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Please find the full disclaimers in the beginning of Chapter 1.
Chapter 17
Maura felt a delicious shiver of anticipation shake her, before she cupped Jane's jaw, tilting her face to look at Maura.
"I want you too, Jane…" Maura declared, before kissing Jane sensuously. "Why don't you begin by doing to me what you like done to you? I can almost bet we enjoy most of the same things…" Maura whispered sultrily.
"And what if you don't enjoy something?" Jane asked sheepishly.
"I promise to tell you…" Maura reassured Jane gently.
Jane nodded, and used one hand to gently move Maura's hair out of the way, bunching the silky strands into her hand as she moved to kiss Maura's cheek tenderly, before she slowly created a path of kisses all the way to the base of Maura's ear.
Maura sighed satisfied as Jane dragged her bottom lip slowly, kissing thoroughly the extension of Maura's neck.
"You smell so good, and your skin is so soft…" Jane husked against the crook of Maura's neck, and Maura hummed at Jane's warm breath against her already flushed skin.
Jane covered the space across Maura's throat to the other side of her neck in the same fashion, kissing her slowly and thoroughly, just moving her hands to get Maura's hair gently out of the way.
She then moved one hand lower, to find its way under the hem of Maura's sweater, splaying it over Maura's flat belly.
Maura gasped as pleasure coursed through her veins.
"Sorry… Is my hand cold?" Jane whispered by Maura's ear as she kissed the soft skin there.
"No…" Maura breathed. "It is just that this is so much better already than anything I ever experienced before…"
It was true. Maura had been to more rodeos than she would ever admit to count, sex had always been a need like hunger or thirsty, to be sated.
But this… Having a lover that knew her exactly for who she was and still stuck with her… Who had defended her and always put Maura's needs ahead of Jane's own. And this lover moving as if worshiping every inch of her, without any hurry… This was bliss like none Maura had ever experienced. Maura had never felt touched with such reverence and gentleness. Jane's focus and intensity was a massive turn on.
"Really?" Jane asked, her lips sucking lightly on Maura's pulse point.
"Yes…" Maura panted.
Jane moved her other hand under Maura's sweater, following the curve of her thin torso, at the same time as her lips gently moved up Maura's jaw and chin to find Maura's mouth again. And Jane captured Maura's lips in a kiss as she moved her hands reverently under the sweater to cup Maura's breasts, and to find Maura was not wearing a bra.
Maura whimpered softly while kissing Jane, the pleasure elicited by Jane's touch running like electricity through her body straight to her core. Jane felt erect nipples poking her scarred palms, and kneaded Maura's flesh gently as Maura gasped and arched her back, trying to increase the pressure between her breasts and Jane's hands. Jane understood the silent plea, and her touches become firmer, as Maura moaned and broke the kiss to gasp. "That feels so good, Jane…"
Jane continued her gentle ministrations, while her lips found again the path to Maura's ear leaving light kisses on its wake.
"Should we take this to the bedroom?" Jane suggested in her husky voice.
"Yesssss…." Maura hissed, her hands holding Jane's forearms to keep her hands in place as they raised in tandem, Jane guiding Maura backwards as they maneuvered through the short corridor to Jane's bedroom, where she closed the door to avoid any cold air draft.
Jane pulled her hands from under Maura's sweater and Maura whimpered disappointed, but Jane only pulled the covers from her bed sideways, before her hands moved again to the hem of Maura's sweater, while her eyes searched Maura's in a silent permission. Maura simply raised her arms in an obvious response, and Jane pulled the sweater off Maura.
She paused a moment to observe the work of art in front of her. Maura was beautiful – Jane always admired her. But seeing her like this, her silky hair cascading over naked shoulders and chest, was mesmerizing. She moved a hand to support Maura's breast, while she lowered her face until she could kiss the firm flesh gently, and take a hard pink dusk nipple in her warm mouth. Jane felt Maura's hands urgently tangling into her hair to hold her in place while she arched her back and moaned out loud.
Jane hummed satisfied, her hum reverberating through Maura's ribcage. The taste and texture of Maura's skin was driving Jane crazy. She sucked and flickered her tongue lightly over the nipple, feeling Maura buckle and hiss in reaction, before she released the nipple with a pop and moved to apply the same treatment to the other one.
One of her hands was behind Maura's back, slowly caressing up and down and sustaining Maura's arched position, while the other rested over a curvy hip, playing with the elastic band of Maura's yoga's pants.
When Jane let go of the other breast, she raised her face to look into Maura's eyes, as her hand pulled on the elastic of Maura's pants. Maura nodded at her lightly, and Jane pulled it down, letting it pool down Maura's legs. Jane's hand caressed the curve of the hip and the supple ass, before she hooked her fingers on the elastic of Maura's panties to pull them down as well. Maura shimmied out of them, stepping to the side, standing naked in front of Jane.
Jane let her loving gaze go over every inch of exposed skin from the goddess standing in front of her. Maura could feel Jane was worshipping her with her observant eyes.
When Jane stepped closer, Maura pushed a hand on her chest.
"Ah-ham…"
"What?" Jane raised concerned eyes at Maura.
"I need to feel your skin against mine…" Maura whispered, her hands moving to pull on the hem of Jane's sweater.
Jane blushed and smiled at her, raising her arms above her head as Maura pulled on the sweater. Jane had to lean forward to make it accessible for Maura to pull it all the way through. Maura watched the dark nipples were already hardened to a point, begging for her fingers to touch. Jane gasped when Maura touched her breasts, and could not hold back a "God" when Maura's mouth latched on one of them. It was Jane's turn to bury her hands in Maura's silky hair, caressing Maura's scalp and gently guiding Maura.
Maura's hands moved to Jane's pants, deftly undoing the strings that kept Jane sweatpants in place, and letting it pool by Jane's feet. She switched her attention to Jane's other breast, while she let her hand slip to touch Jane over her boy's shorts, that were already drenched with arousal. Jane moaned a "Maura…" and Maura felt herself getting wetter just to know she had been the one provoking this to Jane. She used her two hands to get rid of Jane's boy shorts, and holding to Jane's hips, guided Jane to step out of the pooled clothes on the floor.
