Third chapter dears. And I thought this was gonna be a oneshot!
Sherlock's skin was so soft, her touch gentle. And Jane couldn't get enough of her. Right then, Jane was in between Sherlock's legs, shirtless, and kissing her feverishly while her hands ran up and down Sherlock's entirely naked sides. Sherlock moaned and pressed eagerly up into Jane's sweet, hot, warmth. Jane groaned and pulled back to say,
"Why are you so damned tempting?" Sherlock gasped and didn't answer, just pushed her hips up into Jane's.
"Doesn't matter," Sherlock's voice was roughened with lust, "Just fuck me." Jane suddenly drew back. Sherlock looked at her in some surprise, What is she doing?
"I-" Jane stopped, her cheeks reddening "I never-" She stopped again and Sherlock got it. She smiled at Jane, surprisingly gently, kissed her softly, and said,
"It's okay love." Sherlock flipped them over carefully, "Just let me take care of it." Sherlock started at the junction of Jane's jaw and her neck leaving a trail of soft, teasing, butterfly kisses from the blonde's neck all the way to her waist. Sherlock paused just above Jane's waistband, looking up at her girlfriend questioningly. Jane gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, twisting her hands into the sheets.
Sherlock still took her time though. Teasing Jane first. Running her tongue along the oversensitive skin just over her pants line. Sucking a hickey into the skin on Jane's hip and taking the time to dip her tongue into Jane's bellybutton. She continued this absolute torture until Jane gasped out a labored,
"Pl-please!" Sherlock grinned and then, in one swift movement, pulled Jane's jeans off. Sherlock raised an eyebrow,
"Seriously Jane?" Jane blushed and looked away from Sherlock.
"Shut up." Jane muttered, "They were on sale." Sherlock shook her head and turned her attention back to the hot pink, heart patterned boxers that her girlfriend was wearing. Those came off in a motion quite similar to the one that had left Jane bereft of her pants. Jane shivers and reaches out to run a hand through Sherlock's damp, dark hair. Sherlock gives her a sweet smile before leaning down and tonguing Jane's clit.
Jane arched up, moaning. Finally some contact! Sherlock grinned at Jane's somewhat excessive reaction. If there had been any doubt that Jane was a virgin before, it was gone now.
Sherlock decided to up the ante by bringing her fingers into the fray. Jane groaned when she felt the tip of one of Sherlock's long, thin fingers slipping into Jane's vagina, tenderly rubbing, pressing, caressing, feeling, all the while her tongue continues to stimulate Jane's clitoris. Jane moaned. A long, breathy, arousing sort of moan. It made Sherlock want her even more.
So she added another finger. Jane gasped and managed to speak enough to say, "Sherlock! Damn woman. I can take more than that!" Sherlock pulled away and asked,
"Can you?" She was genuinely curious, Jane was after all, otherwise a virgin. Jane got this look on her face. One that said, I-am-going-to-fucking-kill-you-if-we-don't-have-actual-sex-now. Sherlock decided that she liked that look. That look is in fact still her favorite to see even today.
Because that look leads to some very erotic events. Events like Jane flipping Sherlock onto her back and pinning her wrists to the sheets. And then Jane handcuffing her to the bed. And then, oh and then, forcing Sherlock to take multiple fingers (which was not so much forcing when Sherlock was begging for it), or roughly pulling on Sherlock's nipples until she moans for more.
It seemed. That while Jane was a virgin, she could be goaded into some very, interesting actions.
Whoo! Haha, I'm gonna go try and calm down now. Where's my girlfriend when I need her?