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New chapter. Different circumstance.
The end of another night spent socializing with common friends and family members finds Jane, head in hands, sitting on the edge of the side of Maura's bed, in her pajamas. She runs through memories from the preceding hours: legs touching, just slightly, underneath a booth; eyes holding undivided attention throughout conversations with and among others; pinkies brushing against each other on the middle seat during the cab ride back to Maura's. At this juncture, these occurrences are routine, and Jane continues to try to convince herself that they mean the same thing to Maura, as they do to her. The building crest of emotion and desire transforms when she sees the light from the bathroom door, move across the floor. The air in the room stirs, spurring a wave of unrest throughout every muscle in her body.
Maura moves through the light, pausing in the doorway for a moment. Resting her weight on one foot, the other wrapped around the back of the opposite ankle, she watches Jane sitting nervously on the bed. She smiles to herself, and releases some of her nerves, with a quick, willful shake of her head. The strong, white light from the bathroom outlines her petite frame, wrapped in a mid-thigh length, purple silk robe. Jane's shaky hands move hurriedly from the crown of her head, to the end of long curly hairs, as she lifts her head to face the now open door. Maura allows their eyes to meet for a split second, before she shifts her weight back to both feet, side steps to the light switch, and flicks off the bathroom light. After closing the bathroom door, she walks into the bedroom.
The only light in the room is from a small lamp, sitting on a nightstand on the far side of the bed. It doesn't provide much light, but casts long shadows throughout the room.
Maura takes gentle, yet purposeful steps toward Jane, and the trembling in Jane's hands magnifies and travels throughout her entire body. Attempting to quell the now physically demonstrative nerves, Jane clears her throat and shifts her weight to her hands on her thighs. She looks back down to the floor, where Maura's feet are now positioned between her own.
"Jane." A reticent, almost whispered voice, utters. "Jane." Maura insists again-this time moving her right hand to the left side of Jane's face, where it gently tucks long black hairs behind Jane's ear. Jane's breathing is slow and loud, and when she finally lifts her head, her eyes are full of an intense combination of provocation and fear. Maura is simultaneously taken aback and aroused, and knows that this moment can end like so many moments before-with the two of them saying good night, crawling into to bed, and awkwardly forcing their minds and bodies to sleep amidst extreme waves of desire. She is exhausted with this outcome though, and every part of her is aching to change it.
She takes a step backwards, pulls at the belt of her robe, and swiftly slips it off. Jane is frozen in the presence of Maura's now completely naked body. Her eyes dart to the floor and once again focus on Maura's feet. She wants nothing more than to allow her gaze to comb over every inch of Maura's smooth and soft body, but her brain and body are misfiring. The only sound of heavy, shaky breathing, now fills the room.
Maura's voice releases her from her paralysis—pleading with her-urging her to give in. "Jane, please." Those two words, an expression of so much more than a momentary command. And it is the extent of their significance that prompts Jane into motion.
Her eyes now rake over Maura's entire body; now it is Maura that is shaking. Maura is both resolute and bashful. Her nipples are stiff; the outer lips of her pussy are noticeably moist. Goosebumps have risen along the plains of her creamy skin and a deep flush has invaded her chest and neck. She wills herself to remain still, keeping her open palms resting on the outside of her thighs, the index finger of her right hand gently tapping.
When Jane's eyes meet Maura's, Jane is consoled by the reassurance they offer. "Maura...I." Her voice is caught deep in her throat. "You're...stunning." Honest eyes hold Maura's, and a labored and nervous giggle erupts from Maura's throat.
Bending forward, Maura brings her right hand to Jane's face, and runs the pad of her thumb along Jane's slightly parted lips. Her face within centimeter of Jane's, she whispers, "You, Jane, are exquisite." Pulling back a few inches, her eyes lock with Jane's, before they both move into a tentative kiss. Jane is positive that if she weren't sitting, she would be on the floor-a pile of limbs, completely powerless. She hasn't even touched Maura and she is already soaking wet, and her nipples are threatening to rip through the thin layer of her shirt.
Their kiss gets more heated, and both women start to take deep breaths and make small sounds. Jane brings her hands around to cup Maura's ass. "Fuck." She squeezes both cheeks, loosens her grip and slides her hands to Maura's hips.
An electrified shiver tears through Maura at the contact, forcing her to stand up straight and step back. Grabbing Jane by her shirt, she pulls her up to a standing position. "I want to see you, too, Jane." Jane smirks and raises an eyebrow as Maura grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it over her head. Maura openly stares at every inch of Jane that is now exposed. "Yesssss." Bending at the knees, she yanks down Jane's shorts and panties, pausing briefly to help Jane step out of them. Her hands glide slowly up the sides, and then backs of Jane's long, thin legs. She shifts to her knees, so she is in direct line with Jane's center.
"Oh, Jane" is all she can mumble as she grips Jane's thighs and leans forward to place a soft kiss on the small patch on hair between Jane's legs. Maura takes in a heavy breath.
Overwhelmed by the intimacy of the gesture, Jane begins to stumble backward, but Maura braces her with her grasp on her legs. "Jesus, Maur. Uhhmmph"
Maura stands and flashes Jane a determined smile. She pushes Jane with her hand-moving Jane back onto the mattress, into a seated position. "I want you." Maura pauses for a moment, waiting for Jane to give her a final confirmation.
"But, I want to touch YOU." Jane pouts and then reaches out, cups both of Maura's breasts and squeezes them, not so lightly.
Maura cannot help but throw her head back and moan. Determined not to lose her control over this moment, she fights back the desire to straddle Jane and beg her to fuck her. She grabs Jane's wrists and pulls her hands away from her breasts. Jane relents, but not before pinching and pulling Maura's rock hard nipples, as she disengages. Maura hisses and continues, "I have wanted to touch and taste you for a very long time. Let me." She leans forward, kisses Jane with a lot of force, and a lot of tongue. When she pulls back, Jane nods and Maura cannot help the enormous smile that stretches across her face.
As Jane moves backwards on the bed, Maura crawls on top of her-her prowess growing with every moment. Nudging Jane onto her back, she moves to straddle one of her legs. Jane can now feel how wet Maura is and a magnetic pull toward Maura's body overwhelms her. "Maura...please, just let me touch you." She moves to sit up, but Maura quickly grab hers wrists and pushes them into the mattress.
"You will get to play later. Right now, I want to taste you." Jane just stares blankly at Maura's face, as if the arousal coursing through her body has drained her brain of proper functionality. "Is that okay, Jane?"
The combination of Maura's quiet, sultry voice and her confident tone transmits a torrent of need through Jane, and she is astonished that she is even able to stammer, "Yes." Maura hears Jane's reply, but has already begun to devour Jane. Moving from her neck, to her clavicle, she hums in pleasure.
"Oh, god" Jane mutters, as Maura's licking and sucking become more aggressive.
"Mmmm...yes, Jane." Teasingly, Maura kisses each nipple before sucking one and then the other into her mouth. She spends an extended amount of time on each, rolling the nipple in her mouth, while kneading the other breast in her hand-pulling, tweaking and tugging. Jane cannot control her squirming, and grabs Maura's head to try to center herself.
Pulling back, Maura looks up at Jane, and grins. The naughty smile she receives in response re-ignites her need to kiss Jane and she heaves forward. They kiss recklessly for several minutes-grinding against each other. Their naked bodies on fire-both of them, searing with hunger.
Abruptly, Maura slides down Jane's body, and settles between her legs. She begins to nip and lick inner thighs, and run a thumb up Jane's drenched slit, parting her. Jane tenses, at first, but calms when Maura moves her hand from Jane's core and presses it between Jane's navel and pubic bone. She makes eye contact, and reiterates, "You are absolutely exquisite, Jane." Her voice is so sincere, that tears begin to fill Jane's eyes.
The reprieve is short lived, though, because suddenly, Maura runs her flattened tongue from Jane's opening to her clit at an agonizingly gradual pace. She continues to deliver long, raw strokes, and Jane's hips cannot be stopped from canting up.
Her licking becomes more focused, as she moves her tongue in quick, short flicks. Gently, she moves one hand to Jane's opening and the other to one of Jane's clenched fists. She grabs Jane's hand, waits for it to unclench and then intertwines their fingers. A rush of emotion forces moans from both of them.
Grunting and bucking her hips against Maura's open mouth, Jane is on the precipice. Her quivers become exponentially stronger. Maura pushes two fingers into Jane, just enough to apply pressure. Eagerly, she begins to alternate begins circling Jane's clit and sucking it into her mouth.
"Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Jane arches off of the bed and screams, "Fucccccckkkkk!" Maura does not relent, and licks Jane roughly through her orgasm.
"Oh god. I can't anymore. Please, Maur." Maura kisses Jane's pussy one last time and then pulls her face back a few inches. She presses her chest against Jane's center and drags her chest through Jane's wetness. As she continues, she moves so one of her hardened nipples runs up through the seemingly endless moisture. Then her stomach, and finally, her pubic bone. Still extremely sensitive, Jane groans. She doesn't try to stop her though, because it is the most erotic thing she has ever seen or felt.
Once they are face to face, Maura lies flat on top of Jane and kisses her sweetly. Jane whimpers between kisses, "You are incredible, and so, so sexy."
Maura melts into Jane's body, and brushes her lips against Jane's cheek. "Hmmmmm. And you are positively delectable."