Well everyone who reviewed said yes to smut, so smut I have written.
Thanks to all of you who reviewed, it is always gratifying and encouraging!
This has clearly become an NC-17 fic. If you don't fancy reading smut, you can quite easily skip this chapter and it makes no difference to the story. I hope you enjoy :)
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"I think," she purred, placing a few light kisses on Maura's collarbone, "That you are a little over dressed right now."
"Yes, I am." Maura replied, feeling the delightful thrill of anticipation radiate through her as a hand slid under her silk nightee.
"Perhaps I can help you with that."
"Yes, please," she sighed and the errant hand skimmed over her waist to cup her breast.
Jane's fingers pinched Maura's nipple, sending a warm wave throughout her body. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her fiance pulling her close, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressing together and the way Jane's breasts rested agains her ribcase though her loose cotton t-shirt, small and soft. It felt good. She slid a hand underneath the fabric and traced the muscles of her lover's back, watching Jane watching her. She drew her down for a kiss. Their lips met, soft, pliable, starting slowly, their warm, wet, mouths opening to each other. They took their time. With sighs, hands and lips, they caressed desire until they were alight with it.
They discarded their clothes carelessly one by one, they murmured and hummed softly as their skins melted together. Maura buried her face in Jane's neck and gently bit down, listening to her breath catch. Her hand skimmed over her lover's torso to her firm buttocks, pulling her closer so that their legs intermignled. Hips rocked lazily as they moved up and down. She tightening her hold. She felt the increasing beat of her heart, the goosbumps where Jane kissed her, the flutter in her stomach, the throbbing of her sex. She marveled at the woman she held in her arms who had arroused in her this need. Not just a physical need but an emotional one- to be close, to be loved, to make love. With other partners, she'd delighted in the act, physically craved it, explored it openly and sought it out to satisfy the body. She'd needed sex. But she'd always kept herself that little bit apart and she'd always been able to walk away. Now she shared something so much more real and connected that it humbled her and there were moments when she felt it so keenly, she thought she would burst from the wonder of it.
This woman. The woman who would be her wife.
Jane sat up, giving Maura an unimpeded view of her body. The smooth tanned skin, defined shoulders and arms, pert breasts with dusky nipples, the skin over her taunt stomach, rippling as she moved, encouraging Maura's eyes down to the trimmed curls between her legs that undulated backwards and forwards on her thigh. She loved the way Jane was watching her brazenly through hooded eyes, inviting her to look and admire, daring her to touch. So she obliged. She sat up and, licking her lips, brought them down on Jane's nipple. She sucked, feeling the hard tip and the delicious softness. She flicked the numb with her tongue, the hot rush of desire flooding between her legs at Jane's goans of pleasure. Jane rocked faster. Then her hand reached down, skimming over Maura's belly and slipped into her panties. Maura released the nipple with a crie as fingertips sliped between her folds and caressed the wet, pulsing numb therin. She leaned back onto her arms and arched backwards at the exquisite sensation. It sent waves radiating out, overwhelming all her senses until there remained only one though. She needed to feel Jane inside her. She opened her eyes and Jane was watching her, her eyes dialated, her parted lips swollen red, fiercly beautiful with her chocolate hair falling in cascades and the ends curling over her naked breasts. Their eyes locked for an electric moment, the air was crackling with promise and then Maura gasped as the rhythm changed. Like a switch had been flicked they moved from slow and sensual to hot and desperate. Their lips clashed and they were grasping and kneeding and stroking.
"Please..." she said and she needed say no more. Jane growled and flipped Maura onto her stomach. She spread her legs and plunging two fingers into Maura's throbing sex, pumped them in and out. . Jane moved up the length of Maura's body, her nipples grazing the length of her back with each stroke of her fingers and then she sliped her free hand under Maura's body to pinch her pink nipple. The sensations combined together and Maura saw the strands of her pleasure drawing together.
"More." she moaned and Jane obliged by inserted an extra finger.
"More." she said again.
She felt the fulness of Jane's four fingers as they slid in deep, right up to the knuckles and she burried her face in the pillow to muffle her escalating cries. She rocked her hips against the thrusts, reveling in the exquisite fullness, her pussy on fire, burning hot and fast.
"Oh God, oh God." she cried, her body alight, the strands twisting together, intertwining, rising up until she felt nothing but Jane inside her and her warm breath against her ear.
"Come for me, Maura" she murmured.
Then, with one final flick of her nipple, Maura, in a long, intense explosion of light, burst into a thousand falling stars. She collapsed and lay there, limp, catching her breath and feeling the thud of her heart.
"Wow." she said.
Jane chuckled, dropped a kiss on her shoulder and caressed her back.
Maura took a moment to collected herself and then turned towards Jane. With her hand she pushed her down, claiming her lips. Her hand slid up a silky thigh and she wasted no time in burying her fingers inside Jane's wet, wet pussy, curling them and stroking her. The reaction was instantaneous. Jane gasped, arched and opening her legs wider. She was so close, Maura could feel it. She kissed her way down Jane's body and settled between her legs. She lowered her mouth onto her clit, licking up the juices before taking the fleshy nub between her lips and flicking it with her tongue. Jane's hands were grasping at the bed covers, her breasts quivering with the heaving of her chest. Maura relished the cries that Jane was helpless to stop and with a couple more strokes, she was orgasming hard, the muscles clenching and releasing around Maura's fingers.
They murmured words of love as they moved into each other's arms , the dissapating heat of the ardor suspending them between wakefulness and dreaming. They drifted together in this place that was neither here nor there but was soft and welcoming and calm. They fell asleep.