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"Fine. Let's just go with that one." Jane points at the TV, as Maura flips through the movies on demand. After browsing for almost a half an hour and arguing about which movie to watch, they had finally found a movie with which neither of them could find something wrong.
Maura drops her hand holding the remote to her lap, and turns to Jane. "I don't see why you have to get so worked up, Jane. We can keep browsing, or try to find something on regularly scheduled programming."
"No, no. I'm sick of searching. It's Friday, and I want to relax. At this point, I don't care if it sucks."
Cocking an eyebrow, Maura challenges, "I highly doubt that."
Jane pokes Maura in the side, before sitting back. "Just start the movie, Poindexter."
Giggling, Maura rolls her eyes and returns her attention to the TV to purchase the movie.
They settle into their positions on the couch. Jane's body is upright, her weight shifted back into the couch, her feet planted on the floor. Maura's body leans slightly to the left, her weight split between the couch and Jane's right shoulder, her legs curled next to her. Her right arm is crossed over her body, with her hand resting gently on Jane's thigh.
As the first half hour of the movie drags on, both Maura and Jane begin to regret their choice. "Okay. Maybe I do care if it sucks." Jane's sarcastic tone breaks through the reticence.
"Oh, shush." Maura smirks and snuggles further into Jane, no longer caring if her body gives into sleep. Her attention strays from the movie, and she begins to focus on how incredible she feels being so close to Jane. Closing her eyes for a minute, she allows herself to experience the moment on purely visceral level.
Though she is familiar with her physical responses to Jane, lately it had become increasingly more painful to resist the urge to give into them. In fact, her mitigation tactics had all recently evolved. Touching herself lightly while thinking about Jane had evolved into regularly bringing herself to climax herself while mentally playing out full-blown fantasies. Physical contact with Jane that used to result in hardened nipples now resulted in soaked panties. It was becoming unbearable.
Then of course, there was the emotional level-the way Jane made her heart feel so astonishingly full. It had become impossible to imagine her life without the comfort and warmth Jane gave her.
As she sorts through the many reasons she wants Jane, she realizes that in this present moment everything comes down to one feeling: her hand, on fire, on Jane's firm thigh. Her hand is so hot that she is sure she is going to singe the denim of Jane's jeans.
Having been at this juncture many times in the past, Maura is fully aware that if she does not disengage from Jane's touch, the physical symptoms of her titillation will become more and more obvious. No matter how much she coaches herself to remain calm, her body will betray her. She attempts to convince herself that even if Jane does feel the same way, she would never act on it. Internally berating herself, she prepares to withdraw from the magnetic pull of Jane's body, when she feels a faint twitch under her hand; her already fragile composure begins to wane.
Gradually, she moves her hand higher up Jane's thigh. Her heart is thumping in every part of her body, especially her hand that is getting closer and closer to Jane's center. Momentarily pausing, she settles with her hand in limbo, allowing Jane time to protest. When Jane remains perfectly still, Maura moves a few more inches up and inward, before once again creating a lapse for Jane's disapproval. They both keep their eyes forward and continue to watch the screen.
Maura pushes away the panic that has begun to creep in and focuses on the prickling running from her scalp to her toes. Sliding her hand down, she presses against Jane's center, encountering heat. From her fingertips to the heel of her hand, she moves up and down, applying solid pressure. Jane remains still, except for a very slight tilt of her hips that implores Maura to continue. As Maura continues to caress Jane over her jeans, she becomes shaky with excitement.
Maura undoes the button at the top of Jane's jeans, and slowly glides the zipper down. Quickly, yet calmly, she runs her hand between Jane's jeans and panties, rubbing firmly over Jane's mound. She repeats the motion a few times and Jane's breathing becomes heavier. As she watches her hand move in a steady rhythm, the need to feel Jane's skin on hers, begins to dominate her actions. Biting her bottom lip, she gracefully dips in her hand inside of Jane's panties. At this, Jane's ability to remain completely silent dwindles, and a short, breathy groan escapes her lips.
The stickiness coating Jane's pussy rouses an untamed energy inside of Maura, and she starts stroking with more intensity. Her own need continues to rise- her breasts tingle and her core quivers. Varying the length of her motions, she runs her middle finger between wet folds, and then focuses on Jane's hard clit. In response to the increased attention, Jane's legs spread wider, and her hips begin to heave.
Jane's participation encourages Maura and when she finally dares to turn her head, she sees Jane with eyes closed and her head dropped back. Maura kneads methodically, edging Jane toward climax. She wants so badly to push inside of Jane, but her current position and Jane's jeans make it impossible. Unexpectedly, Jane's body seizes up and she whimpers as she cums.
Just as Jane's body begins to settle, Maura promptly removes her hand, steps off the couch and in front of Jane. She grabs the waistband of both Jane's pants and panties, and yanks harshly. Jane lifts her hips and in one brisk movement, her jeans and panties are thrown to the floor. Climbing onto Jane's lap, Maura straddles one of Jane's thighs, while pushing her knee into Jane's center to nudge Jane back further on the couch. A sharp gasp accompanies Jane's movement, and when Maura removes her knee, now smeared with Jane's cum, she rests her weight on Jane's thigh and returns her hand to Jane's pussy.
Remaining motionless, she stares at Jane's face, silently begging Jane to look at her. When Jane's eyes finally lock onto hers, their eye contact smolders. A few moments pass, and they are both pulled further into each other. Maura shifts her weight and smiles before clutching the back of Jane's neck and pulling her into their first kiss. As they disengage from the kiss, Maura pushes two fingers into Jane, groaning at her first contact with Jane's tight warmth, and begins to draw in and out slowly.
They return to fiercely kissing each other, until the sensations in Jane's body fuse, causing her back to tense, pushing her back against the couch. "God, Maura. You feel soooo good." An grin stretches across Maura's face as peers down at Jane.
Trailing her hand down Jane's chest and stomach, she reaches for the bottom of Jane's tank top. She pulls it up just above Jane's breasts, and her breath hitches when she sees Jane's excited nipples. As she licks her lips, she squeezes a breast aggressively. "Mmmmm. Jane. You are so gorgeous." She moves to the other breast, tweaks Jane's nipple and tugs harshly, evoking a voracious hiss from Jane. "And so wet." Maura increases the tempo of her pumping and watches her fingers move in and out of Jane-soaked with Jane's juices. Leaning forward, she drags her tongue up the column of Jane's throat, and moans at the salty taste of Jane's warm skin. "I want to make you cum again and again."
Jane gulps in response to Maura's statement. "Oh, fuck. Just like that, Maur." With both hands, she latches onto Maura's hips and pushes them backward and forward, so Maura can grind against her thigh.
Maura watches Jane's breasts bounce as she rocks her hips at a steady pace. "Yes, Jane." Maura pulls harshly at Jane's nipples, forcing strangled breaths from Jane. She then moves her free hand to Jane's clit and barely skims it before Jane's body reaches its summit of pleasure.
Maura holds in her own release, so she can absorb everything about Jane in this moment: the bones between her breasts pushing against her creamy skin; the muscles along her neck, shoulders and stomach contracting; the perfect line of teeth, digging into her plump bottom lip.
Shuddering as she fights the impending explosion, Maura basks in the spectacle of Jane unfolding under her. Jane continues to twist in gratification, until one final grunt, followed by a rush of thick liquid around Maura's fingers, lets Maura know she submit to her own orgasm. Her hips drive forward and her body jerks-joints and muscles suspending her body in an arc. Her fingers still deep inside of Jane hook forward unintentionally, shooting another surge of bliss through Jane. "Shittttt. Maurrrrraaaaa."
Maura trembles as she comes down, and smoothly pulls out of Jane. She runs her wet fingers from Jane's core, to between Jane's breasts, where she flattens her palm. The smell of Jane's arousal is thick in the air.
Both dazed by their vigorous orgasms, they stare at each other in silence for a few moments, before meeting in a tempestuous kiss. Jane's hands clamp into Maura's hair as their mouths open wide against each other.
Jane cannot touch enough of Maura. As her hands frantically roam Maura's upper body, she growls, "I want you." She pushes the coffee table out of their path with her foot, and uses her weight to get them to the floor.
Now on top of Maura, Jane removes her own shirt, which was still bunched up above her breasts. Maura unbuttons her own pants, and begins to push them down her hips, along with her panties. Jane helps Maura wrench them off, before pulling Maura by her shirt into a seated position and hurriedly removing her shirt and bra.
Sitting on her feet between Maura's legs, Jane gently shoves Maura onto her back, places her hands on Maura's knees, and eagerly pushes them apart. She teasingly runs her fingertips over Maura's opening before slamming into her. Noisily inhaling, Maura throws her head back and releases a throaty moan. As Jane's fingers go faster and harder, Maura places the soles of her feet on top of Jane's thighs, and lifts her lower half off the floor. Bending her legs more, she spreads herself further open. Her hands move to her chest and she cups her own breasts.
Intensifying her thrusts, Jane moves her other hand to play with Maura's straining clit. "Oh my god…Jane."Completely overwhelmed with pleasure, Maura momentarily stops breathing. A euphoric surge rushes through her body and she loses the ability to anchor herself. Her legs give out and her lower body drops back to the floor.
Jane continues to pound into her, rocking her body, boosting her higher and higher. As she cums, Maura grabs Jane's wrist and holds Jane deep inside of her. Her upper body jerks up, bringing her face within centimeters of Jane's. Overcome with passion, Jane pulls Maura by the back of her neck, until their foreheads touch. Maura moans into Jane's mouth, and as she begins to descend, Jane continues to hold her close, placing kisses all over her face, along her jaw, and down her neck.
They collapse into each other-their sweaty bodies, intertwined. Ragged gasps eventually transform into peaceful breaths.
Jane delicately runs her fingers down Maura's back until she comes into contact with fresh rug burn. "Oh. I'm sorry, Maura."
Smiling, Maura nestles into Jane. "It was well worth it." She kisses the underside of Jane's chin, and then rests her head in the crook of Jane's neck. "Jane?"
"Hmmmm?"
"I'm glad the movie sucked."
Jane laughs, tightens her hold on Maura and then kisses the top of her head. "Me too."