My panties are drenched. The sight of Jane tackling a suspect to the ground normally sends me into worry, but it has been so long since we've made love that her aggression leaves my core clenching. Her motions are fluid as she handcuffs the man, that is twice her size, and reads him his rights. I take in a deep breath. Those fingers of hers, how I imagine them deep inside me until my thighs shake and I am left screaming. She is so flawless with her movements as my inner muscles tighten and pull those long digits as deep as they can go. When my eyes catch hers, I lick my lips. Arousal courses through my body. The desire that Jane causes me, I've never experienced before. Any free moment, all I can think about is that beautiful face nestled between my thighs, doing things with her tongue that should be illegal in the state of Boston. I need her and soon.
I drink her in as she walks near me. Every nerve in my body is on end.
"Sorry you had to see that…" She stops and takes in the look on my face. I know my eyes are darkened and I keep biting my lip. "Maura, are you alright."
I shake my head, "We need to get home." I reach out to caress her hip, "We need to get home very soon."
I twirl my finger in my hair at the final word. Jane's eyebrows almost shoot into her hairline. She clears her throat,
"I've got to finish up some paperwork and then I'll be home." She says dryly.
Standing on my tiptoes, I lean up to her ear, "You better not leave me alone too long, Jane Rizzoli, because I'm wet and nothing but you will do."
She coughs and tries to respond, but just nods her head. Jane signals a uniform over and instructs him to drive me home.
"Don't be late, Jane." I call out to her and watch a slight blush rise to her cheeks.
The drive home is quick, even as I try to make polite conversation with the rookie uniform, his name I think is Dave. Normally I try to be kinder, but all I can think about is the pleasure that will await me once Jane comes home. She may look like a prude and blush at the slightest hint of sexual conversation in public, but once I get her home. That 'Jane' melts away and I reap the benefits She is very much an "actions speak louder than words" person. The way she plays my body, I must bite back a moan. The poor uniform looks uncomfortable as we pull into my driveway. I thank him as I make quick time to the door. As soon as I shut and lock it, I kick my heels off and start to pull off my dress. I don't care how much any of these costs, my skin is so taunt. My nipples are hard against the fabric of my bra. I'm so turned on that I don't know how I'm going to wait for Jane. I grab my phone out of my purse and head upstairs.
As I crawl into bed, the cool sheets contrast against my heated skin. Unlocking my phone, I pull up Jane's contact and call her. Her voice is extra raspy when she answers.
"You alright, Maur?"
"Forget your paperwork and come home to me." I hum.
"Who are you and what have you done with my 'by the rules' girlfriend?" She laughs.
"That all goes out the window when I'm horny. I need you, Jane." The last bit comes out as a whimper.
"Poor, Baby." She teases, "Anything I can do?"
I know she's poking fun, but she opened the door. "Actually, yes there is. Come home, spread my legs, and use that tongue of yours to make me come." A moan escapes at the end of my sentence.
I hear her take a sharp breath, "I'll be home in fifteen minutes."
She hangs up the phone and I smile. Sitting up slightly, I unclasp my bra and throw it to the side. I keep my panties on in hopes she rips them clean off my body. Laying back down, I bring my hand up to message my breast. The image of Jane is clear in my mind.
Minutes pass slowly, my body growing more and more aroused. I almost leap out of my skin as I hear the front door open and shut. I picture Jane, making her way through the house. Soon I hear footsteps drawing near and a rush of excitement courses through me. My eyes open to see Jane unbuttoning her shirt in the doorframe.
"Well don't wait, Detective." I pause as I open my legs, "I need your mouth and I need it now." I husk out, arousal dripping from my lips.
Her hands stop and in the blink of an eye, she is at the foot of our bed. Her long arms reach and grab me by my calves to pull me towards the edge of the bed. Jane drops to her knees and I lean up on my elbows to peer down at her. Her hands rub up and down my legs as she inhales my scent. I bite my lip as I watch those fingers curl around the waistband of my panties and rip the lace with ease. A moan escapes my lips. She lifts one of my legs over her shoulder and runs her tongue through my soaked lips. I throw my head back in a sigh of pleasure. One of my hands comes up to lace through her hair. She circles around my clit, slowly flicking it.
"Fuck, Jane. I need more." I groan.
I feel her fingers circle at my entrance before she thrusts inside of me, curling just right to cause me to let out a scream. My body is strung so tight that I use the hand that is in Jane's hair to push her into my core. Her tongue and fingers move in perfect time. The muscles in my thighs start to quiver as she starts to thrust harder.
"So, fucking good." I manage to moan out as my body starts to tingle.
My muscles clench around her curled fingers and I start to shudder. Her name drips from my lips in a chanted scream and she doesn't let up the rhythm of her tongue and fingers. She pushes through my orgasm, drawing it out. As I start to come down and my thighs stop shaking, Jane takes gentle care in cleaning me up, gently withdrawing her fingers. When my eyes flutter open, I see her sucking the come off her fingers and a smirk on her face.
"Feel better, Doctor?" She asks.
"Oh, Jane, we're only getting started."
I laugh as she crawls up the bed to kiss me, devouring my lips in a heated passion. I know that no matter how much time goes by, only she can provoke this level of desire in me. With her I'm insatiable and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her satisfying my every need.