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Just as I was climbing out of the shower and wrapping a towel tightly around my body, my doorbell rang. Maura. I smiled to myself.
No longer caring about being modest, I left my wet hair down around my shoulders, some water dripping onto the floor, other droplets running down my chest and back into the towel wrapped snug around my body. Quickly I made my way through the apartment to answer the door. I glanced through the peephole just to be safe, but of course there was Maura on the other side, purse on one arm and a cloth grocery bag on the other. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
I turned the deadbolt lock, slid open the slide lock, then pulled open the door. "Hi," I greeted softly.
For a brief moment, Maura took a step toward me to enter my apartment and then froze in place. "Y-You're in a towel," she stuttered.
I quirked up an eyebrow at her obvious behavior. "Yeah, I just got out of the shower."
Still she stood there, frozen in place, looking me up and down. Finally her eyes came to rest at my feet. "You're dripping water onto the floor."
I glanced down at the floor below me. "Yep."
Suddenly Google-mouth Maura was back. "That's highly unsafe. Either you or I might slip on the water and fall. Why don't you stand here while I grab a towel to clean up?" She sprang into action, stepping around me into the apartment and quickly setting her purse and cloth grocery bag down on my sofa.
Laughter bubbled up inside me, but I bit my lip, fighting back the urge to let it out. I closed the door and simply stood there, facing my living room. Curiosity had gotten the better of me and I really wanted to know how things would proceed after Maura cleaned up the water sprinkled on the floor at my feet.
Moments later, she returned, towel in hand. I watched her as she dropped down, knees bent and close together, then wiped the floor with her right hand. I'd seen her in this position many times at crime scenes and it always amazed me how she managed to maintain her balance in such a position on her high heels.
Before she stood, she glanced up at me and I stayed still, looking down at her, my left arm holding my towel tight around my chest.
"Your towel is," she paused, still maintaining eye contact, before swallowing hard. "Rather short."
"Is it?" I asked softly. "Or maybe my legs are just really long?"
The next thing I knew, I felt her small hand on the back of my ankle. A very light touch. Slowly it moved up over my calf, behind my knee, up the back of my thigh. Her hand flattened halfway up my thigh, just below the edge of my towel, and stayed there.
"I still can't believe," she whispered, "how defined your body is. It's remarkable."
"Well, ya know, I work out a lot. And sometimes you drag me to yoga." My tone was teasing, trying to get a rise out of her.
Her eyes immediately shot up to meet mine. "I do not drag you to yoga, Jane," she told me, her brow furrowed. When she saw my smile, her face relaxed, understanding that I was, in fact, teasing her. A strange expression then flashed over her features, but it was gone before I could place exactly what it was.
With no further word, I felt her hand slide up higher on my thigh and our eyes stayed connected as it finally stopped at the start of the curve of my ass. Her touch stoked the arousal I still hadn't satisfied during my shower.
"Is this why you called me to come over?" Her words were soft, but I detected a hint of hope in her tone.
"So that you could grope me?" I joked, trying to diffuse the sudden tension that had spread through the room. "Not exactly what I was going for, but..."
"But what?" Maura asked quietly.
"But far be it from me to stop you," I told her breathily. Despite how nervous I was beginning to feel, I tried to remind myself that it was simply Maura, and regardless of how the current circumstances proceeded, she would still love me no matter what.
I watched silently as her eyes roamed over my face and I could tell she was trying desperately to read me.
"Are you sure?" was all she finally said, still peering up at me from her position on the floor.
My response was merely the briefest of nods.
She was silent as she shifted her body weight to allow herself to kneel on the towel at my feet. Looking into my eyes, she slowly brought her hand around my upper thigh, fingers only barely grazing my skin. The towel shifted slightly as her wrist touched it, but neither of us made an attempt to rid me of the material. As her fingers left my leg, they reappeared once more on the inside of my right thigh.
I felt my entire body erupt into goosebumps and a chill trickled down my spine. My breathing had already begun to quicken in anticipation.
Maura's fingers crawled higher and higher, slowly, torturously. Her dilated hazel eyes never left mine and I swallowed nervously.
Finally, finally! Her fingers were touching me and I could feel a moan rising from inside, but I quickly suppressed it, not wanting Maura to know just yet the power she had over me in that very moment.
Her eyes bore into mine as I felt a sole finger slide between what I knew would be abundant wetness, parting my lips and dragging my arousal up to my clit. As Maura's finger pressed down, she slowly moved it side to side, causing me to drop the arm supporting my towel to place my hand on her shoulder. Otherwise, I was certain that my knees would buckle. "Maura," I whispered, fighting to keep my eyes from fluttering closed.
"I've barely touched you," she whispered back, licking her lips slowly. "I cannot believe how aroused you are already."
Suddenly self-conscious, I bit my lip, but words came tumbling out of my mouth regardless. "Last night I was so turned on, but I was too embarrassed to do anything. This morning I woke up and I was so wound up, I thought I was going to explode."
She searched my eyes and face as she slowly slipped her finger down between my lips and teased my entrance. My hips bucked involuntarily against the solitary digit. "What did you do about it, Jane?" she asked quietly, almost knowingly.
"You know what I did, Maura," I growled softly, my grip tightening on her shoulder.
"I want to hear you say it."
I could feel the heat flood my face. She knew how embarrassed talking about sex made me.
Before I could speak, she stood, her hand still between my legs. At eye level, I dropped my hand from her shoulder to hang loosely at my side once more.
"Tell me." Her body was within mere inches from mine.
"I t-touched myself," I whispered. "While I was in the shower."
"Did you think about me?"
"You're all I can think about when I do that." I could hear the husk in my own voice, despite my heart pounding in my chest.
At the sudden predatory look in Maura's eyes, I slowly reached for the tucked in edge of my towel and pulled it free. As if in slow motion, I felt it hang on my body for a moment before finally sliding over my small curves and crumpling to the floor.
The shock that registered on Maura's face was priceless, even though she was trying her best to hide it.
Placing both hands on Maura's hips, I pushed her backwards, stepping over the towels in the process. The movement caused her to remove her hand from between my legs and I moaned at the loss of contact. She stumbled slightly at first, but as we continued down the hallway toward the bedroom, her backward steps easily became steadier. I didn't stop moving until we were standing at the foot of my bed. The backs of her thighs, just above her knees, were nearly pressed against it.
I smoothed my hands up her hips to the waistband of her skirt. Quickly I pulled her silky blouse from its confines and she looked down to her breasts as she lifted her hands to them, smoothly unbuttoning the expensive material before I could yank it open. I made quick work of the zipper and tiny clasp of her skirt at her side, pushing the no longer wanted fabric down over her sweet hips and thighs. Dutifully she stepped out of it.
As she shrugged off her blouse and laid it gently on the end of the bed beside her, she placed her hands on my shoulders, spun me around, and pushed me down into a sitting position at the foot of the bed.
"Maura," I said quietly.
"Don't talk," she whispered. "Just let me touch you. Let me show you how phenomenal sex is supposed to feel."
"I'm nervous," I confessed.
"That's okay," she soothed. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
"You're already making me feel more than anyone who's ever touched me," I whispered.
"Then you're definitely going to enjoy what I plan to do to you right now."
My nervousness increased. "And what exactly is that?"
Without a word, Maura knelt on the floor in front of me and placed her hands gently on the inside of my knees. Looking up at me, she slowly pushed my legs open, revealing my very wet center for her to see. "Scoot closer to the edge, but don't lay back all the way. I want you to watch me."
Bracing myself on my hands behind me, my elbows locked as I moved the few inches closer to the edge of my bed.
At the first swipe of her tongue against me, my hips lifted involuntarily against her mouth. My eyes fluttered shut as I released a harsh breath. "Maur," I gasped. "Shit!' Her tongue continued to flutter over my clit slowly and I couldn't help but tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head against me. I opened my eyes to find hers closed, clearly focused on the task at hand. I watched as she moved her mouth and tongue against me, even more turned on than before. "You're so good at this," I found myself whispering. "Fuck, so good." Moaning, I propped myself up on both arms again as I dropped my head back, eyes closing as I felt the very beginning of my orgasm slowly building low inside.
Suddenly a finger moved through my arousal, then two, teasing my entrance, circling ever so slowly. I bucked my hips against Maura's fingers, desperately trying to get her to slip them inside. "Please," I gasped.
As requested, Maura slid her fingers inside, tongue still moving over and over my clit. After several moments, she curled her fingers upwards, causing me to gasp at the incredible sensation it created in my lower abdomen. Forcing myself to keep looking, I opened my eyes and lifted my head. The look of Maura's golden curls between my legs was intoxicating. The feel of her tongue against me, when it normally curled around words as she spoke them, bringing me the utmost pleasure - it was too much. With a few more grinds against her mouth and fingers, I felt myself quickly coming undone.
"Fuck!" I cried out, collapsing completely to the bed as she flicked her tongue over my clit, curled her fingers inside. My hips seemed to move against her mouth of their own volition, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure Maura was willing to give me.
She continued curling her fingers inside me slowly. Her tongue moved gently over my clit and just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, I felt another orgasm building inside. "Oh god," I panted. "Fuck...how...ohhhh."
Not even a minute later, another orgasm washed over me, leaving me shaking and twitching periodically as I laid on the bed, breathing hard.
Soft, warm lips placed kisses against my inner thighs, along my hip, up my stomach, as Maura slowly climbed on top of me. Her mouth moved lightly over my left breast, finally sucking the nipple into her mouth. Her kisses then proceeded up my chest and neck until her lips met mine in a gentle, slow kiss. "I love you," she whispered against my lips.
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.
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