"Are these yours?"
"Whom else's would they be?" Maura tilts her head as she looks at Jane. Jane is kneeling between her legs, half naked, nothing but long torso and longer arms.
Jane has just removed Maura's jeans, and she is now looking quizzically at Maura's panties. She should probably be focused on tearing them off of Maura in a fit of passion, or something similar, but she's just too intrigued. "I don't know," she looks up at Maura and shrugs, "they just surprised me."
"My panties surprised you?" Maura is officially amused. She leans up on her elbows to have a better view of Jane.
Jane is looking back down at the panties in question, considering them closely. "I thought they'd be...smaller? And lacier" she muses, almost to herself.
"They're small! And they have lace on them." She is not sure why she is defending her choice of underwear. Only Jane could engage her in such a ridiculous conversation. It is part of Jane's charm, she must admit.
"Yeah, but they're sensible." Jane holds the top of Maura's thighs and uses her thumbs to trace the lace trimmings. The real thing is, of course, infinitely better than her imagination, but if she were to admit to Maura about her very detailed fantasies, she would describe tiny, flimsy lace thongs that she could rip off of Maura with her teeth.
"Yes, they are sensible, Jane. The natural fibers of cotton absorb moisture and help to discourage vaginal infections."
"Mmmm sexy!" Jane chuckles and starts to brush her thumbs over more than just the lace.
"I wear s-ilk also," her breath hitches as Jane brushes quickly over the damp cotton, "But more often than not I wear none." When she sees Jane smirk at her reaction to another teasing swipe, she adds, "If I could have predicted that you would be undressing me today, I might have chosen the later."
Jane halts her teasing movements as Maura's words register. "You ever go commando at work?"
Maura just bites her lip and shrugs her eyebrows.
"I knew it! Those dresses are too tight." Jane has always wondered about that. It drove her nuts that she could never see any panty lines, even through the tightest of Maura's dresses.
Jane's got the case-cracked grin on, and Maura just rolls her eyes. "So do you have any other expectations for tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
Maura raises her hips off the bed. "Well, it's apparent that my panties were not what you were expecting. I would just like to be aware of any other expectations you might have."
Jane cups Maura's ass in her hands and slowly lowers her face, keeping her eyes locked with Maura's. "Just one."
Jane's voice has deepened. Maura can feel wild curls brushing her inner thighs. She waits for Jane to continue, watching Jane's head move closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. She licks her lips as she imagines what it might feel like to have Jane's mouth on her.
"I expect to make to scream" Jane finishes hoarsely, and presses an open-mouthed kiss to Maura's core. The smell of Maura's scent is unlike anything she has smelt before. She pushes her nose to the damp fabric and inhales deeply. She groans at the same time that Maura moans. The sounds collide and fill the room.
For a long moment, Maura can feel Jane breathing deeply against her, heating her core to almost unbearable arousal. She grasps the sheets beneath her and prays for something that is mutually exclusive - she prays for the moment to go on forever and end quickly. Then suddenly, Jane's mouth is gone, her panties are sliding off, and she's dropped back down to the bed.
Jane picks up each soft, toned leg in turn and slips the black cotton panties off Maura's ankles. She has seen the wet mess that Maura's arousal has made in them. She swallows the excess moisture in her mouth and drops the panties over the edge of the bed. She has never felt more turned on in her life. Her mouth is watering with the desire to be wrapped around Maura's pussy. It's surprising really. The thought of going down on a woman has never been particularly arousing to her in the past, but now she is practically chomping at the bit. She decides that Maura must be the only exception. Everything about Maura turns her on like no other.
Maura is now lying before her best friend, completely exposed. The dark brown of Jane's eyes appears to be almost completely swallowed by the blackening effects of desire. Maura holds still under Jane's appraisal.
Jane takes one last look at Maura's perfectly trimmed, pink pussy. It's glistening, even in the low light that fills the bedroom. Then, she crawls back up over Maura before she can lose her nerve.
With Jane hovering over her once more, Maura wraps herself around Jane and flips them. Before Jane can murmur any form of dispute regarding the loss of top position, Maura joins their lips in a fierce kiss.
"Tell me what you want." Jane whispers against Maura's lips.
"I want you to touch me." She plies Jane's left hand from off of her right breast and tugs it down between their bodies.
Looking deeply into Maura's eyes, Jane holds her breath and pushes her fingers slowly through short, coarse curls until she feels the smooth skin of Maura's pussy. It's warm, smooth and so wet. Maura's eyelids flutter when she pushes her middle finger down and drags it slowly back up to Maura's clit, spreading the inner lips and collecting moisture. She repeats the action again, and again, coating her fingers and the hard, protruding nub. When everything is slippery, she begins drawing tight circles.
"Yes. God yes." Maura drops to her elbows above Jane and she rests her forehead on Jane's chest. She rotates her hips quickly over Jane's fingers. She can feel herself dripping as the pressure builds. She isn't going to last much longer. "Inside."
Maura is panting and whimpering on her chest and Jane knows that Maura must be close. She can feel her own core clenching with excitement. She holds onto the back of Maura's thigh with her free hand, and squeezes two finger together on her other. She holds Maura still as she presses the two fingers to Maura's opening. She enters with slow shallow thrusts at first, quickly building to deep plunges when Maura's hips begin to bob.
"Don't stop, don't stop, God Jane, Jane." Maura's repeating the words on a loop. She is so, so close. Jane presses on her clit then, and her hips buck violently. Pleasure tears through her. She clamps down hard, holding onto Jane's fingers. Her teeth latch around Jane's clavicle and she shrieks into Jane's skin.
Jane wraps her free arm around Maura's back and holds tight as Maura's convulsing morphs into quivers. Her fingers are imprisoned, but she keeps stroking Maura from within.
When the last tendril of pleasure dissipates, Maura sighs deeply and then presses a kiss to the teeth impressions she has made on Jane's neck. She is content and blissful, lying on Jane's chest, but pushes herself up slowly on weak arms. She wants to find Jane's eyes, but her view is obstructed by hair. She's blowing at it, there's too much hair, it's a losing battle.
Jane lifts her hand to the side of Maura's face and gently rakes her fingers through Maura's hair, pushing it back. "There you are." Maura's face looks rosy and radiant, and she smiles up at her so big that her face hurts. Maura smiles back at her, equally as joyous. "Well, it wasn't quite a scream" she says to Maura. "But we can work on it" she smirks, and then flips Maura onto her back.
#Yay! Okay, so there is most likely just one more chapter to go with this story. I'm now thinking of ideas for my next Jane and Maura story. Does anyone have and prompts or ideas? Let me know here, or on tumblr. ElizalovesRizzles dot tumblr dot com