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Running up to the door, Jane is shocked she hasn't taken a nose dive. She straightens out her dress, and runs her hands over her head to make sure there are no unruly pieces. While she truly abhors dressing up, the way Maura looks at her when she wears a dress makes it well worth the discomfort. Maura is the only person who has ever made her feel so beautiful and feminine.
She unlocks the door and steps inside to find Maura in a crouched position, fastening a buckle on her very complicated looking shoe. Maura raises her head and slowly rakes her eyes over Jane's body. She doesn't register Jane saying hello, and how she is sorry she was a few minutes late; she just indulges in endless legs, a flat stomach, perky breasts, a prominent collarbone, a long, elegant neck, and then of course, that gorgeous face.
Maura's intense gaze starts to make Jane feel like her skin is going to melt off her bones. Desperately wanting to break the silence, Jane croaks, "Ummm…hello? Maur?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jane. I was just admiring…I'm surprised you're wearing a dress without my forcing you to." Finally wrenching her eyes away, Maura stands up and steps toward Jane. "You look radiant, Jane."
"So do you, Maur, but you always do, so…yeah." Jane means it; she has always been in awe of how well put together Maura is; her ability to pull together perfect ensembles combined with her natural beauty and grace has often left Jane dumbfounded. "I knew tonight was a big thing for you, so I figured it was a dress-worthy occasion."
"Well, thank you." Maura inches her fingers along one of Jane's straps. "This dress looks spectacular on you." After removing her hand, Maura steps back and smiles. "Shall we go, Detective?"
"Yeah. Let's do this." Jane helps Maura into her coat, opens the door, and leads Maura into the autumn night.
After Maura had been recognized for her charitable contributions, it did not take long for Jane to get very bored. Shifting her weight back and forth, she attempts to mentally will time forward to when she and Maura will go back to Maura's, have a night cap and talk until they are too tired to giggle anymore. Besides Maura being honored, the best part of Jane's night so far, is the fact that Maura is wearing a low cut dress. Luckily, the guy standing with them appears to be more interested in himself than the view.
As Jane pulls her eyes from Maura's chest, in an effort to feign interest in his hundredth story about himself, she notices that Maura, who has also lost all interest in his self-aggrandizing story, is once again shamelessly ogling Jane's body.
Jane's movements cease and she looks back at Maura, who has just realized she has been caught staring. They lock eyes and smile at each other. This is where each of them would always prefer to be—sheathed in each other's' attention.
Maura casually tugs at the fabric of her dress, adjusting the bust line, so that it is a little bit lower. Her eyes bounce from Jane's eyes to her own chest, and back to Jane's eyes. She then arches a brow, as if telling Jane to look again-the self-assured look on her face reinforcing the invitation.
Jane's eyes travel back down to Maura's chest, which is being rapidly invaded by a widespread flush. Jane allows herself to get lost in fantasy: yanking Maura's straps down, palming each of her breasts, running her tongue between them before kissing and licking each firm nipple. A tremor runs down Jane's spine and she can feel a wet, oppressive heat gathering between her legs. As she begins to worry that she is staring for too long, she notices that Maura's breathing has intensified and that the bloom of color on her chest is quickly ascending her neck. Jane follows its expansion, until she is once again captured by Maura's intent stare.
A deep voice pulls them from the interaction. "Dr. Isles? Did you hear what I said?" Realizing she has been caught not paying attention, Maura promptly withdraws her eyes from Jane's, reaches for her wine, and takes a long sip.
"Yes. That's fascinating." Somewhat frenziedly, she places her wine glass on the table. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to use the Ladies Room." She looks directly at Jane and then begins walking toward the bathroom.
Still a bit foggy from their intense, non-verbal exchange, Jane takes a few seconds to jump in. "Maur, wait...I'll join you." She leaps and rushes after Maura, but loses her as she weaves through the crowd. When she enters the bathroom, Maura grabs her, spins her around, and slams her against the sink.
Crushing her full body against Jane, Maura pushes her more forcefully against counter. She then steps back, but continues to grasp Jane's hips.
"This dress, Jane." She runs her hands up Jane's waist, and stops when her thumbs threaten to brush the bottom of Jane's breasts. "You are so, so sexy." Maura's voice is uncharacteristically raspy and her tone, uncommonly aggressive. "I'm having a very hard time not touching you in this dress."
Maura's brazen hands are conjuring wave after wave of arousal within Jane. Jane's throat will not relax enough to let her speak, so she remains quiet, keeping her eyes on Maura's, blinking intermittently. Maura maintains her poise throughout the nineteen seconds of silence.
Finally, Jane gulps and speaks softly, "I want you to touch me, Maura." Her eyes rise back to Maura, whose naughty smile only further innervates Jane's already powerful lust. "Please."
Unabashed lust washes over Maura's face and she moves her thumbs back and forth-lightly grazing the undersides of Jane's breasts. "I was planning on kissing you in here, but I don't think our first kiss shouldn't be in a bathroom. Do you agree?"
Jane smiles with a closed mouth. "I think I can live with that, but not for much longer, especially after your little show out there."
"I thought you might like that." Her hands drop to Jane's hands. "Let me take you home, Jane."
As soon as they step inside the house, Maura closes the door and pulls Jane into an unrestrained kiss. Lips, tongues and teeth crash together in a craze. Broad currents of arousal ripple through both women and their wanton thirst is palpable. Dragging her tongue slowly along the roof of Jane's mouth, Maura draws back.
Jane presses her finger tips to her lips, reveling in the tingle left behind by the kiss. "Shit. That was so…so..."
"Fucking amazing?" Maura smirks with a wet, raw mouth.
"Exactly."
Capturing one of Jane's hands, Maura tugs Jane toward the hallway. "Come on…"
Knowing that she definitely wants to see more of dominant Maura, Jane allows Maura to lead her down the hallway. Once in the bedroom, Maura guides Jane toward the bed and pushes her into a seated position. She unzips her own dress, strips it off and tosses it to the side, leaving her in very small, very see-through bra and panties. Jane's mouth flaps open at the view -Maura's taut nipples pressing against the thin, transparent fabric of her bra-her wet pussy lips sticking to the strip of fabric covering her core.
Unable to remove her eyes from Maura's body, Jane gasps when Maura bends forward and kisses her. Before she can kiss back, Maura drops to a squatting position, grabs the fabric of Jane's dress and begins pushing it up Jane's thighs. When Jane's seated position inhibits her progress, Maura raises her eyes to Jane's, and gazes seductively.
Jane lifts slightly, allowing Maura to get her dress to her hips, exposing her very damp panties. Starting at Jane's knees, Maura licks and sucks her way up Jane's thighs, nibbling lightly on the softest patches of skin. When she reaches Jane's center, she inhales deeply through her nose, before closing her mouth over Jane's pussy and sucking through the moist panties. A feverish chill courses through Jane, as she groans. "Fuccckkkk."
"Mmmmm. Jane." As Maura stands up, she pulls Jane with her. Reaching behind Jane, she glides Jane's zipper down and takes a few steps back. "Take off your dress." Eager to continue, Jane hurriedly steps out of her heels and pushes the dress down her body. When she looks back up, Maura is visually examining her body.
"Actually, take everything off." Maura once again locks her stormy eyes with Jane's. "NOW." Desperate for Maura's touch, Jane trembles with anticipation as she undoes her bra and slides her panties down her legs.
Maura's lips curl into a mischievous grin. "You are soooo sexy, Jane." She squeezes both of Jane's breasts, and then pulls harshly at both nipples. Releasing a hoarse breath, Maura drags her nails down Jane's firm stomach before pushing her back onto the bed. Jane slithers backward toward the head of the bed, never losing eye contact with Maura. Propped up on her elbows, she lies still, except for her rising and falling chest. Her tense nipples tighten further as she watches Maura remove her own bra and panties.
After she steps out of her heels, Maura crawls onto the bed-her prowess amplified by her covetous eyes and confident movements. Her forward motion halts once she is between Jane's legs where she kneels and bends fully forward. She kisses the top of Jane's mound, then extends her tongue and runs its tip down, parting Jane's lips. At Jane's entrance, she pauses, dipping her tongue in slightly, then opens her tongue and strokes broadly back up to Jane's clit.
"Oh my god…" Jane drops flat onto her back and buries her hands in her own hair as Maura continues to lick. Jane's hips begin to rise and fall with Maura's motions. Maura opens her mouth wider and laves at Jane's clit with her full tongue. "Shiiiittt, Maura."
Right as Jane is about to explode, Maura enters her with her fingers, causing Jane to scream and writhe. "Fuck!" Maura licks her coarsely through her orgasm, and then pulls her mouth away, continuing to thrust her fingers into Jane.
Sitting back on her heels between Jane's legs, Maura only has to pump a few more times before Jane cums again. "Oh my fucking God, Maura!" Her thrusts lengthen and calm as she moves her body over Jane's and kisses her mouth, her chin, her neck, her collarbone and finally her breasts. She sucks at a nipple and then turns her head and presses her cheek against Jane's breast.
"I want to fuck you with a strap on." She moves her eyes to Jane's eyes.
"Yeah?"
Maura returns to kissing all over Jane's breasts and abs. "Yes. I want to fuck you really hard."
Jane runs her fingers through Maura's hair-her nails scraping at Maura's scalp. "You've already done that."
"I know, but it would be so hot. Of course, only if you feel comfortable enough with..."
Jane's grasp tightens, drawing Maura's eyes back up. "I do. Definitely."
"Yeah?" Maura mimics Jane's earlier cadence.
"Yeah."
"I'll be right back." Maura jumps off the bed and disappears into her closet.
Only a minute later, Maura steps out of the closet wearing a harness, with a dildo in hand. As she approaches the bed, Jane gnaws at her bottom lip and moves forward on the bed. "Damn, Maura. You look so hot like that."
She sits up on her knees at the edge of the bed, takes the dildo from Maura's hand and hurls it to her side. Clutching the sides of the harness, she pulls Maura in and runs her hands over Maura's bare breasts and stomach. Her fingers dip beneath the harness and begin to rub Maura's wet pussy.
Maura's eyelids flutter, as she moans. "Jane. Uh. Jane. It's still my turn to fuck you."
"Just a small break, Maura." She sucks at Maura's neck, and continues to rub. "Pleeeeeassseee."
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Okay." Jane's fingers continue to glide up and down, along Maura's sopping folds. Maura widens her stance and uses Jane's shoulders to maintain her balance.
"Just like that. Yes, Jane. Oh, Fuck." With her free hand, Jane massages one of Maura's breasts, pinching the hardened tip between the knuckles of her index and middle finger. When Maura starts to orgasm, Jane moves her hand to the back of Maura's neck and kisses her through it. Maura grunts and swears into Jane's mouth, but continues to kiss her, until a final swell floods through her body.
"Mmmmmm. Jane. You are in big trouble." Maura shoves Jane hard, sending her onto the bed, on her back, with knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. Once on top of Jane, she grabs the dildo and slips it into the harness. "Spread your legs."
Jane does as requested and Maura lowers her body over Jane's and begins to run the dildo through Jane's juices. "C'mon, Maura..." Maura sinks in about an inch, moving her hips just slightly. As Jane pushes forward, Maura drives the full length of the phallus in, causing Jane to hiss and wheeze.
Maura begins to pump her hips at a faster pace, pushing Jane up and down on the bed. "Ohhhhh..yes, Maura. Oh, shit. Shhhiiittt."
"God, Jane. You look so good. Do you like when I fuck you like this?" Maura drives with even more force.
"Mmmmm. Yes. Ssssooooo much."
"You like when I fuck you hard and deep?"
Jane claws at Maura's back as her hips begin to arch. "Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes."
Maura is forced to slow her movements as Jane's walls tighten around the phallus. "Mmmm. I can feel you starting to come, Jane." She thrusts forcefully against the resistance of Jane's clamping walls.
Jane cums with a shrill screech. "Ahhhhh!"
As Maura pulls out, Jane begins to turn onto her knees. "I want to ride you."
Maura follows Jane's lead, and flips onto her back. "Yes, Jane. Do it."
Lowering herself onto the dildo, Jane rocks her hips back and forth. "Mmmmm."
Placing her hands on Maura's breasts, she begins to knead with force. "Fuck, Maura." She thrusts her hips forward and back and hums in pleasure.
The friction of the harness against Maura's sensitive clit in conjunction with the Jane's erotic display of need begin to build her up. "Yes, Jane." Noticing Maura's quivers, Jane bends forward, pressing her upper body against Maura. She then drives her hips in short, hard motions, bringing Maura to climax.
Returning to a seated position, Jane pants as she begins to move up and down on the phallus. Maura watches Jane plunge the dildo in and out of herself and cannot help but grab Jane's bouncing breasts. "Oh, Jane, you look so hot like that." Jane's abs are flexed and she is covered in a sheen of sweat.
"This feels so...mmmm...so fucking good, Maura." As she pushes her hips down and forward once more, she freezes and bows into a deep arch-her body shaking as she grabs Maura's hands holding her breasts and squeezes. A feral growl tears from her throat as the pleasure culminates. "Uhhhhh..."
Her body goes slack and she drops her weight forward, onto Maura. "Shittt, Maura." She lifts off the dildo, and lies on her back next to Maura. Maura quickly unbuckles and removes the strap on. She lies down on her side next to Jane, and places her hand on Jane's stomach.
After several minutes of catching her breath, Jane turns her head and sees Maura beaming at her. "What?"
Maura props herself up on her elbow. "That was really incredible, Jane. Like, really, really incredible."
"Yeah. It really, really was. I had no idea you were such a stud."
"Oh, please. You're the stud. You riding me like that? Oh my god, Jane."
"Yeah? You like that?" Craning her neck, Jane kisses Maura.
"Yes. I absolutely loved it. You're breathtaking."
"So, when is it my turn to fuck you?"
Maura mounts Jane, grabs her hands and slaps them onto her ass. "I'm ready when you are, Jane."