Not… yet." The way she says it means so much more than just out of bed. Maura looks at her sympathetically and wipes the hair from Jane's brow before caressing her cheek.
"You can't hide from the world forever, Jane."
"I could. Technically."
"Then you'd have to give up your job, and you love your job."
Jane purses her lips, contemplating that. But both of them know it's true, so instead of retorting, Jane sighs long and loud, grabbing the covers and pulling them over both their heads forcefully. "Not yet," she tells her again. Her eyes search for Maura's under the darkness of the blanket and she requests, "Just… y'know. Stay with me. For a bit. Or… whatever." She sounds so unsure of herself and Maura hates that.
Maura gives her a small smile, raising her hand to slide her fingers gently down Jane's face, tracing her jaw. "I'll stay with you for as long as you want me," she says softly, honestly.
Jane's eyes meet hers, staring intently at her as if trying to figure out the hidden 'but' in that sentence that doesn't actually exist. She takes a nervous breath while she brings her hand up to grasp Maura's that's resting on her cheek before leaning over and pressing her lips softly against hers. It's a short kiss, but it's more than perfect. When they break, Maura smiles at her.
"See, this isn't so scary, is it?" she asks in a whisper, using her thumb to caress the back of Jane's hand that she's holding.
"It's fucking terrifying," Jane admits automatically, before dropping her eyes so she doesn't have to look at her anymore after admitting such a personal thing. But she doesn't move away or let go of Maura's hand either. If anything, she grips it a little tighter. "I wish this didn't feel so good," she reveals quietly, more to herself than Maura.
Maura knows that probably shouldn't hurt since she understands Jane's fears, but it does. "Because you're ashamed to be with me," Maura tells her. Not a question, a statement.
Jane sighs heavily, pushing the covers off of their heads. "That's not… that's not it," Jane says, sounding a little frustrated that Maura would jump to that conclusion. She rolls over, having her back face Maura. She stares at the wall.
Maura frowns, scooting over a little to position herself against Jane's back. Propping her head up with her hand as she leans on elbow, she looks down at her, tracing the dip in Jane's hip with her fingers and asks, "Then what?"
Jane takes a breath as she continues to stare at the wall. "I'm not ashamed to be with you, Maura. I just… I dunno. I guess I wanna maybe not exactly… tell people yet?" she says it so unsurely, like she's afraid of how Maura's going to react. "Y'know? I mean, maybe I just want something that for once is just… mine." She turns her head to look at Maura, looking a little worried to see her reaction.
"You mean your family," Maura says flatly, filling in the blanks. "Because you have to know that Korsak and Frost have already put two and two together."
Jane groans at that thought and pulls the covers over her head again. Maura doesn't go under there with her though; she just sits there thinking. She's hurt still, but is attempting to rationalize it for Jane's sake. The last thing they need is another fight. She swallows. "So… you really don't… want your family to know about me? Us?" she asks finally.
Jane takes the covers off of her head, looking at Maura sympathetically because of how sad she sounded. "C'mon, Maura, don't sound like that… I mean, they already know about you. They know we're friends. It's not like I'm gonna shun you from my family or anything. I just… I can't tell them yet. I don't even know what the fuck we're doing yet."
"We're together," Maura answers. Then she knits her eyebrows together in confusion. "Aren't we?"
"I don't know," Jane says, letting out a breath. She looks at the ceiling. "We probably shouldn't be."
"Why?" Maura asks, not even bothering to hide her surprise and upset over that sentence.
"Because I'm gonna break your heart," Jane tells her honestly, looking over at her sadly. She shrugs, like it's a known fact of the universe and everyone just has to live with it. She nods her head at her and then her face changes to one of self loathing. "Look at what I already put you through, Maura."
"Nothing worth having is ever easy," Maura tells her firmly. Then she curls up her lip in aggravation before hitting Jane on the arm. Hard.
"Ow! What the hell, Maura?" Jane exclaims, looking at her like she lost her mind as she rubs the offended area.
"You're an idiot," Maura tells her flatly. Jane looks offended. "Look at what you already put me though? This is what you keep putting me through, Jane; your 'will I, won't I' contradictory behavior. If you just stop being so stupid and accept some sort of semblance of happiness for once, maybe you won't break my heart after all."
"Maybe I don't know how to be happy," Jane retorts, still rubbing her arm. She scowls at her a little for the violence.
Maura rolls her eyes as she pushes the covers all the way off of both of them before sitting up and throwing a leg over Jane to sit astride her stomach. She looks down at her while Jane raises her eyebrows. "What are you doing?"
"Making you pay attention," Maura tells her as she grabs Jane's wrists, pinning her arms to the bed. Jane's eyebrow arches further. "Are you paying attention now?"
"Well, I was before you decided to go all dominatrix on me. Now this is a little distracting."
Maura ignores the comment and looks at her seriously. "Do you know what'll make you happy?" she asks.
Jane takes in their position, eyes sweeping over Maura's body before they return to her face. "Orgasms?" she asks hopefully. Maura giggles.
"Probably, but that wasn't what I was referring to."
"Can it be?" Jane asks with a smirk.
Maura laughs. "Why Jane Rizzoli, are you telling me you're turned on right now?" She stokes the insides of Jane's wrists softly with her fingers, smirking at her as she leans down, pressing her breasts to hers as their faces come within an inch of each other.
Jane's breathing gets a little shallower as she noticeably stares at Maura's lips. "Yeah," she tells her in a low voice. It was a welcome distraction from talking about feelings for Jane, and Maura knew it. But she allows it for a moment, biting her lower lip softly, teasingly. She leans in slowly, but when her lips come into contact with hers it's only brief. Suddenly she's sitting up again, still pinning down Jane's arms.
"Well, that's good. I was planning on going down on you in a minute. But first I want to finish our conversation," she informs her. Jane blinks.
"Maura!" she exclaims, frustrated. "You just totally ruined the moment. You—ugh. How the hell do you ever manage to get laid?"
"Well, usually I get spontaneously fucked up against a bathroom counter by jealous drunk women," Maura answers sarcastically.
"Funny," Jane deadpans.
"I thought so."
Jane lets out a long, frustrated sigh. "Fine. Finish the damn conversation."
"No, now you're grumpy," Maura tells her. "And I don't really want to go down on someone who's grumpy, either."
"You—arg! Maura! Fine, nevermind," Jane snaps, annoyed and clearly very sexually frustrated as she tries to sit up. She gets about an inch off the bed before Maura gathers more of her strength and pins her to the mattress again quickly, holding her there. Jane raises her eyebrows. "Okay, you're deceptively strong."
Maura smirks.
Jane narrows her eyes at her, then they widen a little as she realizes something. "Oh my god. You're fucking with me, aren't you?"
Maura giggles, "Call it payback for being so indecisive all the time." She wasn't going to force Jane to talk if she didn't want to, it'd probably just lead to a fight. Besides, sex was an allowable substitution. One that Maura doesn't know that she could say no to either.
"That's not fair," Jane complains.
"Mmm…" Maura purrs as she once again slowly slides the top half of her body against Jane's to bring her face closer to hers. Jane's oversized tee rides up a little, exposing her cute little boyshorts that Maura can't wait to slide off of her. She shifts her hips down a little, positioning her own underwear-clad center against hers. She bites her lip, suppressing a groan as she feels the heat radiating from Jane's core. "You know what's not fair?" she breathes against her lips before rolling her hips into Jane. The woman beneath her whimpers; such an unJane-like sound. It makes Maura grin wickedly.
"What?" Jane asks, breathing becoming a shallow again from the feel of Maura on top of her. She tries to move her hands to touch her, but Maura tightens her grip, not allowing her to move.
Maura ghosts her lips across Jane's, but when the brunette goes to kiss her she pulls back a little with a devious smirk on her face. She slides her lips along her jaw line all the way to her ear before whispering, "I never got an orgasm the last time you fucked me." Her tongue traces the shell of Jane's ear, making the detective squirm beneath her. "So do you know what I had to do?" she breathes, voice husky with desire.
Yes, she does plan to drive Jane crazy. Why do you ask?
"Hm?" she presses, rolling her hips into her. The friction sends sparks right to Jane's core and Maura watches her stifle a moan. She's breathing heavily now; chest rising and falling at such a rapid rate. She already knows what Maura did.
"Jesus. You're going to tell me, aren't you?" Jane gasps as Maura's tongue flicks out at her earlobe again teasingly. "I take it back; you obviously know how to get laid."
Maura giggles a little before she groans into her ear, knowing the vibrations will drive Jane absolutely insane. Jane whimpers again, trying to get loose. But Maura's holding her there firmly with no plans of letting her go just yet. "After you dropped me off," she starts in a heated whisper. "I got in the shower. I couldn't stop thinking about you; about how you felt inside me…" Jane groans softly, closing her eyes as she let's Maura speak her dirty little obscenities in her ear. "So what do you think I did, Jane? Hm?" She starts kissing her neck.
"You fucked yourself," Jane answers breathlessly. Maura bites down on the junction where her neck and shoulder meet and she groans, "Jesus, Maura…"
Maura's lips are pressed to her ear again suddenly, rolling her hips into her hard as she tells her with every ounce control that she has in her, "Can you picture it, Jane? In the shower, fingers buried inside of myself, screaming out your name? God, I wanted to taste you so bad; touch you, devour you completely. It drove me insane…"
Maura's never been shy when it comes to sex. She's studied the human body, but more importantly she's studied human reactions. She may be labeled as socially awkward in society because of her unwavering habit to constantly be truthful, but for some reason that works wonders in the bedroom. The things people don't normally talk about get released in there, and yeah, she knows exactly what to talk about to get people going. And Jane? Well, Jane, who feels so completely helpless in her life right now, just needs someone to take control, and Maura can do that. Very well, in fact.
It can't be about love, about connecting to each other. Maura knows Jane well enough to know that would scare the crap out of her right now.
"You're driving me insane," Jane tells her breathlessly, each word laced with need and desire; almost pleading. "Fuck, Maura, just—"
"What?" Maura asks, interrupting. She giggles softly in her ear, enjoying this control. "Fuck you?"
"Yes!" Jane exclaims, frustration boiling over to the point of no return. "I don't care how you fuck me at this point; just fuck me!"
Maura smirks as she sits up, hovering over Jane. She still isn't letting her move an inch. "Hm. Now you've made me sorry I didn't bring my toys."
Jane looks at her in disbelief for a moment before she lets out a short laugh. "Shit, you're kinky, aren't you?"
Maura looks at her innocently. "Are you complaining?"
"Not at all," Jane breathes as she looks over her lover like she'd like to lick every inch of her body. "Just… unexpected…" she struggles to say as Maura rolls her hips into her again, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as she enjoys the friction against her clit. She lets out a little sound that makes Jane instantly press her thighs together hard, trying to dull the throbbing between her own legs. "Oh my god, you're planning to kill me, aren't you? I'm really sorry I dicked you around for so long, Maura. Come on…" Yes, Jane Rizzoli was actually begging now.
Maura chuckles as she opens her eyes and looks down at her. "Maybe this isn't about payback anymore," she tells her with a wicked grin. "Maybe I just like to hear you beg."
"Maybe I've just started sleeping with the devil," Jane retorts, voice heavy with need. "Because this is just evil."
"Do you want your control back, Jane?" Maura asks innocently before leaning back down and looking her dead in the eyes. Her own breathing is labored; she's far past the point of turned on right now herself. She can feel Jane's heavy breathing against her lips and she goes on softly, teasingly, "Do you want me to let you go? Because I don't think you do." She nips at her bottom lip gently as she whispers, "I think you like struggling beneath me. I think you like the tease. I think you want me to tell you what to do; when to get off. I think the thought of that alone makes you burn with need and makes you feel sexier; succumbing to someone else when all your life it's been other's falling to their knees around you." She watches Jane swallow and she arches an eyebrow at her. "So tell me Jane; do you want me to let you go?"
"No," Jane tells her instantly, though it's barely audible because her throat is so dry. Maura silently congratulates herself of turning Jane into an incompetent pile of sexually frustrated goo beneath her.
"I didn't think so," she whispers before she leans in, kissing her hard. Jane groans into her mouth, arching her back off the bed to try to get as much contact with Maura as she can. The detective's mouth becomes more insistent; more wanting, as her tongue duels with hers for dominance that they both already know that Maura has.
Maura's tongue sneaks out and teases her bottom lip before taking the succulent flesh between her teeth and biting down, emitting a low, guttural moan from the brunette beneath her. She breaks the kiss takes Jane's hands in hers; guiding them to grasp the headboard rails as she whispers against her lips, "Hold onto this. Don't let go and don't touch me until I say so." Jane nods mutely.
Maura sits up, looking her straight in the eyes as she grasps the hem of her nightshirt and pulls it over her head, exposing her breasts to Jane's hungry eyes. She bites her tongue in amusement as she watches Jane noticeably try to gain some relief from the tension between her legs. She loops her thumb around her lacy underwear and watches Jane's eyes focus there almost instantly; breathless and waiting. So Maura pauses, building the tension.
"Maura," Jane gasps, impatient.
"What? I was just thinking," Maura says innocently, because she was: about how long it would take Jane to give into her impatience. It was about fifteen seconds.
"Think later. Naked now," Jane demands. Maura smirks.
She doesn't tease her any longer though. She slowly slides down her underwear, getting off of her for a second to be able to completely pull it from her body. Then suddenly she's on her again, straddling Jane's stomach, her scorching heat connecting with Jane's flesh. "Shit," Jane breathes, feeling how wet she is. She grasps the handles of the headboard firmly, trying to remind herself that she's not supposed to move to touch her.
Maura slides Jane's night shirt up further as she leans down, kissing every bit of exposed flesh she can reach as she makes her way up her body. Her nails drag up her ribs, leaving goose bumps in their wake that Maura diminishes with the heat of her mouth. She didn't want to rush; she wanted to savor every bit of Jane's skin, relish in every moment that she gets to touch her. She pushes the shirt up further, exposing Jane's breasts to the cool air. She feels her own breathing shallow for a moment before she wastes no time at all wrapping her lips around one of those perfect, dusky pink nipples.
The sound of Jane groaning in pleasure was fast becoming one of Maura's favorite sounds. Her voice is so low; so husky already, but when she was turned on it was scratchier; more guttural. It's like she was speaking from her abdomen rather than from her chest. Maybe even lower than that. Maura purrs against her skin before letting her tongue flick teasingly over the nipple she had captured. Jane groans, arching her back into her as Maura kisses the underside of her breast softly.
Jane's skin was like silk and Maura enjoyed every inch of it as her hand slides over her ribs, down to dip into the curve of her hips, and lower to grasp the hem of her boyshorts. She pulls them down, not all the way, but just a little as she slips her thigh between her legs, pressing against her center. Jane gasps and tightens her grip on the headboard as she rocks her hips into her. "Fuck, Maura…"
"Getting there," Maura mumbles against her skin as she slides her body down hers, kissing every inch as she goes. As she makes her decent she pulls Jane's underwear from her body until it's pooled around her feet. Jane kicks it off impatiently before spreading her legs, allowing Maura to situate herself between them. Maura looks up at her; seeing her flushed, wet, wanting, needing. She knows she stopped breathing a little as she takes her in, but when she starts to feel a bit lightheaded, she takes a much needed breath.
Oh god, Jane was so beautiful.
Their last encounter was rushed; desperate. Barely any clothing was removed and it was all about the heat of the moment. But this… this was different. They could see all of each other and pause to take a moment to appreciate it; soak it up and feel how much more intimate this encounter was, and how much more exposed and vulnerable each of them feel. It's a scary feeling, but Maura wouldn't trade it for the world. If she's going to be vulnerable around someone, than she's glad it's Jane.
Maura bites her lower lip as she settles between legs on her stomach, leaning in to kiss the inside of her thigh. Jane lets out a breath and strains her hips towards her, but Maura pauses, needing a moment to gather up her courage. For all of her talk, this kind of terrified her. She can figure out the logistics involved in fucking Jane with her fingers because she's done it to herself so many times before. But this? She's never done this. She knows the basic concept; she's had men do it to her before, of course. But most of them were sloppy and didn't know up from down and her clit from her lips, and she didn't want to screw this up with Jane.
She's nervous.
"Maura, please," Jane begs, looking down at her lover who's not doing much at all anymore. She's completely stopped. Maura looks up at her.
"I'm a little scared," she admits softly. She bites her bottom lip self-consciously as she slides one of her hands up Jane's thigh, watching it trail up her skin. Her heart is pounding about a million miles an hour.
Jane takes a breath, trying to calm herself down enough to help Maura when she's feeling vulnerable. She licks her lips as she thinks. Then she tells her honestly, "I guess I would be too, if I were down there."
Well, that didn't help much.
Maura looks up at her again, making a little face of disgruntlement as she says, "What if I'm… bad?" That makes Jane laugh. "Hey!" Maura exclaims, resenting being laughed at right now.
"Fuck, Maura," Jane says, through her laughter. "You seriously don't know how turned on I am right now, do you? I'm pretty sure the second your tongue is on me I'm gonna cum all over your face anyway." Maura raises an eyebrow, smirking a bit from that very blunt and beautifully pained visual.
"I think I'd like that," she tells her. Her grip on Jane's thigh tightens a little as she guides her to spread her legs a little further. She looks down at her, licking her bottom lip. She so desperately want to taste her. Jane's completely soaked and pink from all the blood rushing downwards, engorging her clit and making her look absolutely mouth watering. She takes a breath, finding it's shallow. "You'll… tell me if I'm bad, right?" she looks up at her. "Because I can't get better unless you tell me I'm bad, nobody's perfect the first time they do anything, and while I am a very fast learner, I—"
"Oh my god, Maura! Just fuck me, please!" Jane exclaims, no more patience left in her.
"Alright, alright," Maura says, feeling incredibly rushed. She knows Jane's about to metaphorically implode from sexual frustration though, so she takes a breath, gathering her courage. The smell of Jane when she inhales totally overwhelms her senses though and she knows she can't put it off any longer. Pushing away her fears, she finally slips her tongue through Jane's folds, using her fingers to spread her lips so she can easily access more of the area which – Jesus – tasted like honey and something so distinctly Jane.
And oh my God the sound she makes. It's halfway between an animalistic growl and a moan and it gives Maura the courage she needs to stop being tentative with her exploration. She moans against her, vibrating Jane in all the best ways. The brunette gasps, grabbing into the headboard rail so hard it cracks beneath her grip as she pushes her hips further into her face. "Shit, Maura," she pants. "Oh my god."
Jane cries out again; her name, Maura's name, falling from her lips in ecstasy and abandonment as she surrenders herself to her. Maura knows she told her not to move her hands from the rails, but when she feels one of Jane's tangle itself in her hair in encouragement, she's not about to stop it.
Maura's tongue maps every dip and curve that Jane's sex has to offer her, suddenly feeling the need to memorize it. Her tongue flicks against her hard, protruding clit and Jane gasps before it turns into another long moan of pleasure. God, Maura could go down on her for hours. She can't even remember why she was nervous in the first place. Clearly Jane's enjoying it by the way she pants Maura's name and tugs on her hair, gripping her like letting go would crash her right back down to earth far too soon. It was intoxicating and yeah, it made her feel powerful to have Jane's pleasure depend on her.
When she slips a solitary finger inside Jane, she feels her clench around her instantly. Jane takes a heavy breath between moans before gasping, "Maura… come up here." Maura stops what she's doing to look at her, confused. After all, wasn't she doing it right? Sounded like it. Jane opens her eyes, chest heaving as she explains, "I want to touch you."
Maura smiles as she climbs up Jane's body, quickly capturing her lips in another deep kiss. She slips another finger inside of Jane as the brunette moans at the taste of herself on the ME's lips. Instantly her hands are on her, touching her everywhere. Fire races under Maura's skin and her eyes blacken with lust as she pushes into her, loving the way Jane's inner muscles rippled around her fingers.
"Fuck," Jane gasps. "Harder, Maura… oh Jesus fuckin' mppffhh—" Jane's string of curses are cut off by Maura plunging her tongue into her mouth again, needing to drink up everything that Jane is. Maura pulls out and then slides three fingers into Jane again; deeper, harder. Jane cries out loudly against her lips before her own hand slides between their bodies to cup Maura's own dripping sex.
Maura whimpers as Jane slides her fingers over her clit, shooting sparks all through her body that felt like firecrackers dancing over every inch of her skin. She's slick with sweat, but so is Jane as she rolls her hips behind her hand, using the extra leverage to penetrate her deeper. Maura's free hand roams everywhere; needing to relish in every perfection, every flaw of her lover's body. She cries out loudly though once Jane's own fingers slide deep inside of her, not realizing how close she herself was from falling over the edge until she felt Jane fill her.
"Jane," she breathes against her lips, just needing to say her name; needing to voice out loud that this is her making her feel this way, that this is her beneath her, wet and breathless from passion. Her mouth once again bruises Jane's with the sheer intensity behind her need as they both pant, moan, gasp against each other's lips as they bring each other closer to oblivion.
Maura rests her forehead against Jane's as she shuts her eyes, pleasure overwhelming her. Jane's palm has started applying pressure to her clit and she gasps hard, knowing she's about to lose it any second now. "Jane, Jane," she breathes over and over. "Oh god, Jane…" She loves saying her name, loves feeling this way because of her. She curls her fingers inside of her and in something resembling a small explosion, she feels Jane's muscles start contracting uncontrollably around her fingers as the brunette screams, instinctively curling her fingers inside of Maura as she cums; pressing hard against her g spot and allowing Maura to come tumbling over the edge after her.
It's like a high Maura's never experienced before, much better than any drug could ever give anyone. She doesn't know how long they laid there; Maura on top of Jane, fingers still inside each other. They're breathless and spent, basking in the feeling of each other.
"Shit," Jane swears finally, out of breath, breaking the silence. Maura giggles a little. "I should have started fucking you a long time ago."
Maura smirks, moving a little so they can both untangle themselves from each other enough to get their hands back. Then she settles in next to Jane, lying her head on her breast as she throws an arm over her. She takes a deep breath, soaking up the scent of their encounter together. "Mmm…" she purrs, tracing her fingers over each of Jane's ribs. "Yeah, you really should have."
Jane just laughs.
TBC…
