Jane POV

"Where do you want to start?" I whisper as my lips begin to rest eagerly on your chest, left largely uncovered by the wide neckline of your shirt.

"I don't know… what's the strangest place in the house you've imagined doing it?" you indulge me, and there are many fantasies in my mind… but I'll take the chance, after all there is one fantasy that has always been above all others.

"Ok... I'd say we're done here", I say, before I load you on my shoulder, amid your laughter and protests, and head towards the kitchen, taking the opportunity to slap your ass. I couldn't help but do it. I sit you down once we get to the counter.

"You better take off everything you don't want to run the risk of getting dirty or ruined, doctor", I tell you, leaving you there, as I walk towards the fridge.

Maura POV

Your request leaves me slightly puzzled, but just in case I obey, and in a moment I undress me, remaining only with my underwear… I leave the honour of completing the work to you, I'm sure you will appreciate it. I sit here on the counter, listening to you tinkering, hiding behind the fridge door. You close it and come towards me and I notice you're hiding something behind your back.

"Close your eyes Maura!" you intimidate me as soon as you notice I'm watching you. I obey your command at once, curious to know what you have in mind for us. From the sounds I hear, you must have just put a bottle down on the table. You touch one of my shoulders with the back of your hand, and I realize I didn't sense that you are so close. Your caresses relax me as I try to resist the temptation to open my eyes.

"I have a blindfold in my hand, Maura, and I would like you to wear it… can I put it on you?" you ask me and that's enough to make me swallow hard while I give you my consent with a shake of the head. I know what you're up to, and I'm very excited about it. When one of the senses is blocked, the brain expands the sensations that the other perceptual organs are able to give it. You remove my bra, with slow movements, like a trail of caresses. For a few seconds I seem to hear only the sound of your breathing: amazing how my hearing can already perceive the way it is getting deeper. I can almost see you, standing in front of me, trying to hold back your instinct to want to possess me instantly.

Your hand pushes strong on my collarbone, just enough to make me know you want me to lie down on the kitchen counter. As soon as my back touches the shelf, you step back from me again, so I rely again on the only way I can perceive you. I listen, and I understand you've just opened a bottle... of wine of course. I understand it from the noise it makes when you open it, and from the liquid when you pour it into a glass... if it was beer you wouldn't pour it but you would drink it directly from the bottle. God, you're so hot when you do that.

"Since when don't you offer guests a drink?" I scold you, hearing you sip. In a second I feel your lips resting on mine: they are wet, soaking with that nectar with which you are quenching your thirst.

I lick your mouth, and I immediately perceive that it is a red wine... you have always preferred them to the whites, because in fact they are like you, determined, stron... the taste is intense, like the sensations I get touching your lips with my tongue in this way.

"Some more", I ask you, intoxicated at the first taste.

You leave your lips even more wet, after having had another sip, and come closer again. I can't resist drawing you to me, to deepen that contact, and to explore your mouth in search of that taste so similar to you.

"Doctor, you'll make me spill my wine if you continue doing that", you say to a woman who is already at the mercy of your every gesture. I stay with my back against the counter, trying to figure out what your next move will be to drive me crazy, trying to control my growing heartbeat.

I'm totally unprepared when I feel you pour wine on my abdomen, on my chest, giving me tremors I can't hold back. I feel a drop slowly flowing up, passing between my breasts, then slowly stopping its course once it reaches the base of my neck. Your tongue rests on me, needing to reap what you have sown. I feel like a canvas, on which you enjoy leaving your brushstrokes, and with each passage of your mouth over my body, I feel the breaths getting shorter, more difficult.

While your tongue goes up, your hands run down my hips, trying to sneak between the counter and my back. Reflexively, I run my fingers over your arms, as if asking for more. I need to feel your body, have more contact. Finally your arms wrap around me and bring me up on my back, finding myself sitting up. You set your glass down, after having interrupted your attention on me long enough to take another sip.

From the sound I understand that the glass is on my right, so as if it were the most natural thing in the world I move my hand, slowly but surely, until I find it and grab it, determined to quench my thirst.

I take a sip, just enough to enjoy it worthily, making sure to leave my mouth properly damp, as an invitation to you. You don't wait to be asked twice, so you take the glass out of my hand, and after you have quickly secured it, your lips pour passionately on mine. With your right hand you bring me closer to you, caressing my back and I notice that in the meantime you have found time to take off your shirt and bra. Your warm body as soon as it touches me awakens all my passion. With my legs I grab your waist, pulling you even closer to me, and I caress your abdomen. God, even if I can't see them, but just touch them, your abs are so exciting.

I feel a drop of wine still on my lip and you must have noticed it too, because your tongue rushes at it like an eagle at its prey. You make it move on my skin so slowly, I'm afraid my heart will burst in my chest at the way you're provoking me. My hands follow my instincts, starting to unbutton your pants, and slipping one right into your briefs. You're so excited... for me. In the throes of desire, I pass my free hand behind your head, to have your lips again, for a deep kiss. And I keep kissing you, feeling you moan into my mouth, and my fingers get into you with deep, firm but well-timed thrusts, letting you calm down between them just enough to make you tremble and ask for more.

You push yourself away from me, after whispering something in my ear.

"Maura...I would love to try one thing. Do you trust me?"

I'm not bothered by your question, though in asking it your tone is somewhere between embarrassed and absolutely wanting to have me. I hear you turn away and walk towards your room maybe and I wonder what you're up to.

You come back after a few minutes that seem endless.

"Okay, if you don't want to just tell me, okay?" you say walking back to me. I remain puzzled for a moment, wondering if maybe you'd forgotten that I'm blindfolded, so right now I can't know what you're talking about.

I love it when you're so hesitant, you soften me. You touch me and slowly take off my thong, pulling me closer to the edge of the table. In a moment, I feel your head between my legs, totally dedicated to giving me intoxicating feelings. I have to admit that not being able to see is seriously broadening the other perceptual abilities... or maybe you're really doing your best now, because it's enough to push me closer to the limit. And it's just before let me go completely to the pleasure that you step back from me to have another sip of wine. A big sip from the way I hear you swallowing... you seem nervous. You come closer and kiss me again, decided to take off my blindfold.

I can finally see you again, and I can admire your eyes full of desire and that slightly strained smile, like the one you had the night we went to dinner at that restaurant, when you gave me this pendant. You seem to read my thoughts, because you look at it before you place your mouth on mine again, and it's when you move closer to do so that I feel it. I interrupt that kiss too soon for you, but the curiosity to answer the question in my head is too much. If my thigh felt right...

"Oh Jane, really?" I tell you, surprised, excited, practically smitten as soon as I see you're wearing a strap-on.

"Here, I knew it… you don't like it… okay, I'm going to..." I didn't let you finish the sentence because I kiss you again. When you start to rant, I realize this is the most effective way to interrupt you.

"Don't even think about it… you won't believe it, but I wanted to buy you one, but I didn't want you to misunderstand," I say sneering.

"So… it's okay… I mean, do you want to...?" you ask me, unsure but also impatient. I think you understand the answer as I begin to move it slowly up and down along my opening. Your face confirms to me that the message came through loud and clear, but in doubt I draw you with my hands on your hips towards my body, inviting you to thrusting into me.

I moan with my mouth close to yours as soon as you do. Your movements are slow, but they are signs of a growing passion that is in no hurry. As you penetrate me, my hands grab your breasts, giving them all the attention they deserve, and my mouth goes to your neck, licking it, kissing it, branding it. Your heartbeat is definitely getting stronger, I can feel it pushing its pulses up to my hand and I can tell the excitement is taking over. You step back from me and make me stand up in front of you. You take my face in your hands leaving me a sweet kiss...you know that what you want to do to me is far from tender, but not for this without love.

Your hands rest on my hips, inviting me with their motion to turn around. You draw me to you, take my shoulders, and you grab my breasts, while your tongue takes over my neck. You let a hand slip into my intimacy. The way you're loving me is total...you're losing yourself in me, yours is a devout loving me, as if you were guided by the total passion you feel for me. And I love you for that, because you make me feel complete, every single time, every day, every moment we spend together. You take my hands and lean them with yours to the edge of the kitchen counter. You leave me a kiss on the shoulder, which makes me realize how much you want to own me like this and how much you're thankful I want it too.

I arch my back slightly, to better expose my pelvis to you as you take me and make me yours. First slowly, with your body trying as much as possible to stay in contact with mine… I would have never imagined you could make me feel like this… then with stronger thrusts, while your fingers seem to want to dig into my flesh… I didn't think I could feel all your desire like this… and finally taking me by the hips with your hands, pushing me to invoke your name among the moans that lead me to the climax… I will never cease to be amazed by how you can make me feel fully, completely, totally loved every time.