Maura could feel the juices flowing freely from her, she was so aroused, so ridden with want she couldn't take the slow torture of Jane's movements. She turned her face into Jane's chest and reached down, taking the other woman's hands in hers. She pressed Jane's fingers roughly against herself and moaned deeply, shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. She guided Jane's hands up then back down inside her underwear and bucked her hips up as she brought Jane's fingers back down against her once more- this time against burning slick skin. Jane groaned softly, feeling her own arousal pool at the movements that had just occurred. After a moment Maura slowly removed her hand, bringing it around to rest on Jane's thigh, which was lying over her leg. Jane held her breath, not wanting to miss any sounds as she began to move her fingers in steady rhythmic circles over Maura's sensitive and slick clit.
She was rewarded with a loud moan from Maura, followed by a shuddery release of air. "Mmmmh, Jane," Maura purred, hips moving into Jane's rhythm. Jane was certain she had never been more turned on than this moment. She dipped her fingers lower, submerging them in the pool of Maura's evident arousal. It was warm sticky perfection as it coated her fingers before they entered her gently. Maura moaned again, long and held out as Jane sunk two digits into her as deep as they would go. Jane scattered kisses over Maura's ear, panting in it softly as she gave the other woman a moment to adjust. Maura looked up, catching Jane's eyes.
Jane stared back, losing herself in the honey orbs as she realized what was taking place, with her fingers up to the hilt inside of her best friend as they lay there nearly naked together. Maura in complete submission to Jane's movements as Jane pleasured her. And Jane knew the moment she had brought Maura to completion, it would be her turn. It was be equal, unlike many sexual encounters she'd had with men. And right then, with Maura's naked skin pressed against her own, with the feel of Maura's walls lightly contracting around her fingers, and the feel of Maura's hot breath over her nipples as Maura began to worship her breasts- Jane only had one question. Why the hell had they not done this sooner?
"Jane," Maura moaned, rocking against her hand in a plea for her to continue. Jane held Maura's gaze, taking in every expression as she slowly began to slide her fingers in and out of Maura's slick center. Maura's eyes widened at first, mouth open in a silent gasp as she struggled to keep her composure. But with every stroke over Jane's fingers against her inner walls, Maura was losing the fight. Her body trembled against Jane as she rocked her hips in a desperate rhythm to meet Jane's fingers. Her moans started out soft and breathy, higher pitched and so very Maura, but as Jane's steady rhythm picked up and her fingers began to pump in and out of Maura with more determination, Maura's vocalizing changed.
The moans came from deep in her stomach, low a guttural as the forced their way out of her lungs, leaving her breathless after every one. They grew louder, the faster Jane fingered, and within a few there was almost no silence between them. Jane felt herself dripping from the sounds coming from Maura's voice. Fuck she was so turned on she was sure one accidental brush of a finger would have her screaming Maura's name and coming, just from the sounds. Maura had her fingers buried in Jane's thigh, her other hand wrapped around Jane's body. Her own body was arched up into Jane's touch, trembling and quaking from the pleasure that was rapidly growing inside her. She was close, and Jane knew it.
When Jane's fingers curled up, hooking into Maura's walls, Maura shattered against her. Her legs squeezed together, trapping Jane's hand between them. Her back arched as she called out Jane's name, "Jane! Ugh, oh god, Jane!" Jane's fingers kept moving, she knew Maura was right on the brink of orgasm. So close, so completely in Jane's control. Jane wanted nothing more than to see this beautiful woman come undone against her. She wanted nothing more than to be the cause of it.
"Maur, look at me," Jane's voice was so low and sex filled Maura had look. Their eyes met and they exchanged a thousand words between them as Maura panted, her lower lip trembling. "Ready?" Jane whispered, Maura nodded with a whimper as she desperately rocked against Jane's hand. With their gazes still locked, Jane rotated her wrist slightly, bringing her palm down on Maura's clit as she thrust her fingers in and out rapidly.
Maura's face contorted into a look so vulnerable and pleasure filled, Jane was breathless. Maura's eyes stayed on Jane for as long as she could as she cried out in pleasure, but it became too much. Shuddering, her eyes clamped shut as her body tensed, walls contracting against Jane's fingers and locking them in place. Jane applied more pressure to her palm, gently rubbing it over Maura's throbbing clit. Maura moaned out in release, Jane's name tumbling from her lips in repetition as she orgasmed, her entire body seized in pleasure.
Jane watched in awe as Maura slowly came down from her high, relaxing and going limp against her. Her legs opened slightly, allowing Jane to pull out and gently cup Maura's sex once more. She still felt the throbbing from Maura's orgasm and left her palm gently pressed against her clit until the sensitivity took over and Maura twitched slightly from the touch. Slowly, Maura's eyes opened, taking in Jane's face above her. They laid there in silence for several minutes, Maura in recovery and Jane speechless from what she had just witnessed. If she never did anything else in her life but pleasure Maura, she would be okay with it.
After Maura had returned to her senses enough she reached up and kissed Jane softly, then pulled away to examine the look on the other woman's face. It was unreadable, her eyes full of so much. "Jane, what are you thinking?" Maura whispered, turning her body closer into Jane's so they were facing each other. Jane swallowed and cleared her throat, knowing her voice was too shaky for many words. "That…that you were wrong," she whispered back. A look of panic shot across Maura's face and Jane leaned in to kiss it away. "Not about this. About not wanting to commit," Jane whispered when she broke away. Maura looked at her in confusion, "Jane…I don't understand."
"It isn't about not wanting to commit. Because I want to commit right now. I want to do this over, and over, and over. Because I have never experienced anything better than you, and if that isn't commitment…I don't know what is."