Without breaking eye contact, Jane brought her whiskey glass to her lips and drained the contents. Still keeping her eyes glued to Maura she slowly placed the glass on the coffee table in front of her. She lay back, adjusting her hips slightly further forward on the couch. She placed both her feet on the coffee table. Under normal circumstances this would elicit a reprimand from Maura.
Jane spread her legs and unbuttoned her trousers.
She saw Maura's eyes glance down to her hands.
She slowly slid her hand into her underwear.
A jolt of excitement shot through her as she saw Maura bite her lip.
She was so wet. She dipped her middle finger in deep letting a small gasp escape her lips, which evoked an echo from Maura. Jane began, gingerly at first to touch herself, getting equal pleasure from the feeling of her cool fingers on her warm flesh as from watching Maura's reaction.
Maura's eyes darted between Jane's face and where Jane's hands were buried in her trousers.
Then, gradually Jane's perception changed. Her focus turned form Maura to the her body's growing need. She did not want this feeling of having Maura's full focus, the intimacy of the moment, to end. But, eventually, reluctantly she quickened the pace of her caresses. Her breathing became laboured and her heart pounded in her chest. She was teetering on the edge of the most unbelievable orgasm she could have imagined. This was not quite how she had envisaged her first sexual experience with Maura. But that was Maura – never predictable.
As if Maura was giving her permission, she nodded ever so slightly. Then, Maura surprised Jane by leaning forward and placing a cool palm on the warm exposed flesh of Jane's abdomen between her pubis and her navel. That gentle, cool, touch was more than Jane could bear. She exploded into orgasm that wracked her body.