Perception P6
Every breath hurt. Her lungs grappled with oxygen as if they were pumps with leaky seals, never getting quite enough to where it was needed. Maura inhaled deeply to get past the stutters and stalls that hampered her breathing. She willed her heart to slow to a dull roar, eyes averted from the sprawled, disheveled form on her couch who was, by the looks of her, accruing all kinds of pissed off sparks in her eyes. The scowl on Maura's face accurately portrayed how much she cared about Jane's feelings. Nevertheless, desire eddied throughout her body, almost one hair-trigger away from going off once more. Maura's eyes dropped to Jane as she hunched up on her elbows, unselfconscious about the state of her tangled pants and shirt. The bruised mouth and flushed skin, wild hair and heaving chest were making a mockery of Maura's self-control. Her body coveted Jane's fingers and mouth on her, in her. Just the thought sent twinges to places better off ignored. Shoulders stiff with the effort of withstanding the riot of emotions buffeting her from within, Maura tried to flex them. The movement, however, caused her already taut nipples to harden further against the tight material of her shirt. When their eyes clashed, Maura couldn't control the tremor which overtook her; Jane looked like an angry, retributive adversary just waiting for an opportunity.
On the brink of surrender once again, Maura groaned loudly then took off, intent upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom. She didn't make it. Instead, she was unceremoniously apprehended halfway up the stairs. Jane's hand was ruthless on Maura's bicep, firmly clasping around the muscle then pulling back.
"Oh, no." Jane growled, both hands around Maura's arms. Shoving her up against the wall, Jane's body an impenetrable barrier. "We're not done by a long shot."
Breast to breast, hip to hip, they ground into one another as they struggled to keep their balance on the steps.
"Let me go." Maura's attempt at an authoritative tone wasn't supposed to sound breathless and lustful but of course it did which fueled the indignation. She cleared her throat then said with more assertiveness, "Now."
Jane trapped Maura's wrists against the wall, close to her head. They were staring into each other's eyes, both stubborn and filled with enmity. As if to emphasize her superior position, Jane pushed her pelvic bone between Maura's legs, using one of her thighs to spread Maura's apart.
"You're not getting off so easily, Maura."
The double-entendre, whether purposeful or not, echoed in her head like a garish cartoon villain's laugh. It helped to support the resolve that began to stir to life. A repeat performance was not a possibility she cared to revisit no matter how loudly her blood screamed. The pressure of Jane's weight, the heat of her body warred with Maura's vernal impulse to pull away. As if sensing an advantage, Jane's lips fastened onto the vulnerable skin of Maura's neck and began to suck. The shot of painful arousal to her breasts made Maura helplessly arch her back, seeking more contact. There was not one nerve, blood vessel, nor muscle that didn't fight to get closer to Jane. She was a tightly held snare of need on the verge of being tripped. Jane's mouth slid down to the top of Maura's clavicle as her tongue soothed the marks her teeth left. Overly sensitized, so close to climaxing, Maura's thoughts became jumbled and she temporarily forgot why getting away from Jane was a good idea.
"Not…again." Maura managed to articulate past the constriction of her throat, over the ardency of her breathing.
One of Jane's hands released Maura's and slipped under Maura's shirt, fingers crawling upward, burrowing under a bra cup. When they held a full breast and squeezed, Maura's head banged against the wall as her freed hand wound into dark tresses. Everything throbbed. Maura was white-hot with resentment at her body's explicit betrayal, at her inability to walk away from a situation she knew was destructive. Yet, there she was struggling with her body's mortal cravings and her intellect's rationality. The options were infinite but the dye had been cast too long ago. Maura rubbed her torso against Jane, becoming the aggressor.
"You want to fuck me?" Her voice was understated with a touch of cruelty.
Head snapping up, dark eyes tried to focus, showing the unmistakable signs of raptorial possession. The sight inflamed Maura. She undulated her hips again, salacious and unabashed.
"Yes."
Neither recognizing the change, only dimly aware all was not quite as it once had been, their lips met. Emotions long withheld quickly surged through the cracks of their restraint. Maura grabbed Jane's hand and shoved it down the front of her pants while unbuttoning them with the other. Her mouth roughly recaptured Jane's but abruptly released when Jane's fingers slid slowly and heavily against her clit.
"…jesus…" Maura hissed, thumping the back of her head against the wall as her hips sharply thrust forward.
They kissed in order to take, to vanquish, to express the impotency of their circumstances. It was not a gentle exchange. Love played a part but it was so minuscule, its productivity would chart way below the norm.
"Wider!" Jane ordered harshly, balancing the back of Maura's bent knee upon her thigh as Maura's other foot stumbled on the edge of a step. Damp and rough, Jane's breaths fell across rubescent skin. Gliding in and out of Maura, her fingers maintained the slow and deep tempo. As tongues collided, strangled whimpers were swallowed. The unhurried pace seeped into Maura's bones, bringing forth memories of another time, free from rancor and gloom, when a tenderness presided amid the passion. Feelings were conjured up like ghosts and they haunted Maura. Her heart began to respond to the insidious invasion, ticking awake. Desperate to keep on course, unwilling to allow emotions to sanitize an angry fuck on the stairs, Maura's brain went on a mission. Naturally, it didn't take long to unearth something appropriate.
"Surely this isn't the best you can do, is it?" The purr was delivered with such eroticism, it took Jane a few heartbeats for the barb to register.
The darkening look on Jane's face would have been comical had the circumstances been so very different. As it was, a jab of conscience momentarily swayed Maura but, then, Jane quickly overcame the initial shock. A formidable determination chiseled her already angular features. She abruptly withdrew her hand from Maura's sagging pants.
"Oh, I think I'll be able to accommodate you." Jane flouted then took Maura's hand, none too gently, and pulled her up the stairs to the bedroom. "Take your pants all the way off and lay on the bed…face down."
The steeliness in her voice rippled up Maura's spine. Caught somewhere between fear and temptation, her movements were sluggish and unsure. Jane didn't suffer from such indecision: she swiftly shucked her own jeans and panties then yanked open the nightstand's drawer. Maura's eyes widened. A visceral thrill discharged throughout her body, reverberating between her legs like thunder off canyon walls. Limbs, once taut with anticipation, leeched strength. Maura sank down on the mattress and felt the heat spiral out of control. Jane was slipping into a harness, the straps fitting snuggly over the crags of her hips. The sound of nylon against nylon, its sibilant noise a promise and a warning, caused Maura to tremble. Gaze affixed to slender hands applying a light coating of lubricant, she couldn't look away, was transfixed by Jane's thorough efficiency. When her eyes finally looked up, they were ensnared by stormy black ones. Swallowing, Maura carefully positioned herself across the bed, mind shutting down by degrees.
Supported by hands and knees, she shook with a mixture of apprehension and expectation. Their one previous time together flashed behind Maura's closed eyelids. She knew this position, had reveled and exalted being taken by Jane in such a manner. Excitement zinged through her bloodstream, everywhere at once but ending up between her legs so concentrated Maura feared for her sanity. Because, all she wanted, needed was for Jane to transform the unbelievable ache into freefalling euphoria. The palms of her hands dug into the softness of the mattress as she subtly arched her back and rocked slightly backward. Jane didn't miss the ruttish signal. Staring at the rumpled comforter, on high alert, Maura's mind dimmed and her base instincts took over. She sensed Jane's approach, the air behind her lightly eddying over the curves of her ass and backs of her thighs. Maura's stomach tightened, every single nerve tingling. A cold sweat broke out on her skin, the faintest of mists. Arm muscles twitching, Maura hung her head and bit her lower lip to keep from protesting out loud. She hoped it would hurt. She hoped it would unravel her. She hoped to once again, under Jane's adroit and percipient administrations, to learn something more about herself.
Jane's fingertips slithered down the tender, exposed lips easily, Maura's wet arousal a natural emollient. Instantly her hips jerked, legs splaying further, a supplication if there ever was one. In the faint light, the muscles of Maura's back flexed and eased under burnished tanned skin. When Jane's fingers began leisurely circling her clit, a raspy gasp escaped Maura. She felt the blood swell in her tender labia to showcase a gluttonous passage. A nameless, intense emptiness grew in Maura's sex when the tip of the dildo skimmed along the sensitive, slick skin, nudging but not entering.
Over and over the phallic tip teased and mocked as sweat erupted across Maura's lower back. She rocked back and forth, legs quivering while Jane's fingers exacted a steady pace. Little good it did to contort herself but Maura, driven by a need so profound, did so anyway, arching and twisting, contact always just slightly out of reach. Frustration mounted. Pools of sweat gathered behind her knees until rivulets emerged, racing down the backs of her calves.
"…fuuuuuuck…" Maura beseeched, delirious and incensed.
Jane's hand abandoned Maura's tumid clit and grasped a hip, guiding it backward. She took her time, hovering over swollen flesh even as it heaved and contracted, completely in control.
"…I swear to fuck—" The rest of Maura's threat died in her throat as she felt the first slow push penetrate.
Ass in the air, elbows on the mattress, Maura could do little else but wait and anticipate. Motionless and weak, she felt every millimeter of advancement, the press and girth, suppressing the urge to hurry, to slam herself backward. The torture was so tightly woven, so skillfully dealt, the first twinge of orgasm stirred. Her lungs emptied as finally, mercifully, Jane's movement ceased. One of Jane's hot palms smoothed over the plane of Maura's hip, fingers digging just below the bone. Her other hand snaked around Maura's waist, fingers reuniting with the hard clit. Hips still but fingers busy, Jane leaned forward, raking her nails down Maura's thigh.
"…oh god…please-please…"
"Easy, baby, easy."
Jane's directive, cloaked in soothing tones, uncapped the well of Maura's frustration. As if sensing she was on the brink of losing it, Jane calmly rocked her hips, the rhythm methodical. Her fingers, however, were firm and fast, at odds with her hips, the contrast so gut-wrenching, Maura felt her body tighten, everything focused upon Jane's manipulations. Grunting with their labors, bodies taut and glistening, they held off the instinct to rush. When Jane jilted the rocking and replaced it with a slow glide of in and out, it took everything in Maura not to actively take control. Maura's vaginal muscles opened with each long thrust then squeezed in ownership upon the withdrawal. Overly sensitized, Maura arched and flexed, lowered and rose. Her participation was more intrinsic then experienced. Jane eased in and out of Maura, her hands bracing then pulling, soothing then inciting. Whenever Maura attempted to gain control and take what her body demanded, Jane was there to thwart any and all endeavors. On the cusp of cruelty, Jane's drawn out provocation was a delicate balance between immediate and prolonged gratification. Maura fucking loved it.
"…god, I can't…please…"
"Jesus, Maura…all I want…to do…is bury…myself...in you."
Jane's hips flexed in a circular motion when her pelvis sank into the softness of Maura's ass.
"….oh god…"
Something about Maura's last occluded utterance, perhaps the plaintive vulnerability or threadbare composure breaking free from a constricted throat, snapped the last, bedraggled chord tethering Jane's control. Immediately her hands strongly held Maura as she began pumping at a pace Maura clearly could not match. She wasn't meant to. She was meant to take it. Face buried in the soft folds of the comforter, Maura extended her arms, hands taking hold of the bedspread. The slap of skin and the hoarse cries from dry throats invaded Maura's ears, a soundtrack of sex.
"…jesus…oooooh, fuuuuck…yes…" Maura lowly keened, fisting the comforter as she pushed back, leaning on her elbows, pendulous breasts swinging with every plunge. Finally, finally the pent up energy of delayed satisfaction had an outlet and although she couldn't match Jane's frenzied thrusts, Maura luxuriated it receiving them.
Suddenly Jane's voice was just inches from her ear when she hissed, each word punctuated with a surge of her hips, "You're mine."
Crying out, Maura's body seized, muscles clamping down, the momentum entirely cumulating in the swollen, wet creases. Invisible fireworks lit up her nerve endings, the ache tamed by the iridescence of a shattering orgasm. No longer able to support herself, Maura collapsed, inner muscles still greedily absorbing the dildo's impact. Jane continued through the throes of Maura's orgasm on the crest of her own, nails biting into Maura's shoulders. The silicon phallus still entombed within Maura's pulsating sheath, Jane lurched one last time, choked sounds emitting from her closed mouth. She settled more heavily upon Maura, exhausted and sated, body quaking and slippery from an inordinate amount of perspiration and fluid. They laid like that for a time, basking and reeling.
Maura's body jerked awake, eyes blinking open in dazed surprise. Sweat cooled on her arms and parts of her legs but her back and buttocks were heated and drenched. Tentatively she shifted, her eyes fluttering closed when it all came back to her and she realized the dildo hadn't been removed. She trembled all over again then stretched. The slight movement caused her vaginal walls to lightly spasm around the priapic object lodged within her. A very feminine, satisfied smile creased her face just as soft lips nibbled across her shoulder blade.
"Again…" the deep whisper drifted over her neck and ear, seductive and persuasive. "…on your back…"
When the space between them increased and the circulating air hit her skin, clarity returned, its arrival grievous and belated. Jane was solicitously retracting her weight and the dildo, arms quivering with exhausted effort. The beat of Maura's heart, even now strong and fast, catapulted into the red zone when fears rushed in. It had happened again and not on her terms in spite of how well she orchestrated getting them there. Maura felt the undercurrent, the profound change taking root inside of her. It was supposed to be about fucking and revenge, to give Jane a sample of what being treated like a conquest entailed. Yet somewhere in the middle, lost in the elasticity of the moment, the superficiality had insidiously been invaded by a far much deeper connection. Maura didn't recognize the change until afterward, spent and prone upon her mattress with Jane's weight pressed into her. Being Jane's 'notch', again, when there were underlining feelings battling to break loose, was enough to reawaken Maura's wrath.
Rebellion was inevitable given the circumstances, given the particular journey that led them to the place they landed: nowhere. Throughout those long months Maura had struggled to demarcate her interaction with Jane, never responding to anything personal and always maintaining a composed demeanor. Such exertion should have been enough, perhaps would have been had Jane gracefully bowed out. Instead, Jane persisted, nearly harassed Maura. The chemistry between them persevered no matter what obstructions Maura erected. At the moment, it was too much to digest.
"No." The one word was pronounced clearly, coldly.
Maura moved, forcing her recalcitrant limbs to obey. There wasn't a muscle that didn't require some form of coercion. Jane was standing next to the bed, hair tousled and nipples erect. Maura couldn't help but inwardly react to the sight of a post-sex Jane. Ruthlessly, she severed the frisson desire before it travelled to more receptive places in her body. In one fluid movement, Maura was off the bed and retrieving her pants from the floor.
"What are you doing, Maura?"
Wiggling into the jeans and looking over her shoulder, Maura replied, "I had a really good time, Jane, but now it's over and I have things to do."
Eyes narrowing, Jane whipped off the harness and tossed it on the bed. Maura turned away from the unencumbered sight of tantalizing curves. She walked over to the dresser and plucked a hair band from a small dish. Turning back as she weaved her hair through to make a ponytail, Maura schooled her features into what she hoped was a neutral expression. Jane, on the other hand, was telegraphing her pain and bewilderment in such an unguarded way, Maura momentarily grappled with her conscience. She watched the pulse beat in Jane's jugular, its stark outline visible from the distance separating them and noted how her breasts rose with each hard breath. When their eyes met, Maura had to turn away. The pain was overwhelming.
"Maura…please…don't." Jane's words were mournful and purled with unshed tears. Black eyes shone in the lamplight like dew during a sunrise. "I'm asking you—"
"It was just sex, remember? I'm not going through this whole roller-coaster ride with you again, understand? Obviously, we have sexual chemistry but I'm not going to forget what happened between us before."
Jane took a few steps forward but hesitated. "Don't do this."
Cold anger infiltrated Maura's entire body. "What the fuck do you want? I mean, Jesus Christ, Jane, the first time you acted like I was some stranger you picked up and now you're on the verge of tears!"
Instantly Jane's face turned to stone. Without a word, she picked up her clothes and began dressing. Maura watched, unable to look away, wanting inexplicably to take back the words. Jane's movements were stiff but exact. The clothes went on almost as quickly as they had been discarded. No longer vulnerable, Jane walked up to Maura.
"If you weren't in such a hurry to show me how much you don't give a shit, I would have told you." And just as suddenly, the anger in Jane's eyes subsided, a deep sorrow taking its place. "If this is how I made you feel…I…" Tears spilled unabashed down her face, her voice strained. "…I am…so sorry, Maura."
Jane, hands clenched at her sides, pivoted then slowly walked out. Maura didn't follow her.