A/N: Ok so...I read all your reviews. Know that I appreciate them all, they mean the world to me and magically make chapters appear even after I convince myself I need to get a life. Anyway...DJluvmix and another reviewer pointed out that the last chapter was...what did they say...something about a bad porn and indigestion and wanting it to be more romantic. I considered your thoughts and I tried really hard in this chapter to make that happen for you. I hope I didn't let you guys down again. Let me know what you think; I don't want to write a cheesy porn spoof! Enjoy this chapter...Noblegraces you're the only reason I'm posting it so soon. It really will be a while before you get the next one...and expect the humor and drama to come back! And with all that being said...here we go!
Maura
Kissing Jane was like touching the stars. It was like standing on top of the Eiffel Tower and watching the sun rise. It was more precious than crown jewels; it was heaven, it was infinity, it was beautiful. My skin slid over the soft sheets beneath me as Jane's skin slid on top of mine. I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could. I wanted to feel close to her. In truth our bodies were as close as they could get. Jane's body covered mine; her dark hair fell over my face like a soft, black, lavender-scented veil. I loved her hair; wild, unruly, and untamable just like Jane. I loved the way her legs tangled with my own. I loved the way she kissed my neck and sighed against my lips. I loved the way her body complimented mine like it was made for me. I loved the olive tone of her skin against my pale flesh. I loved the deep rasp of her voice when she whispered 'I love you' in my ear. I loved the way she let me hold her, touch her most precious parts, and open her mind and body to a whole new world.
I loved being close to Jane. I loved the way I could feel her heart beat in her chest when I cupped her small but perfect breasts. I loved the way she nuzzled her cheek against mine when I ran my fingers down her tender sides. I loved the way she called me 'sweetheart' and 'beautiful' and 'angel' and 'perfect' and 'amazing'. I loved the way my heart broke and soared every time I thought about how much I'd always wanted a moment like this. What was love if not this? What was passion if not this? What was beauty if not this? Where would I be if not for this? Who ever loved me as much as Jane? Who ever kissed me with as much passion as Jane? Who had I ever loved as I loved Jane? I thought I had loved before in the foolishness of my youth. I thought I had seen true beauty. I thought I knew what passion and desire was. I knew nothing! I thought the sun rose and fell on a girl that cared nothing for me. I cared nothing for her...I knew that now.
In the arms of Jane I see no one else. Not in the literal sense of seeing with the eyes; it would be impossible to see anything else with Jane's hair cascading over my face and her body covering mine. But figuratively; I could see no one else. Jane consumed me, filled me, captured me, held me still, and sent me flying. My soul touched hers, heaven surrounded us, my eyes were only for her. No one else existed. I could see only Jane. All I wanted to know of life was only knowing Jane better. All I desired was to make her happy. The only place I cared to go was any and everywhere with Jane. All I wanted to do was love her endlessly, forever, on and on into infinity. How could something like this die? Once true love was born how could it ever fade away. It was just to strong. There was to much power. It was precious, it was life, it was magic, it was...everything!
In the arms of my love my walls crumbled, pain was a distant memory, loneliness was something I no longer understood. Joy was every part of me; her love wrapped around me like her body was wrapped around mine. I was King David gazing at Bathsheba bathing in the pool. I was complete, whole, intoxicated with the scents and sounds and touches of the woman I loved most. If I died in this very moment...I would know that I had lived, finally, I was living.
Jane kissed me softly and pulled away from my lips, resting her head in her hands. She gazed down at me with heavy swimmy eyes, low and burning with love. I smiled up at her. Her face was flushed and damp. I cradled her cheek in my hand. Jane sighed softly, closed her eyes and kissed my palm tenderly. She ran her finger down my jaw line studying my face. I smiled again, she smiled with me. I loved her so much.
"What are you thinking?" I whispered against her lips.
Jane sighed and kissed me again. I let her kiss me. I loved it when she kissed me. My body rose slightly from the mattress in my arousal. Jane's hips pushed against mine forcing me down with the weight of her desire. Jane's body moved only to compliment mine. She reacted to me instinctually; her body touched me in every way possible. I wrapped my fingers in Jane's dark locks and pulled her closer to me. A soft, husky moan escaped her mouth into mine. I swallowed her passion and returned more of my own. I ran my hands down her back and held her hips. I traced the lines of the v of her slender hips with my thumbs. Jane was so beautiful, and so sweet, and so lovely. I felt her abdomen tremble slightly above my own. I sighed in our kiss. There was no where in the world I'd rather be than beneath my girlfriend absorbing every kiss, and every sigh, and every soft trembling moan she gave me and releasing them back to her ten times over. Jane was all I could see.
I pulled Jane out of the kiss by her hair; but not to roughly. I didn't want to be rough anymore. I wanted to savor this; it was precious to me. I'd lost control of myself with Jane in the living room earlier; so overcome with lust as I had been. But now, in this moment, I thought of blooming flowers. Of fresh spring rains. Of the sounds of beautiful instruments. The feeling of earth beneath my feet. I dreamed of sleeping in the arms of my lover. I dreamed of majestic mountains and fields of gold. I dreamed of Jane.
"What are you thinking?" I asked again, gazing curiously into Jane's dark gorgeous eyes.
I knew Jane was thinking. I always knew when Jane was thinking. I wanted to know...I wanted to know everything. Jane opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it and smiled instead. She tried to kiss me again to distract me. I rolled her over and covered her body with mine locking her down and forcing her still.
"Tell me little princess," I whispered.
"Why do you insist on calling me that?" Jane pouted.
I smiled down at her. My blond hair tickled her cheeks.
"I told you love...you are my little princess!"
"Can't I be something cooler like...like a knight in shining armor!" Jane's face lit up in excitement.
I giggled.
"You are many things Jane; but you will always be my little princess! Now tell me little princess...what are you thinking?" I cooed at my love.
Jane sighed and looked deep into my eyes. I saw nervousness in her gaze, timidness, uncertainty. I grew curious. What did Jane want that I was not giving her? What questions did she have that I had not answered? What thoughts did she have that she felt she couldn't express or I wouldn't understand? What fear was in her heart that I wanted to drive away?
"Jane...what is it?" I pushed.
I brushed the back of my fingers over Jane's cheek to comfort her. Jane smiled timidly. She wrapped her hands around my side and squeezed me gently. I squirmed above her but kept my balance and held her still. My squirmy little princess wanted to get away from the thoughts burning in her head. I wanted to pull them out of her. I'd hold her here forever if that is what it took to open her heart to me. Jane bit her lip and furrowed her brow. I grinned. She wanted something...I knew it. Jane always bit her lip and scrunched her face when she wanted something but was too afraid to ask.
I relaxed on top of Jane. I kissed her lightly several times on her sweet lips and felt Jane melt into me again. I'd kiss her secrets out of her if that is what it took. Whatever Jane wanted; I would provide. My tall, dark, often grumpy, viciously protective, sweet-hearted girlfriend was deceptively complex. But I was learning her, I could read her, I could bend her. I would pull the truth from her if she wanted to tell it or not.
I pulled from the kiss and rolled off of Jane. I wrapped a sheet around my waist and sat with only my breasts exposed. Jane rolled on her side and smiled. I knew that smile. I knew what Jane was thinking. She loved my breasts. She was trying not to stare at them; but I knew she would love nothing more than to do so. I smiled at her and rubbed my hands up and down her side. Jane squirmed under my touch. I loved the way she reacted to me. I'd never felt so desired. It was the most wonderful feeling to love and be loved in return. Jane tried to pull me back into her arms but I resisted. I put my hand on her chest and pushed her back gently. Jane pouted. She looked like such a child when she pouted like that; but I adored her anyway. I arched my eye brow and Jane narrowed her eyes at me.
"Are you playing hard to get now?" Jane asked sarcastically.
I grinned and swatted at her. Jane giggled; fought against my playful swats, and pulled me on top of her again. She held me tightly as I squealed in excitement and tried to wiggle away. Jane was impressively strong; even though I was on top. She held me in her arms giggling and laughing kissing at my neck playfully.
"Janie stop it," I wailed, trying twice as hard to get out of her grasp.
"Maura nooo! You will let me love you until my heart is content!" Jane cooed at me, mocking my whining tone.
I laughed all the harder nipping playfully at Jane's neck. I bit her earlobe. Jane cried out.
"Ow you little shit...that hurt!" she pouted, looking up at me in shocked disbelief.
I smiled triumphantly. In Jane's shock she released me from her grip and I sprang to my feet beside the bed.
"I will always win Jane!" I said arrogantly, putting my hands on my hips and arching my eye brows at her.
Jane looked furious at having been tricked into letting me go. Jane tried to roll out of the bed but she was twisted in the covers and she fell to the floor in a heap of sheets and pillows. Jane looked twice as furious. I giggled and ran from the bedroom. Jane was right behind me. I squealed when she wrapped me in her arms from behind, lifted me from my feet, and tossed me on the couch.
"You little cheater...I win Maura," Jane said attacking my writhing body.
Jane tickled me like crazy. I laughed and giggled until tears streamed down my face. I tried to get away but Jane was just to strong and determined and I was far to weak with laughter and excitement.
"Take that Maura...you like that...huh! Think you can top me woman...I'll tickle you to death!" Jane teased me as she attacked me. She assaulted every part of my tender stomach and sensitive sides tickling me like crazy with her long nimble fingers.
"J-J-Jane...JANE!" I wailed and cried and stuttered between hysterical giggles.
I'd never laughed so hard in my life. My stomach actually hurt. Breathing was becoming difficult and Jane seemed determined to have her way with me. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed Jane's nipple and pinched it hard. Jane cried out and flew backward onto the pillows cursing and wailing.
"OWWW! What is wrong with you?" Jane hissed grabbing at her breast and rolling around on her back kicking her feet and wailing.
I jumped on top of her causing Jane to gasp under the sudden impact. I grabbed her wrist and pulled them above her head, locking her down in the way I'd learned she couldn't escape. Jane looked furious again at having been outmaneuvered.
"Maura!" Jane wailed trying her hardest to free herself.
She kicked and squirmed and tried to nip at me. I giggled on top of her; teasing her futile attempts to free herself.
"Janie!" I mocked, kissing her pretty lips lightly.
Jane's face scrunched into that childish pout again.
"Get off me Maura!" Jane grumbled.
"NO! Not until you tell me what you were thinking in the bedroom!" I said sternly.
Jane's eyes narrowed again. She had that mischievousness expression that belied she had wicked intentions.
"Sherri asked me to have a threesome with her and her husband!" Jane said matter of factly.
I was stunned. I felt like I'd been slapped in the face. I let go of Jane's wrist and sat up straight looking down at her furiously. I felt my body go cold and my hands form into fist.
"WHAT!" I spat icily.
Jane grinned, flipped me on my back, straddled me, and held me down as I had held her moments before.
"I'm kidding...sort of...I think...it doesn't matter! I just wanted to get you off of me...I WIN!" Jane said excitedly.
A silly look of triumph shown on her face. I was furious. I was seeing red. I was raging inside.
"Jane...get...off!" I hissed furiously at my girlfriend.
Jane's face fell. Her eyes went wide. She looked shocked, and then she looked terrified. Her eyes moved back and forth rapidly, she was thinking hard, thinking of what to say. Thinking of how to squirm her way out of her mistake. She knew I was angry...I was seething.
"I didn't mean to say that...I should never have said that!" Jane closed her eyes tightly and winced. She looked in pain. She looked like she was kicking herself in her head. She knew I was furious!
"Jane get off me!" I almost shouted at her.
Jane looked miserable. Her eyes looked desperate, her chest heaved slightly with the quickening of her breath.
"Maura I..."
"...Jane...now!" I hissed. My voice was low and threatening.
Jane's eyes went wide again, then lowered in defeat. She rolled off of me and scooted away wrapping her arms around her knees and staring down at her feet. Her long unruly curls fell in her face; she made no moves to brush them back. Her shoulders sagged and her head was bowed. She looked absolutely miserable. I stood to my feet and looked down at my girlfriend. I didn't think it was possible to hate Sherri more than I already did before, but if that woman was in front of me now...she would see a side of me she didn't know existed. How many years had I cowered around that woman? How much abuse did I take from her? How long had I allowed her to make me feel inferior? NO! That was my fault. I had been weak; but I would be that no longer. If I could find the strength to stand up to my mother; I could find the strength to strangle Sherri.
But I had to control myself. I had to maintain myself. Jane was oddly sensitive to my moods. I didn't like the way she cowered and curled up inside of herself when I was raging. Jane was a strong person, I knew that, but she had a weakness for me and it was not my place to exploit that. I'd promised to control myself better when I lost it over the bell boy touching her the first time I brought her home. I remembered how innocent and guilty she looked over thinking she made a horrible mistake. I knew Jane was nieve and aloof about certain things and certain situations. Still I was angry. I sighed.
I walked to the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine and walked back to the couch. I sat and looked down at my girlfriend. She hadn't moved a muscle. I knew she was waiting on the storm of my rage. I felt terribly guilty. I would not rage at her; but this was not something I could overlook.
"Jane, come sit with me sweetheart!" I said, gently.
Jane looked up at me with bright curious eyes. She still looked frightened; she looked like she was afraid I was tricking her somehow. I forced a smile to reassure her that I wasn't going to lash out and hurt her.
"Come on, I won't bite," I said, extending a glass of wine to Jane.
She looked at it uncertainly. I smiled wider. Carefully Jane took the glass; but she made no moves to sit with me on the couch. I patted the place next to me and Jane's brows furrowed.
"I didn't mean to upset you Maura. I wasn't thinking, I made a mistake..."
"...Come sit with me and tell me exactly what happened." I insisted.
I kept my voice low and neutral; Jane was a skiddish creature. I had to be careful. She hesitated for a few more moments; then slowly moved onto the couch. She sat a full foot away from me. I smiled and scooted right next to her. I wrapped my arm around her back and pushed her head to lay on my shoulder. Jane fell into me; comfortable that I wouldn't hurt her. I kissed the top of her head and ran my fingers through her silky curls. Jane wrapped her arm around my stomach and sighed pleasantly. She seemed content in my arms. I smiled, I wanted her to be comfortable with me. I needed her to understand that I still loved her even when I was angry. And let me be honest...I was very angry.
I sipped my wine and we sat in silence for a few moments. I thought many thoughts full of fury toward the one called Sherri. Visions of retribution played through my mind's eye. I would have continued on in my unpleasant thinking; but Jane nuzzled her face into my neck and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and sighed. Fury melted away, anger dissipated, jealousy subsided...well almost. I kissed the top of Jane's head again; this time letting my lips linger in her soft dark hair. Jane was mine, I knew that. Sherri was nothing more than a fly that needed swatting. Still, I needed to know exactly how much of her mind Sherri had lost so I could determine just how hard I needed to swat her.
"Jane...what did Sherri say?" I whispered against Jane's ear.
I heard Jane whimper.
"Can't we just forget that whole thing?" Jane's voice was pleading.
She sat up and looked at me. Her bright eyes were wide with innocence, sincerity, and affection. My heart melted. Jane was afraid she hurt me; or that I didn't trust her. I kissed her lips softly. Jane sighed as our lips met. So gentle was the kiss. I found myself lost again; falling in the ocean that was my love for Jane. Jane wrapped her hands in my hair and pulled me forward. She kissed me harder, she kissed me deeply, she kissed me like she loved me.
With that kiss she spoke to me. Vocal words were absent but her actions spoke volumes. She told me she was sorry. She told me she was mine. She told me there was no one else she dreamed of but me. She told me she was happy. She told me she was free. She told me how much she loved me...she told me everything within that kiss. I pulled away from her and watched as her eyes lids fluttered and her unsteady breath caught in her throat. I smiled. I knew she loved me. I brushed her lips lightly with my finger and Jane finally opened her eyes. We stared into each other for long moments; lost in the love we saw in the other.
"Tell me what she said sweetheart...I'm not angry with you; but I need to know."
Jane sighed and tried to turn away. I caught her chin in my hand and brought her face to look at me again.
"Jane..." I warned.
It was a few moments before Jane spoke.
"She just said...well it was when we were dancing. I could have misunderstood the whole thing...it's probably nothing..."
"...Jane..." I warned again.
Jane looked defeated. She hung her head; resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to drop it. She steeled her nerves.
"She said she and her husband have an arrangement. She said he hasn't satisfied her in years...she said...she said...she said..."
"...What Jane!" I pushed.
Jane whimpered.
"She said she could show me things I'd never seen before. She said I should come over for dinner and she'd cook for me sometime and...she could make me happy. She said she and her husband enjoyed spicing things up and that I would be a welcome guest in their house. She didn't actually say anything about a threesome...she didn't actually say anything about having sex with me...she just...I dunno! I got away from her as soon as I could anyway...I was half drunk by then...it could have all been in my head. Maybe she just wanted to make me dinner and get to know me better!" Jane insisted.
She looked desperate for me to believe that. I gritted my teeth. I took several deep breaths and closed my eyes trying to remain calm. What in the world was wrong with Sherri? Jane stood right in front of Sherri and told her I was her girlfriend. Yet as soon as my back was turned Sherri wasted no time trying to move in on what was mine. After all the years of parading her dates in front of me. Taunting me about not being married or having children. Highlighting my faults and shortcomings; now she suddenly wanted to steal from me!
I didn't want to tell Jane how ridiculous it was to pretend she'd heard wrong or that the hint wasn't as plain as day. I didn't want to tell her how silly it was to think Sherri meant anything less than exactly what it sounded like. I held in the storm of fury. I kept my expression soft and understanding. I willed myself to be strong. I trusted Jane...I needed her to feel comfortable enough to tell me things like this without fear of me flying off the handle. I took a long sip of my wine anyway; I needed help to calm my nerves. Jane's eyes were wide and searching. She was looking for cracks in my expression. She was looking for signs of anger and disapproval. She was waiting for the storm. I forced myself to smile.
"I'll talk to her sweetheart." was all I said.
Jane looked unsure.
"What are you going to say?" she asked timidly.
"It will be a talk between two women about boundaries. Don't worry. I'll keep you safe from Sherri," I smiled kissing Jane lightly again.
"You're...you're not mad?" Jane's voice said she was shocked.
"No baby, not at you. In the future I'd prefer if you were more upfront with me about these types of things...but I'm not mad at you," I said stroking Jane's cheek lovingly.
"I know how pretty you are little princess. This will not be the last time something like this happens. But I'm always here to protect you sweetheart; even when you don't think you need protection." I said nuzzling my nose playfully into Jane's neck.
Jane grinned peevishly.
"I'll protect you too; when the boys come calling for you." Jane winked at me.
It was my turn to giggle.
"Jane don't be silly,"
"I'm not being silly! I saw the way that bell boy stared at you earlier! It wasn't the first time a man has looked at you sideways either." Jane insisted.
I rolled my eyes.
"You have nothing to worry about sweetheart," I said kissing Jane lightly.
She smiled at me.
"Neither do you babe...I thought you were about to freak out about Sherri," Jane's eyes widened.
"I'm not going to freak out." I giggled.
She smiled in relief.
"Now tell me what you were thinking in the bed a little while ago,"
Jane furrowed her brow.
"God you're persistent." she huffed.
I giggled.
"Persistence is the key to success," I remarked casually.
Jane rolled her eyes and sipped her wine. I knew she was stalling for time.
"Jane..." I warned again.
Jane sighed and let out an exasperated grumble. She was pouting again.
"I just...I was thinking...I was thinking maybe we could try out Albert's gift to me." Jane said shyly.
Her cheeks blushed. She turned her head trying to hide her nervous smile. I was stunned for a moment. I took several more sips of wine before I spoke.
"You want me to...to do it to you?" I asked curiously.
It wouldn't be my first time...but it would be my first time in a long time. Actually I'd love to have Jane that way...but I wasn't going to push. That was a decision she had to come to all on her own. Until then I was content to use what God gave me naturally.
"Ummm...actually I was thinking I could do it to you!" Jane whispered.
She took another long sip of wine while I sat with my jaw open in shock. Jane looked over at me and smiled.
"It might be fun Maura, you know...I want to please you." she smiled kissing my cheek lightly.
I had no words. I'd never let someone have me like that before...ever.
"I've ummm...I've never done that before." I said honestly.
Jane looked confused.
"You've never used one before?" she asked curiously.
"No I've used one before...I've just...I've never had one used on me."
"WHAT!"
"I'm serious. I...I've never been comfortable with the idea."
"But you've done it to others,"
"Yes," I agreed.
"Then why can't you let someone do it to you?"
"It's...it's a trust issue. It's...it's a control issue." I said honestly.
Jane looked incredulous.
"Has a man ever...have you ever with a man?" she asked, her eye brows furrowed in disbelief.
"No...never!" I sighed.
"I can't believe it! You're telling me...you're telling me you're a virgin!" Jane exclaimed.
I laughed.
"Jane I'm hardly a virgin! You should know that by now. I've just never been penetrated with...well with anything but a woman's fingers."
Jane looked shocked. Then she closed her mouth and bit her lip. She was thinking again. I could tell she was thinking hard. Her eyes were burning with ideas and her grin was mischievous and playful.
"Will you let me?" she asked raising an eyebrow at me.
I laughed again.
"You want to top me Jane?" I teased tickling Jane's tender tummy.
Jane smiled wickedly.
"If you'll let me," her voice was low and seductive.
"Do you trust me?" she asked brushing my hair from my face.
I hesitated. Not because I didn't trust Jane. But because of what I knew I'd have to do to prove it to her. In truth...in truth I was terrified. What Jane was asking of me was more than I had ever given another living soul. It was surrender, complete and total surrender. It was me opening myself and allowing myself to be conquered inside and out...literally! The very idea made my head swim with fear and self-doubt. Jane sensed I was uncomfortable. She took my glass of wine from my hand walked to the table and set down both glasses. She walked back to me and bowed to her knees before me. She took my hands in hers and kissed them gently.
"Baby I won't hurt you. I'll be careful. This isn't about conquering you...it's about so much more than that. It's about me loving you and you letting me. If at anytime you don't like it, or it hurts to much, or you change your mind, you can say so and I'll stop. But I promise...I'll let you take the lead. You can guide me through it, tell me what you like, help me please you. I want to please you. I want to love you this way. I think...I think it will be beautiful." Jane said softly.
I tried to smile. But a tear ran down my cheek. Jane looked surprised and kissed it away quickly. She wrapped me in her arms and kissed me deeply. She pulled me off the couch and lay me on the soft pillows on the floor. I didn't struggle. I didn't fight. I didn't blink an eye. I let her spread my legs and lay between them; draping her body over mine. Jane never broke our kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me. I wrapped my legs around her hips and sighed into her mouth.
"Janie..." I whispered breathlessly against her lips.
I was aching. I was hungry for my lover. I ran my hands all over her body loving the way each muscle trembled as my fingers passed over them. Jane sighed and kissed my neck. She buried her face between my breast and kissed me all the way up to my lips again. I trembled. A whimper escaped my mouth. The fires lit in the depths of me. I wanted this. I loved this. I needed this. I'd opened my heart to Jane. I'd opened my home to Jane. I'd opened my bed to Jane. I'd given my soul to Jane. My body was all I had left. It was what Jane wanted most in the moment. I knew it. I felt it in her touch. I heard it in her sigh. I believed it every time she whispered my name and moaned against my lips. I could see it in her eyes. The lust, the desire, the love...so much love. Jane would never hurt me. She would never betray my honor. She'd always treated me like a lady; I had no thoughts of her only wanting to control me. She loved me. As if in sync with my mind; my body responded. I felt my sex swell and throb. I felt my nipples harden. I felt my skin burn and my face flush. My body ached as my soul ached for release. I wanted Jane...I wanted her inside of me. I would let her have me as I never let anyone before. I would surrender. I would release. I would live.
"Take me to the bedroom," I whispered in Jane's ear.
She moved her head in front of my face and studied me; trying to decipher what I meant. I smiled up at her. She was so gracious she wouldn't even assume. She wouldn't move until I gave her express permission. That's how much Jane thought of my honor. That's how much she loved me. That's how much she respected me. My heart melted. A pain exploded in my chest. It was love and passion, hope, trust, relief...it was so many things. Things only Jane made me feel. I kissed her again. I took her hand in mine and ran it down my body. I let her touch my breasts. I let her squeeze my nipples. I let her feel the muscles of my abdomen contract, release, and quiver. I let her feel me squirm. I let her hear me moan her name softly. I bit her lip lightly when I pushed her fingers inside of me. I cried out in ecstasy. Jane gasped. Her body trembled over mine. Her breath heaved and caught in her throat.
"Maura?" Jane whimpered against my lips.
She spoke my name almost as a question. Like she was begging me to be certain. Like she needed me to say yes; she needed the words and not just the gesture. I could tell she wanted me. I could feel her fingers tremble inside of me. I could hear her breath become raspy and ragged in the heat of her lust. Her voice was unsteady and yearning. I was seeing stars. I let Jane kiss me again. I let her kiss everything. I ran my fingers through her mane of dark curls as she worshiped my body with hers. I smiled as tears streamed down my face. I felt so good. Jane felt so good. This felt so good. Jane brought her lips to my ear and whispered to me.
"You're so wet angel," Jane's fingers pushed inside of me and curled.
I cried out, gasping for air. My eyes went wide in pleasure, surprise, and pain. I felt myself soaking Jane's hand. I held her so tightly I thought I might be suffocating her. I didn't realize I was pulling her hair. I was lost in some oblivion. Everything was beautiful. Life was perfect. Heaven and earth were one. Hell was a place unknown. I had never experienced such pleasure. I had never felt such joy. This was where I was supposed to be. This was my sanctuary; on my back, with Jane above me, inside me, and me offering my body to her along with all my love.
"Take me to bed...I'm ready," I whispered through trembling lips.
Jane smiled down at me with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. She lifted me to my feet and picked me up. I wrapped my legs and arms around her as she carried me to the bedroom.
...
Maura
Jane was taking an extremely long time in the bathroom. I sat on the bed with a sheet wrapped around me. I held it tightly against my chest. I was nervous. I was also extremely excited; but still I was nervous. I was about to give Jane something I'd never given anyone before. I'd never even used a toy on myself. I tried to steady my breath and told myself over and over that Jane wouldn't hurt me. She loved me...she'd never hurt me. Jane was my little princess; she only wanted to please me. Jane made me happy. In her arms I was safe. I her arms I was beautiful. In her arms I could do anything. In her arms I was a queen. I smiled thinking of Jane; the feel of her skin, the kiss of her lips, the brush of her hair. So many ways and so many reasons did I love her. I wrapped my arms around myself and imagined they were Jane's arms. I could never hold myself tight enough to replicate her embrace. I couldn't wait to lie beneath her, I couldn't wait to give myself to her, I couldn't wait to surrender...to love...to honor and appreciate her. I would show her...I would show her everything...I would give her everything. My princess, my love, my life.
Jane finally walked out of the bathroom. Her face was blood-red and she held a towel over her...well her gift from Albert. She tried to smile at me; but she looked twice as nervous as me. I almost giggled. It was me about to spread my legs and let Jane have me in the most sacred way possible. Yet Jane looked like a blushing bride on her wedding night. I smiled lovingly at my sweet hearted girlfriend.
"Come here little princess," I said sweetly.
I reached out my hand for Jane. She whimpered and shuffled over to me; she never took her hands off the towel covering her present...my present! Jane couldn't even look at me; she was blushing so hard I thought she might explode. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I forgot all about my nerves seeing Jane look so vulnerable and uncomfortable.
"Baby relax it's OK," I said trying not to chuckle at how silly she was being.
"Let me see baby," I tried to pull at the towel but Jane jump and took two steps back.
I rolled my eyes.
"Are you chickening out?" I teased.
"NO!" Jane grumble.
I knew I'd struck a nerve. Jane had as much pride as any man I'd ever met. Teasing Jane a certain way was the perfect tool to manipulate her to do things she didn't feel comfortable with. I'd never take advantage; but I need to break through Jane's walls if this was going to happen. Still there were other ways; safer ways to move my girlfriend to action. I knew what she loved, I knew what she desired, I knew what she dreamed of at night. I ran my eyes over Jane's gorgeous body and smiled. I knew what to do to calm her...to get her attention!
I stood and let the sheet fall away from me. I stood naked and proud before the love of my life. I smiled when Jane's face went slack and her jaw dropped. I'd been naked for hours already with Jane. But she still gazed upon me as if it were the first time she'd ever seen me in all my glory. I felt beautiful. I felt like a queen. Jane took me in with her eyes; every inch of me. She looked desperate and hungry and in awe of me. If I didn't know better I'd think she was holding her breath. Perhaps she'd forgotten she needed to breath. I stepped up to her and brought her face down to kiss me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pushed my body into hers. Jane was trembling from head to toe; but she let me kiss her. She let me love her. She let me show her how beautiful I thought she was. I clasped her hands over the towel and smiled against her lips. Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to step back but I stepped with her. I gazed right into her eyes; her dark beautiful orbs.
"It's OK sweetheart...let me see," I whispered trying to encourage her.
Jane whimpered.
"It's...it's kind of big," she said breathlessly.
I smiled.
"It's OK...I trust you."
I pulled at Jane's hands. She hesitated for a moment. I smiled; Jane reluctantly let me pull her hands away. The towel dropped to the floor. I kissed her softly before I looked down. Jane looked uncertain and afraid. I knew she was ready to bolt. She'd rip the thing off and toss it away forgotten if I so much as flinched. She was doing this for me, she wanted to please me, she wanted to love me, she wanted to show me...open me...drive me to places I'd never been. I felt so grateful, I felt fortunate...I was lucky. There was nothing selfish in Jane's eyes; there was only love, hope, and desire. I ran my hands over Jane's taught muscles; leaned my forehead on her chest and sighed. I looked at Albert's gift adorning my lovers body. It was big. It didn't look that big in the box! But somehow on Jane it was...it was sexy! Desire flooded me. I felt that familiar ache between my legs again. My knees felt weak. My heart pounded in my chest. The power of my arousal was overwhelming me.
I stepped back and sat on the bed studying Jane. She looked...she looked so strong. I noticed her toned muscles popping beneath her skin. I noticed the way her abs stood out and trembled with every breath she took. I noticed her long sexy legs. They looked powerful. I thought of them when they were wrapped around my waist earlier. I thought of the way Jane screamed my name. She'd been so vulnerable then; but now...now she look like a statue of perfection. So feminine; yet she oozed masculinity in a strange way. Passion moved inside me. Lust devoured my senses. I ached between my legs. I squirmed looking up at Jane. Her eyes burned, her skin glowed, her hair draped her body and I wanted to lose myself in it. I smiled at Jane with excited, trembling lips.
I wanted this. I wanted her. My excitement drove me. My hunger pushed me. My lust over came me. My nervousness long forgotten. I scooted back on the bed and lay against the pillows. I smiled at Jane encouragingly. She hesitated; studying me. Her expression was unreadable; but she no longer seemed nervous. She gazed upon my naked body as if she was filing away every atom of my existence in her memory for her pleasure. She let me linger against the pillows. She let my mind run wild. She let the hunger build. She let the tension engulf me, suffocating me.
I whimpered and reached out for her. I needed her, I needed her inside of me. In this moment Jane was no longer my princess. She was my knight in shining armor. She was my champion. She had conquered me already. She had taken control of my mind, my heart, and my soul. All that was left was my body. It was her prize, it was my pleasure to give her, it was my greatest treasure. I was offering it to her in humble respect of the woman that had broken my walls, driven out my loneliness, and given me just enough of her strength that I could stand on my own; a free woman to be exactly what I wanted.
Jane gazed at the hand I extended to her and smiled. It wasn't an arrogant smile; it was pleasure and joy. Jane stepped to the bed and looked down at me. She held her toy so it didn't hit me. Jane ran her fingers up my body from my feet to my chin. She smiled. She loved me. I knew she did. I felt so beautiful. I took Jane's hand and tried to pull her into bed but she resisted. Instead she got down on her knees, took my hand and kissed it. I smiled. She was so gentle with me. She touched me like I was a porcelain doll that might break in her hands. I loved her so much. Jane looked at me reverently on her knees by the bed.
"Are you OK...with this? Are you...comfortable?" she asked softly.
I smiled and shook my head. I had no breath to speak. I only wanted Jane inside me, touching me, driving me, loving me. Jane grabbed my legs and swung them toward her. I squealed. Jane smiled. Not a devilish smile. Just a loving, precious turning up of her lips. She scooted me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs positioning her body between them. I sighed heavily. I ran my fingers through her hair as I gazed down at her. Jane looked up at me with eyes full of hope and excitement. She leaned in and kissed me between my breast. She ran her hands up my thighs. I sighed. She left a trail of kisses all the way down my body. I was trembling. Jane looked up at me just before she kissed between my legs. A tear ran down my cheek. She was so beautiful. My heart exploded with affection and love.
"Lay back," Jane whispered.
I closed my eyes. I wrapped my hands in her hair again and slowly lowered myself on the bed.
"I love you," Jane whispered so softly I could barely hear.
I smiled. I started to respond but I cried out instead. Jane's tongue was heaven. It moved between my legs with confidence and skill unknown to me. I felt Jane spread my legs wider and push her mouth into me. I had never known this. I had never felt this. I'd had women between my legs before; but never like this. Jane was doing far more than just going about the motions. With her mouth she honored me. With her hands she cradled me. Her soft moans sang her pleasure. I was lost. I was falling again into that holy place. This moment in its self was holy. My pleasure built. My desperate soft moans grew louder. I lifted from this earth and flew into the heavens. There were stars. There was light. There was music. There was dancing. There was celebration. There was hope. There was victory. There was love. I saw visions of majesty. I saw oceans and planets and distant moons. I realized perfection. I understood triumph. There was no pain. My body and soul became one. Jane held be down with her strong arms despite the way my body moved against her. She controlled the motion of my hips. She fought against the trembling of my legs. She met every movement with one of her own to compliment me. I was on fire. I cried her name. I screamed I love you. I called to a God I'd never met. This moment was mine. The angels spoke my name. The ecstasy came. The earth shook. My voice cried out to the heavens in thanks and praise.
"Janie!" I screamed.
My back arched lifting me off the bed as my pleasure overcame me. I pulled Jane's mouth away from me as the orgasm consumed me. I trembled and shook. My voice was broken and strained as wave after wave of glory flooded through me. My eyes were closed tight. My breath ragged and chaotic. I was vaguely aware that Jane lifted me into her arms. I was vaguely aware of her laying me against the pillows. I felt her body cover mine. I felt her lips kiss my own. I felt her hair fall over my face. I heard her sweet words in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her back. I pulled her into me. I was still flying. I opened my eyes and saw Jane looking down at me. Her face was flushed, her smile beautiful. She cradled my face in her hands.
"You're so beautiful little angel," Jane whispered down at me.
I smiled as my face burned with the flush of the orgasm she'd just given me.
"Little angel?" I repeated.
Jane smiled sweetly at me.
"Your voice sounds like heaven when your saying my name when you're...you know...when you're happy," Jane said with that silly lopsided grin.
"You're my little princess," I whispered, kissing her precious lips.
"You're my little angel," Jane countered, kissing me back.
I could not have been more in love.
"Are you ready?" She whispered.
I smiled between gasping breaths. I nodded my head. I was ready. I spread my legs for Jane. I grasped her shoulders and trained my eyes to hers. Jane gazed down at me steadily. She smiled lovingly. She reached between her legs, lowered her hips and...
"AAAAHHHH!" I cried out.
My eyes rolled in my head, my lashes fluttered, my vision blurred.
"It's OK sweetheart...deep breaths remember," Jane whispered against my lips.
I sighed and moaned. Jane was filling me. I felt myself stretching. It hurt, it tingled, it burned...it felt...it felt soo good! Jane waited for me to steady myself and for my eyes to open again. I found her studying me. She watched my face like a hawk looking for the slightest sign that I didn't want this anymore. Love poured out of me. I smiled and nodded my head slightly again. Jane smiled back. She thrust her hips forward gently. I let out a sound from the deepest part of me. I wrapped my arms around Jane. She pushed into me slowly. Her rhythm well-timed and expert. It felt so good...it felt so good...it felt so good...it felt sooo GOOD! I bit my lip. I moaned with each thrust of Jane's strong hips. I felt her open me, I felt my juices running, my breath was heavy against Jane's lips. It was slow, it was passionate, it was heaven, it was love!
"Baby!" I gasped when Jane pushed further into me.
The sounds escaping me were deep, rich, powerful, hungry.
"You like that?" Jane whispered in my ear.
I burned with pleasure. It was beyond language to express. I closed my eyes. Fireworks! I grasped Jane's bottom and pulled her down.
"OH! OH MY GOD!" I cried out frantically.
She was completely inside of me now. Tears streamed down my face. Jane found my lips and smothered them in a kiss so passionate my soul caught fire. I dug my nails into her back.
"Faster," I whispered
"Faster," I begged,
"FASTER!" I screamed.
Jane obliged me. I lost control of my body again. My muscles spasmed, my hips rocked in time with Jane's thrust, my legs trembled. I grabbed my knees and pulled my legs up and as wide as they would go. Jane was deep in a place inside me no one had ever touched. I cried out to her. I moaned and sobbed and squealed beneath her. Jane pushed into me faster and faster. Our bodies becoming a tuned rhythm of rapid motion. I held myself open for her. My voice sang to the heavens. I laughed, I cried, I begged, I pleaded. I kissed Jane over and over again between desperate rasping breaths.
"That's it..."
"That's it..."
"T-T'-THAT'S it..."
"JANE baby...THAT'S IT!" I screamed.
Jane moaned in my ear. Her body covered mine, her hips drove into me. I burned inside. It felt so good...it felt so good!
"You're so pretty Maura,"
"You're so sweet baby,"
"I love the way you scream,"
"I love the way you taste,"
"I love you body baby,"
"I love you...I love you...I love you!" Jane whispered all these things in my ear with a desperate shaky voice as she drove me.
My center burned more and more with each precious word and the push of her hips. My pleasure grew. My heart raced. My eyes rolled in my head. Jane put every bit of her weight behind each thrust. Tears streamed from my eyes. Lights flashed, music played, voices sounded in my head. I was open for her, I was breaking for her. I saw the gates of heaven. Jane inside me was...it was everything. My voice was high and shrill and screaming. Jane's husky voice was low, and determined; her moans guttural and growling in her pleasure. She gave me everything she had. She worked me with all the power of her well toned muscled body. My head flew back, my eyes rolled, my heart soared, my toes curled. Jane's soul touched mine, our every moan and whimper compliment by one from the other. We were one. Jane pushed my limits; she explored her own. Jane touched my heart; I touched hers back. Jane kissed my lips; I kissed her harder. This...this moment...this feeling...this woman...my lust...my desire...my screams...Jane's voice in my ear...all of it was everything...everything...EVERYTHING!
"I love it...I LOVE it Jane...I love it...I LOVE it...I Love you...I lOVE YOU!" I screamed the last.
Three more powerful thrust of Jane's hips and I was over the edge. I screamed. I dug my nails deep into Jane's flesh. I heard her cry out. She pushed deep inside of me and pinned me to the bed. My legs trembled around her, everything faded away. Everything but the body on top of me, the toy deep inside of me, the spasms of my orgasm, and the screaming of my voice. I wrapped my hands around Jane's face and looked deep inside her as my orgasms came; wave after wave so powerful and intense lights flashed before my eyes and blood rushed through my body like lightning.
I know I'd soaked the sheets; but I didn't care. I couldn't help it anyway. I surrendered to that which was beyond my control. There was only me, my lover, and my pleasure. I finally fell back against the pillows exhausted and spent. Jane lay atop me, her arms wrapped around me, her toy deep inside me. I ran my fingers through her hair as Jane rested. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest heaved. I could feel her heart beat against my own. I kissed her neck many times. I whispered thanks and praise in her ear. I held her, I coddled her, I comforted her. I locked my feet and let Jane rest between my legs.
I'd never known true beauty until this night. I'd never known true love until this moment. I'd never felt so much pain and so much pleasure at once. I imagined so many things about my future with Jane. I thought of her smiling face whenever I would come home. I thought of Angela in her arms. I thought of arguments over what movie we wanted to see or what we wanted for dinner. I thought of many years from now; sitting with Jane on a porch somewhere watching our children play in our yard. Children? Yes children! I smiled. I wanted lots of them with Jane. I wanted many nights just like this one. I wanted to grow old with her, to love her always, to walk through life with my better half at my side. I thought many things as I lay; spent and satisfied. I'd never felt so good. This felt sooo good! We fell asleep without another word. We dreamed good dreams of love, pleasure, and understanding.
