Please see Ch 1 for disclaimers… lots and lots of disclaimers…
Maura turned to look over her shoulder at Jane as she unlocked the door and whatever charade of control ended at that moment. Jane's lips offered no chance for hesitation as the front door hit the inside wall from the force of Maura's body stumbling against it.
Maura's stomach clenched at the assault, her hand coming up to grasp at Jane's face, to pull her closer, deeper into the kiss before moving to tangle in her hair. When she tried to use it for leverage to reverse their positions, Jane's opposing hand shot up and grasped her shoulder, pinning her for a moment before sliding her other hand along her arm until she found Maura's wrist and pulled her hand out of her hair, pinning it lightly against the wall, the action bringing them breast to breast.
Jane's voice was low and the command spoken as she continued to consume Maura, mapping out the contours of her lips, the heat of her tongue. "I don't think so." She released Maura's wrist and brought her other hand up, allowing palms to meet, entwining their fingers. "You've been running this show all night. My turn."
One of Maura's ammonites toppled off its stand on the hallway table when her hand reflexively slide to the side for balance as Jane's teeth grazed the side of her neck, the slow, measured nips a startling contrast to the sheer escalating craving each bite caused.
When Jane's hands grasped her hips and dragged both thumbs in firm upward strokes, Maura breath hissed out and she felt her legs sway. She pushed the other two fossils away and Jane picked up on her cue, pushing her up and onto the table, her dress to riding up on her thighs.
Towering over Maura, watching her breathing heavily through swollen lips, Jane slid her hands from her knees to where the newly exposed skin of her thighs met the hem, feeling the trembling. "God I love this dress."Any reply Maura might have made was lost as Jane continued to consume the last of Maura's rational thought with hands that whispered a promise along the inside of her thighs.
When fingers touched the top of her zipper at her side, all movement stopped. Maura felt the question and covered Jane's hand with her own, feeling their trembling combine as she helped undo her dress.
She struggled to her feet and let it drop to the floor before stepping into Jane, her hands running under Jane's top, caressing, smoothing along her ribs and sides before resting at her waistband, waiting. "Jane."
To Jane her name came out sounding like part question and part benediction. They were slowly moving together, step by step.
She nodded against Maura's cheek, her lips kissing her forehead, down to her cheek before sucking lightly on her earlobe. The resulting groan ripped along Jane's spine as deft hands pushed her pants and underwear down before Jane quietly stopped her.
Jane reached down, sliding her own shoes and pants off, stroking the calves in front of her. Her lips brushed Maura's kneecaps before kissing one thigh and then the other as thumbs hooked onto embroidered red silk and pulled it off. Maura was unmistakably quivering under Jane's lips as she traced her way back up her torso and removed her bra. Jane rested her hand reverently between her breasts, gorgeous.
Maura fingered the bottom edge of Jane's top, losing herself in twin obsidian pools as she stripped it off. Eyes devouring every beautiful detail as she bit her bottom lip. She could feel her hands flex with the longing to touch. Surrendering to Jane's lead was torture.
The first touch of skin on skin consumed them both, a tangle of arms and legs, moving wall to wall down the hall to the bedroom. Maura's flailing arm knocked one of the African tribal masks off the wall as Jane mouth went from teasing to drawing her nipple in and against teeth.
Maura's desperate pleas inspired Jane to stroke a hand down her stomach, kneading the juncture of her thigh as legs trembled in time to soft whimpers, one leg snaking around Jane's hip, her request unmistakable.
Jane drew the backs of her fingers up and down through wet heat, teasing lightly, unable to stop herself from pushing a finger in, surprised when she felt Maura's knees start give and she carefully lowered them to the floor. One strong hand grabbed her wrist as they hit the carpet.
"Fuck Jane, don't you dare stop"
She studied Maura's face, watching her as she added a second and then third finger, moving gently testing the constraint, wanting to brand her touch so deep that it would be impossible to remove.
Maura's breathing came in light pants, her spine flexed, drawing Jane in as encouraging fingers clutched her back unconsciously over and over. Whimpers bloomed to soft cries as the pace mounted and Maura's heels rubbed along her thighs.
Jane could feel the wave starting, could feel the pressure around her fingers growing, the slide of their bodies now frantic. Maura's gaze was limitless and almost unbearable and Jane felt something resolute settle. No matter what happened in life this was the one place she belonged.
Maura felt her thighs vibrating uncontrollably, the intensity in her body alarming her. She closed her eyes as she grappled for some measure of self control, wanting to withdraw some part of her. It was too much. It was all just too much.
The pad of Jane's thumb started soft circles and patterns on her clit and her breath struggled with a sob. A gentle hand stroked her cheek, the touch familiar and safe. Maura found herself looking into Jane's gaze and she was anchored by tenderness. A gentle twisting of Jane's wrist let fingertips hit upward and she came undone.