The following evening after work and dinner, Maura retreated to the bathroom to begin her nightly routine. Brushing out her hair, washing her face and completing her skin regime, it was a time consuming process, and during this Jane normally got ready for bed and played with Jo Friday for a while until Maura resurfaced. However tonight, as Jane tugged on a rope, Jo attached to the other end of it, she had a sudden idea.
After feeding Jo and cleaning up, Jane quickly changed into her Boston Homicide top and discarded her slacks before knocking on the bathroom door. "Come in!" Maura chirped. Jane did just that, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. She watched for a moment as Maura finished applying a layer of cream to her perfect face. "You look amazing," Jane whispered as she nuzzled her face against the side of Maura neck, coming up behind her to trap her against the counter. Maura sighed happily and leaned into Jane's hold. Jane looked up, peering at their reflection in mirror. Maura looked up and met her glance with a smile, "hardly, but thank you." Jane chose to ignore the dismissal of her compliment and instead focused on the sweet tender skin of Maura's neck, gracing it with soft kisses. Maura shivered, her hands coming down to grip the counter. She was suddenly aware of Jane's body pressed against her from behind, and aware of how she was trapped between it, and the marble countertop. Maura bit her lip, tilting her head to the side so Jane had easier access.
Jane smiled against the sweet smelling skin and slid her hands up and down Maura's sides slowly. She was wearing nothing but a silk tank top and her lace underwear. The feel of Maura's body beneath her hands made Jane groan and begin to softly suck at Maura's pulse point. Unable to suppress it, Maura let out a moan. "Jane," she gasped, feeling her pulse quicken. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Jane chuckled and slid her hands up to cup Maura's breasts from behind, "I don't know…is it working?" Maura responded with a sharp gasp as Jane pinched her nipples into points through the silky fabric. A hungry ache was building between her legs, and Maura couldn't help but press against the countertop, trying to get some relief. "I believe it is," Maura finally replied, her voice shaky. Jane let one hand slide down the front of Maura's body before it slipped into Maura's underwear.
Wetness.
"I believe you're correct," Jane stated, her voice a low husky octave. With her left hand, Jane came up under the fabric of Maura's top and began to worship each breast. The curve, the perfect size, the taut buds that were desperately trying to pop out of their restraining fabric. Maura bit her lip, looking up to watch Jane in the mirror. Jane looked up, meeting her eyes. They held one another's gaze as Jane's right hand began to make slow movements against Maura's clit.
"Oh Jane," Maura breathed, gripping the counter tighter as her body made slow gyrations against Jane's hand. She pressed into it, circling her hips and rocking. Jane pressed into Maura's ass, something she'd discovered brought her immense pleasure, and began to circle her hips in time with Maura as she continued to gaze at the smaller woman.
It was intense. And it was fucking hot. Maura watched Jane, watching her. She watched the movements of Jane's hand inside her underwear, and the way Jane played with her breasts. She watched the pleasure cross Jane's face when she'd change up her movements, causing extra friction for the detective. And Jane watched as Maura's chest rose and fell rapidly, as her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell into a perfect "o" as she let out soft breathy moans.
It didn't take long for the loving seduction to turn into lustful passion. Maura spread her feet open a little wider and Jane quickly slipped two fingers up into her. Maura met the intrusion with a load moan, her muscles contracting tightly. Jane panted quietly in Maura's ear, thrusting herself with a little more force into Maura's backside. Jane was wet, she could feel her juices wetting the inside of her thighs. And every time Maura moaned and made that perfect face of pleasure, Jane felt a new rush of wetness.
In a steady rhythm, Jane's fingers pumped in and out of Maura. Her palm was perfectly aligned with Maura's clit, so every movement on Maura's part sent rushes of pleasure through her tingling nerves. It was getting harder to keep her eyes open and continue to watch Jane, the pleasure begged her to shut her eyes and give in, but Maura fought it as long as she could.
Jane, on the other hand, couldn't tear her eyes away from Maura. She humped the perfect curve of Maura's ass desperately as her fingers sunk in deeper. "God, you are so fucking perfect," Jane rasped, pinching one of her nipples again. Maura let out a groan of pleasure and clenched down, "you feel so good," she gasped, unable to formulate a more eloquent sentence. Jane rubbed her palm a little harder into Maura's throbbing clit and reveled in the sounds that escaped the ME's throat. She knew Maura was close to being unable to deny her need. "you're so wet and tight, Maur. Fuck. You have me soaking."
Maura whimpered, Jane's words sending shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. She loved Jane's raspy pleasure filled voice. She loved the hooded look of her eyes as Jane continued to watch their reflection. "Do you like watching me fuck you?" Jane whispered, her hot breath causing Maura to shudder. She nodded slowly and Jane's fingers began to pick up their pace.
"Good," Jane whispered, working another finger into Maura. The ME cried out, her body trembling as she rocked desperately. "Because I want to watch you cum. I want you to watch me make you cum."
She had no idea where this was coming from. What sex crazed dirty talking person had possessed her, but when Maura let out a shuddery moan and thrust her ass out a little farther, Jane knew it didn't matter, because it was arousing, and Maura was close to orgasm.
Maura and Jane locked eyes in the mirror and then they lost it. Jane began to grind and hump desperately, her body pressed so deep into Maura's it was almost painful. Her fingers were pumping in and out forcefully, making loud wet noises with each thrust as her palm kept steady pressure on Maura's clit. Maura rocked hard into the movements, one hand clinging to the counter and the other going to the breast Jane wasn't paying attention to. She rolled her hardened buds between her fingers and shuddered as she watched her mirror self grow closer to orgasm.
"Jane, Jane, Ohhhhh god oh god Jane, I'm so, Aughhhhhhh,"
Maura couldn't speak, her erratic thrusts made It difficult to even breathe. Jane grunted, the force of her thrusts knocking the air from her lungs. "Look at me, Maur," Jane choked out, feeling herself on the brink of pleasure. Maura looked up, meeting Jane's crazed and hungry eyes. That's all it took. With another thrust of her hips she was coming into Jane's hand, her body tensed in a painfully blissful spasm as Jane's fingers rubbed her. She cried out Jane's name, then wordless moans of pleasure tumbled from her mouth in loud exclamations of release. Jane watched her eyes glaze over then squeeze shut tightly as her face contorted into pure pleasure and release. Jane whimpered at the sight, her clit throbbing and aching. She needed Maura. She was desperate to feel her.
The moment Maura's orgasm released her, Jane spun the smaller woman around and grabbed her hand, leading it to her soaking core. Maura reacted instantly, realizing Jane still needed her release. Two fingers slipped into Jane easily, then another, then another. Jane let out a deep moan, feeling herself stretched so fucking tight. But she was so wet that Maura's fingers slid in and out with ease. It was the first time Maura had ever used more than three fingers, and she rarely even used three. Jane's body shuddered and she gripped Maura's shoulders for balance. Maura's free hand came up, pulling Jane's shirt up to expose her breasts.
In a swift movement Maura's head was bent and she was sucking and tonguing fiercely and one of Jane's nipples as one hand thrust four fingers up into her roughly and the other came down to rub quick circles into Jane's engorged clit. It was sensation overload, it felt so fucking good in so many ways. Jane's nails dug into skin as she stiffened and felt her muscles clench. "Oh god, fuck Maura, ohhh, oh my GOD."
Maura's teeth grazed a nipple and Jane moaned louder, "fuck. Maur I'm almost there, don't stop. Fuck harder. Faster. Fuck. Just don't stop, don't stop…"
Jane chanted senselessly, unaware she was even still vocalizing. Maura followed the instructions, her fingers stretching and filling Jane with each thrust. Her other hands made quicker circles, rubbing her clit with so much force it was almost painful. One more flick of Maura's tongue on her sensitive nipple and Jane was gone. She screamed, her muscles clenching and trapping Maura's four fingers in her as she shuddered. Her legs went weak and she gripped Maura tighter as wave after wave of blissful pleasure slammed into her. Maura's fingers stroked gently, milking every last drop of the orgasm.