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Please find the full disclaimers in the beginning of Chapter 1.


Chapter 47

Jane closed the laptop and stood up, placing it carefully by the office desk, before walking slowly to where Maura was still leaning against the living room door.

Maura could feel the current of energy running underneath Jane's skin – the electricity was almost palpable as Jane's taller frame moved flush with her. Maura looked up, her hazel eyes almost crossed given how close they were and their height difference, hypnotized by how dark the chocolate brown ones looked above her. She could see Jane's delicate nostrils slightly flaring. All combined, Maura could safely say Jane was displaying all of the by-the-book signs of sexual arousal, and Maura felt herself shivering deliciously in anticipation.

"Do you mean it?" Jane husked, her voice an octave lower than usual.

"Mean what?" Maura asked, unsure of what Jane was asking her about.

She saw Jane swallowing hard. "What you wrote… Would that feel good to you?"

"You don't need to do it because I wrote about it..." Maura offered Jane a way out.

"I want to do it. I just didn't know how or where to begin… But that… That gave me a blueprint for a starting point… As long as you mean what you wrote… Would what you wrote feel good to you?" Jane asked again.

Maura inhaled, and Jane could see hazel eyes disappear in a moment around rapidly dilated dark pupils. "Yes." Maura breathed.

Jane moved a hand to rest on Maura's hip, the other moved behind Maura's neck. Slender fingers caressed the base of a nape while Jane's mouth descended for a fiery kiss.

Maura knew each human being was unique. Each person had their own weak spots. One of hers was her nape. The moment Jane's fingertips touched her nape, digging for and holding her hair there, Maura felt her knees grow weak, and she knew she was a goner, wildfire spreading through her veins, and there would be no stopping now until it burnt. She held on for dear life with her two arms around Jane's neck.

Jane was an out-of-this-world creature. She moved slowly, but intensely. And that was an intoxicating combination for Maura's senses.

Maura was so consumed by the sensations Jane's touches were provoking on her that she didn't realize Jane had steered them carefully from the living room door where Maura had been leaning against, and moved them to the bedroom. Maura only noticed when the back of her leg touched lightly the foot of the bed, and she broke their kiss momentarily to look sideways.

Jane took full advantage of the fact Maura deviated her head to the side, and moved to kiss Maura's delicate jaw line, before moving her lips along the column of Maura's neck. Maura leaned her head back, her long honey blonde hair cascading behind her, exposing more of her flesh to Jane's lips. Jane hummed in pleasure – tasting and inhaling Maura was intoxicating to her. When Jane's lips found Maura's pulse point and paused there, a tip of a tongue tentatively tasting, Maura could not hold back a gasped moan. The sound seemed to awaken something else in Jane, who slowly slid her hands underneath the fabric of Maura's lounge blouse. Jane sighed contentedly as her rough hands found the silky skin of Maura's flat abdomen and soft back.

"You feel so warm, and soft, and silky…" Jane whispered against the crook of Maura's neck, as she continued to kiss her there.

Jane's low voice whispered against her heated skin threatened to rob Maura of her senses.

And the little whimpers reverberating through Maura's throat as Jane continued to kiss her just fueled Jane further.

Jane moved one hand up Maura's side, under the blouse, until her thumb was just under the curve of Maura's bra cladded breast. Her other hand slipped down, palming a supple ass, and pulling Maura even closer to her, their bodies flush. Maura gasped, and Jane sighed, satisfied, moving her kisses across Maura's throat, to lavish the other side of her neck, slowly, ever so slowly, until tracing a path just below Maura's ear, and sucking Maura's delicate earlobe into her warm mouth, what caused Maura to moan.

Jane moved to look into heavy lidded hazel darkened eyes as she moved her hands to the hem of Maura's blouse and began to lift it, as if silently asking for permission. Maura granted it by simply lifting her arms, making Jane's task easier.

Jane looked mesmerized at the perfection that was Maura's torso in a bra. She had seen Maura in similar stages of undress before, but never before Jane had allowed herself the privilege of admiring what she saw without the fear of being caught.

And Maura felt deeply and thoroughly loved by the unhurried way Jane was traveling her eyes over every inch of her exposed skin, her hands resting on Maura's hips.

"You are absolutely gorgeous…" Jane husked, smiling gently at Maura.

And Maura blushed. Because this was not someone trying to woo her – she was already Jane's, and Jane knew it. But the awe in Jane's eyes and in her voice touched something deep within Maura.

Jane guided Maura by the hip, and gently lowered Maura into her bed, moving to lie by Maura's side.

Without deviating her eyes from Maura's, Jane moved to kiss her, an open-mouthed kiss, slow, leisure, savoring the unique taste that was Maura's. Maura moaned out loudly and Jane practically drank her moan.

Jane's mouth moved to kiss the freckles on Maura's shoulders, the dip in her collarbone, the swell of her breast escaping the lace of the bra. Maura dove her fingers in Jane's dark curls, massaging Jane's scalp, and helping keeping Jane where Maura was enjoying her ministrations the most.

One of Jane's hands moved behind Maura's back in bed, and her fingers quickly undid the clasp of the bra, while the other hand pushed down a strap and then the other, to remove it completely.

Perfection. Jane had no other word to describe Maura's firm and generous breasts. One hand gently cupped one breast, a thumb ghost caressing an already erect pink dusk nipple, and the skin puckered to a peak. Jane descended kissing around the other nipple, her lips teasing the puckered skin of the areola, until her warm mouth closed around the nipple, and she sucked it in.

Jane was not sure if the loud moan resonating in her head was hers, or Maura's, or both. The feeling of Maura's engorged flesh in her mouth sent an electric shock through Jane's body straight to her core.

Maura's hands flew to entangle in dark tresses, keeping Jane in place, while Maura mumbled: "Yessss… Right there…". Jane alternated sucking with licking, flicking her tongue gently, and even grazing her teeth, what caused Maura to arch her back pushing herself further into Jane's mouth. This left no doubt in Jane's mind that Maura was enjoying this. Jane switched sides, moving her mouth to the other breast and nipple, and replacing it by her hand on the one she was kissing before.

"Fuck." Maura gasped, and Jane had to chuckle. Maura never cursed or used crude words.

Jane felt she could easily spend eternity worshiping Maura's body, and she needed more.

Her mouth still on Maura's breast, Jane moved her hands gently down, in a warm caress over a smooth abdomen, before her fingers hooked on the elastic of yoga pants, tugging them down lightly. Without missing a beat, Maura helped lifting her ass from bed to make it easier for Jane to remove her pants.

Jane paused to observe for a moment Maura's body only in her panties, and decided that the panties also needed to go. Again, her fingers hooked on the elastic band of the panties, and Maura shimmied out of them as Jane pulled them down Maura's shapely legs.

There, gloriously naked, and more beautiful than Jane believed anyone had the right to be, laid Maura Isles. Jane's girlfriend. Jane ran her hands slowly and gently up well sculpted legs, caressing muscles, sliding over silky-smooth skin.

"You are perfect…" Jane husked, her eyes travelling the length of Maura's naked body purposefully.

Jane's hand cupped a mons, as Jane laid down again by Maura's side, as Maura gasped and whimpered.

"Please, Jane…"

Jane moved to kiss Maura's mouth, her tongue moves mimicking the move of her fingers through Maura's folds, and she swallowed Maura's obscene moan and one of her own as her fingers found Maura wet and ready.

Jane teased around Maura's clit with leisure strokes, and Maura whimpered, opening her eyes in a silent plead to Jane. Jane moved to slide one finger slowly and deep into Maura's core, and broke the kiss when Maura leaned her head back to moan. Jane continued kissing Maura's neck, as she pulled her finger out and slid two fingers slowly into Maura, and was happy to feel Maura buckling her hips to meet Jane's hand.

Jane repositioned herself so she could comfortably lie observing Maura, their bodies flush, Jane's hand working its magic while her other arm held Maura's body tightly to her. Maura kept as much eye contact as she could. Every now and then her eyes would roll back in pleasure, and she would moan and gasp and whimper out loud, but she would always return them to the intense chocolate brown gaze that was lovingly observing her, attentive to her every reaction.

Jane could feel Maura increasing the pace of her buckling against Jane's fingers – Maura was trying to ride her fingers. Feeling Maura's inner muscles begin to clench and unclench around her digits, Jane moved to lay slightly on top of Maura, adding the pressure of her own body weight to the depth of her fingers, and moving her thumb to brush Maura's clit. Jane let Maura dictate the pace, and increased her speed and intensity as she felt Maura's hips buckling faster and harder against her hand and her lower body, until Maura tensed in an impossible arch and Jane's name escaped from Maura's mouth in a sighed moan.

Jane watched mesmerized as Maura came undone, her pelvis chasing Jane's hand even as her insides convulsed in a powerful orgasm. And Jane kept her pace up until she felt Maura going completely limp beneath her, panting hard.

Jane laid down, bringing the naked limp body to lay comfortably on top of hers, holding Maura tightly as she felt the mad thumping of Maura's heart against her own chest.