None of her previous sexual encounters couldn't even begin to compare to this one. It was a whole new world. If she tried to think about breasts in general, it did nothing for her. But watching Maura run her hands over hers, undoing her bra and massaging them with a light smile on her lips made her mouth dry and her underwear wet. She was in awe of the beautiful woman writhing under the ministrations of her own hands. Maura was now touching herself through her soaked underwear, eyes closed. Jane pressed the heel of her palm against her own clit, she was looking at Maura, at her beautiful face, at her magical hands.

Maura could feel Jane shifting on the bed, she kept her eyes closed for Jane's comfort. But she reached her left hand, that was previously massaging her breast, to Jane. She could feel Jane's fingers slipping over her palm and closing.

Jane was squeezing her thighs together so hard her hand hurt, but she couldn't stop. She was rubbing herself, looking at Maura and holding her hand. She could hear wet sounds as Maura slipped a finger inside. Jane was so turned on by that, with a few more motions of her own hand she came.

"Maura!" she said as she curled on the bed, squeezing Maura's hand hard. She was cumming for almost half a minute, muscles spasming, the hand between her legs crushed by her thighs.

Maura curled her finger inside herself and started to flick her thumb over her clit. The thought that Jane was having an orgasm right next to her send her over the edge.

When it was over Maura opened her eyes to see Jane still spasming on the bed next to her. She was so beautiful. They were still holding hands.

After Jane was done, she stretched her aching body a bit. She looked at Maura and smiled. Neither of them knew what to say. So, they just stayed silent and held hands until they fell asleep.

…

Jane woke up alone. She went downstairs to find Maura absorbed in her laptop with a cup of coffee in her hand. Thinking about what that hand was doing last night brought her shivers.

"Morning."

"Oh, good morning, Jane. I made you breakfast, it's right on the counter." Maura gave her a smile and turned back to her laptop.

Jane inched closer to see what has got so much of the doctor's interest.

"Lesbian sex, huh?"

"Don't laugh Jane, I just wanted to do some research."

"Ok." Jane hid her chuckle and went to eat her breakfast.

She felt so light, she just couldn't stop smiling.

Maura soon joined her in the kitchen, asking: "So what do you want to do after breakfast? Movie? Yoga? Running?"

"We could do that. Or you could tell me what you have found out."

Maura smiled as she said: "To tell the truth, I didn't find out anything surprising."

"Then how come you were so caught up in your reading?"

Maura looked down and fiddled with her hands. "Well, as I read I was imagining you and me."

Jane reached for Maura's hands and brought her closer to the bar chair she was sitting on. They started kissing passionately, Jane wrapping her legs against the slender body and pressing them closer. Soon, T-shirts were falling on the floor.

"God, did I tell you how incredibly beautiful you are?" Jane's husky voice sounded through the kitchen. She now payed attention to the lovely full breasts, touching them for the very first time.

"No, I don't think you did." Maura answered as she weaved her hands through thick dark hair. Jane hesitantly licked the tip of Maura's nipple. The cold air combined with the ghost-like touch of the tongue made it harden.

"Oh, Jane."

And before she knew it, Jane was licking, sucking and even gently biting on her breasts with enthusiasm she rarely displayed.

They shed what little clothes they were wearing. Maura was in awe of Jane's gorgeous body. Lips met lips, while they let their hands explore.

Maura never knew true desire until now. She kissed Jane's neck, clavicle, jaw, earlobe. While gently caressing her ear with her mouth, she whispered:

"Jane, I really want to taste you. Will you let me?"

Jane nodded vigorously.

"Are you sure you're ok with this?"

"Maura, right now I'm the happiest I've ever been. I'd let you do anything to me."

"Give me five minutes, then you'll be happiest you've ever been."

And Maura went down Jane's body. Licking her nipples, kissing around the navel, nuzzling her nose in the apex of Jane's legs and finally, she spread her legs wide and in one long slow sweep she licked her vagina.

Jane almost screamed and tried to clamp her legs together on reflex, but Maura firmly held her thighs spread. She looked up from her kneeling position.

Jane was looking down at her, breathing heavily. "Oh, god! Don't stop now!"

Maura flashed her a smile and dove back in. The taste was interesting, but not in a bad way. She truly enjoyed the breathy moans she was eliciting from the brunette. She flicked Jane's clit with her tongue, gradually adding pressure. Jane leaned back on the counter and put her legs on Maura's shoulder's. She could safely say that looking down and seeing the beautiful blond feasting at her privates was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She started chanting Maura's name, she was close.

Maura took her clit between her lips and gently sucked. The orgasm hit Jane like an avalanche. Her thighs clamped around Maura's head, holding her in the spot. Her muscles were contracting, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Maura was beside herself, she couldn't believe that giving pleasure could feel so fantastic. She put her hands around Jane's torso, letting her ride out every ripple of her climax.

When Jane finally relaxed, she cleaned her with a few gentle licks. They shared a look, Maura kneeling on the floor, Jane sweaty and spent, her bare butt on the bar stool. Suddenly Jane started laughing. She was giddy after her orgasm and she couldn't help it.

Maura smiled at her, remembering what a mess Jane was just yesterday and seeing her so happy now filled her with joy.

Still smiling Jane reached for Maura's hands, helping her stand up. She tried to stand herself and almost fell. Her legs were wobbly, she had to lean on Maura.

They burst out laughing again. The situation felt surreal and yet absolutely right.

"How about we have a shower and then watch a movie?"

"Sounds good to me."

…

Angela Rizzoli was leaning heavily against the door of the guest house she was living in, dramatically fanning herself with today's newspaper. She was still trying to catch her breath after sprinting inside. Oh, how she wished, she could forget and somehow unsee what she has seen. But it was impossible. The image of her daughter and the doctor permanently burned into her mind.