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Please find the full disclaimers in the beginning of Chapter 1.
Chapter 48
Bliss. That was the only word that came to Jane's blank mind. She loved Maura. Maura loved her back. Maura was alive. And there with her. And Jane had just made sweet love to Maura for the very first time. And Jane was pretty sure she had been able to please Maura. And now Maura was there, laying safely in Jane's arms. If this wasn't bliss, Jane was not sure what bliss was any longer.
Jane felt a soft kiss to her neck, as Maura sighed, climbing down from the high Jane had taken her to.
"I love you, Jane Rizzoli." Jane felt, more than heard, Maura's words against her skin.
"I love you more…" Jane teased, kissing the crown of Maura's head, a hand drawing idle patterns on the skin of Maura's naked back.
It took a few moments more for Maura to gather her thoughts and roll on top of Jane, so her eyes were level.
Jane was mesmerized by the bright hazel pools, and by the soft grin illuminating Maura's features.
"Hi…"
"Hi…"
Maura craned her face down to kiss Jane softly.
"You know you just proved I am a terrible writer…"
"What?" Jane furrowed her brow, confused, but Maura smiled coyly at her.
"My piece of hot steamy fiction didn't hold a candle to what you just did to me…"
Jane blushed but grinned widely, tightening her hold to Maura. She wanted to stay in this moment forever. Bliss.
"I take you enjoyed it?"
"Immensely…" Maura blushed and nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Will you let me show you how much I enjoyed it by reciprocating it?" She was not sure if Jane was ready to let Maura love her the same way.
Jane blushed a deeper shade of red, but nodded vigorously.
"It is endearing… And cute… to see the most badass woman I have ever met blush this intensely…"
Jane chuckled. "I don't remember anyone ever referring to me as 'cute', Dr. Isles."
"Only when you blush…" Maura rectified, before dipping her head for a passionate kiss.
As Maura's hands began to roam Jane's body, she whispered against Jane's lips. "And you are frustratingly overdressed for what I intend to do to you…"
Jane laughed, but her laughter got strangled by a gasp when Maura's deft hands sneaked under her t-shirt and firmly touched her abs and her sides.
Maura used the opportunity to descend on an open-mouthed kiss that robbed Jane from any air, her entire being concentrated in their connected mouths, only the back of her mind registering Maura's gentle touches on her skin under her t-shirt.
When Jane broke the kiss, panting, Maura grazed her pearly teeth lightly against the tight skin of Jane's jaw, and Jane felt her entire body reacting to Maura's expert touch.
Jane's brain was still trying to catch up with her body, when she felt Maura tugging on the hem of her t-shirt as Maura sat in bed. Jane lifted her torso slightly from bed, raising her arms, and Maura pushed the fabric out of her way. Using the fact there was some space by Jane's back, Maura moved her hands to quickly undo the clasps from Jane bra, and slid the straps from Jane's lifted shoulders, before letting Jane lay down again, her dark hair fanned around her chiseled face like the halo of a Greek goddess with olive skin.
Maura leaned forward again, kissing Jane deeply, while her hands gently moved to cup perky breasts, nipples erected even before Maura's hands touched them. Maura carefully tweaked Jane's nipples, and Jane gasped and whimpered, before Maura created a slow path of delicate kisses through Jane's throat until taking a nipple in her mouth. Maura bit Jane lightly, immediately soothing her with her tongue, and Jane moaned obscenely loudly, bringing a satisfied smile to Maura's lips.
Jane was about to realize the advantages of having a girlfriend with an almost unlimited knowledge of human anatomy, and who was very familiar with the limits between pain and pleasure.
When Maura moved her mouth to the other nipple, offering similar attention, she felt Jane diving her fingers in Maura's honey blonde curls and pulling her down, at the same time lifting herself up, desperate to keep and increase contact.
Maura's hand kept firmly mapping Jane's negative abs, a part of Jane she always admired. It was toned, delineated, it was almost a medical impossibility. Her fingertips played on ridges and Jane kept gasping and whimpering, transformed into putty in Maura's hands.
Maura slid her hand further down, slipping it under the elastic band of Jane's pants, and under the band of Jane's boy shorts. She let go of Jane's nipple, to move back to look into Jane's eyes as her hand first touched Jane's wetness.
The expression of pleasure in Jane's eyes before they rolled back in her head told Maura all that she needed to know.
Maura kissed Jane leisurely, her fingers drawing light patterns around Jane's clit. Maura was drinking Jane's moans, and gasps, and whimpers, feeling on top of the world.
"Maura, please…" Jane pleaded, and Maura was sure that if she asked Jane, Jane had not the slightest idea what she was pleading for. But Maura knew.
She removed her hand and Jane whimpered, her eyes urgent into Maura's.
But Maura needed her two hands to remove Jane's pants and panties in a single move.
Maura had always appreciated Jane's long, graceful limbs. Her long legs looked endless. Maura began kissing her way up from Jane's ankles, slowly and diligently making her way to the soft skin of Jane's inner thigh, while she moved her hand in the same fashion on the other leg.
As Maura approached her target, she pushed Jane's legs slightly apart, and used her elbows to keep her like that as she leaned down, taking her first taste of Jane.
Jane's loud moan and the strength of her reaction was all the response Maura needed.
Maura settled down comfortably, decided to take her time, using her own weight to prevent Jane from buckling up. Maura used her tongue on Jane's folds, in a slow, intense caress, before she briefly suckled on Jane's clit.
Jane's expletives were erratic, and made Maura chuckle. Maura knew that Jane was so turned on that she wouldn't last if Maura kept her pace. So Maura changed her focus, moving her tongue inside Jane. Maura thought she heard a "God, Maura…" but it was muffled by Jane's thighs around her head. Maura kept her pace deliberately slow, tasting, exploring her way inside Jane, taking her sweet time tasting Jane from every possible angle, until she felt Jane's slender fingers urgently tangling in her hair.
Maura raised her eyes to meet desperate chocolate brown ones, Jane's thighs shaking around Maura's head and shoulders, Jane's other hand grabbing at a handful of bedsheets, and Maura knew it was time to let Jane find her release.
Maura replaced her tongue with two fingers, inserting them slowly and deep into Jane's core, as she moved her tongue and lips to give full attention to Jane's clit. Maura began spelling her name slowly, with the tip of her tongue, and she could feel Jane's inner muscles clenching around her fingers when she was still on the R. She sucked Jane's clit between her lips, and began flickering it with her tongue, while her fingers pumped with abandon inside Jane, curling in a come-hither motion on their way out. When Maura felt Jane's trembling had spread to her abdominal muscles too, she removed her weight, allowing Jane to move of her own volition, and Jane chased the last strokes that pushed her completely over the edge, her body arched up, and Maura's name screamed in an explosion of pleasure.
