Chapter 1
Jane's body was so hot, Maura could feel the heat through the "Property of BPD Homicide" tshirt she had put on for bed.
Jane had been working so hard on solving an old case of hers, and Maura hadn't expected her to come home that night.
She almost always wore one of Jane's Tshirts when she slept alone.
It made her feel the connection they had, even if she couldn't feel Jane.
She had fallen asleep and was a little petrified when she woke up to the feeling of her breasts being touched.
She smelled scotch.
"Jane?"
Mmmm was all she heard in response.
Jane was spooning her from behind and quickly moved her hand from Maura's breast down to cup her sex.
"Jane?" Maura repeated, wanting to slow down as Jane seemed intent on one thing.
"Jane what happened?
Did you go to the dirty robber?
..
Jane.."
She was cut off by Jane roughly pulling Maura towards her and pushing her onto her back.
Jane immediately crushed her mouth into Mauras.
The kiss took Maura's breath away.
Jane was moving on and placing kisses on Maura's neck when
She heard the tinging of the metal on jane's belt as she removed it from herself.
Now alarms were going off and red flags were going up in Maura's head.
Something was wrong with Jane, and while Maura longed to feel Jane at all times,
She didn't want it this way.
Jane was clearly wasted and probably wouldn't even remember this tomorrow.
"Jane, stop.
What's going on?"
Jane stopped kissing Maura's neck and in one swoop removed her pants and briefs.
They stopped at her ankles because Jane had yet to take her boots off.
Jane then started pulling at the string tying mauras pajama shorts around her hips.
"I want you so bad Maura."
She speaks.
Well slurs out.
But Maura was trying to get control of the situation.
"Jane no"
Maybe Jane didn't hear her..
Jane ripped Maura's shorts off her hips.
Maura yelped in unexpected pain as her shorts were yanked down her hips.
Jane didn't bother taking them all the way off, and left them to rest below maura's knees.
Jane had already pulled her cock out and she was hard.
Now maura was scared.
It wasn't that she didn't want Jane, but she felt like she had no choice at the moment and that terrified her.
Especially since the person taking away her choices was the person she loved and cared for more than anything.
"Jane stop."
Maura's panic was rising. She placed her hand on Jane's chest and pushed.
She wasn't getting through to Jane, but she didn't want to hurt her.
Before she could stop her,
Jane hooked a finger in the crotch of Maura's panties and tugged them to the side.
She pushed her cock all the way inside of Maura and with a deep animal-like groan her head came to rest on Maura's shoulder as she fit perfectly.
Maura shuddered at the intrusion.
Pain.
Neither of them moved for a moment.
Just a moment.
At that moment Maura realized she was no different than the million other woman who had their faith in people abused.
Right then, as she lay there immobilized by her own mind and her lover,
Her thoughts racing, she felt a tear tickle down her left temple.
She stifled an exasperated sigh "Jane.."
But she felt like there was no use.
This was not the same person she thought of as Jane.
It couldn't be.
But there she was, filling her up completely like Jane.
She smelled like whisky and sweat.
Maura stared up at the ceiling.
Feeling as if she were shrinking beneath Jane.
The world was expanding around her, suffocating her and crushing her.
Jane had had began thrusting into Maura.
Her thrust accented by grunts that came from deep within her.
Maura opened her eyes.
The lights were off in the room but Jane had left the door open when she came in
Light from the hallway lamp was glowing in.
Maura focused on the light shining into the dark room as she felt Jane continue to move in and out of her.
Never fully leaving.
She cursed and thanked her body as she felt herself lubricating to accept Jane into her.
She felt Jane getting harder inside of her and winced as Jane removed herself immediately.
Maura was still focusing on the light.
Jane leaned back on her heels and took Maura's shorts the rest of the way off.
Not as concerned with her own pants,
She took hold of each of Maura's ankles in her hand and pushed them closer to Maura so that her knees were bent
And her feet were flat on the bed.
She kissed Maura's knee and held her lips there for a moment.
Maura's eyes darted to Jane's face.
Looking at her for the first time since feeling her intrusion.
She searched her face, still in disbelief that this was her Jane.
Where is she?
Maura wondered.
Maura cursed her thoughts for betraying herself.
She was worrying about Jane and couldn't seem to form a thought other than Jane.
She couldn't will her hand to slap Jane.
She didn't know if it would help.
Jane was wasted.
She seemed almost sedated.
Zombie like, with numb control over her moter funtions.
Jane had began to move in towards Maura's body.
Maura watching her every move, feeling Jane's cock poking at her body
as she ascended.
She hated this.
Her mind was spinning in circles.
Why didn't she just leave..
She could leave now, before anything else happened.
She could leave right now.
She just looked up at the ceiling as Jane stopped inbetween Mauras open legs.
Her cock resting upon Maura's sex.
Jane was now hovering over Maura and
put a hand on Maura's pelvis, keeping her hip planted on the bed.
Maura looked down at Jane and saw her cock was throbbing.
A mix of emotion surrounding Maura's clear thinking.
She could feel how wet she was.
Did she want to stop?
Was it too late to turn back now?
Jane lined her cock up to maura's pussy and fell in.
As far as she could go.
She used her right hand to catch her fall.
Holding herself up over maura with her hand on the pillow under maura's head.
Her groan resonated inside of maura's body.
"Ughhhh. Fuck."
Maura gasped and her legs fell opened wider.
Jane was thrusting so deep into her.
She looked up at Jane and saw that her eyes were closed in pleasure,
Her mouth open to let out shallow breaths with each pump in.
Her thumb had started rubbing Maura's hip,
And maura couldn't help but grind against her while being completely filled up.
Maura's sighs and gasps echoing off of Jane's gasps and grunts.
The sound of flesh hitting as Jane increased her thrusts.
The sound of sex filled the still room.
Putting more power behind each thrust in,
They were both being controlled by their bodies.
"Oh god.
Jane."
Maura felt herself slipping deeper beyond her own reach.
Jane was pounding her relentlessly.
Senselessly.
Jane never fucked her like this.
"Jane" She breathed out when Jane put both of her hands on either side of Maura's head and put everything she had into her thrusts.
Maura's legs were up squeezing Jane between them.
Her hands were sprawled out, gripping the sheets as she closed her eyes and let her mind and body be wrapped up by the pleasure coursing through her.
Jane had stopped making any noise outside of the shallow gasp for air.
Her cock hadn't left maura's body once and maura could feel Jane throbbing inside of her.
She knew Jane was going to release soon.
Inside of her. The thought occurred to Maura.
She felt like she should try to do something but wasn't sure what she could do.
That feeling of being immobilized creeped up on her.
She was trapped under Jane.
She could leave if she made the effort but as Jane put her arms down, under maura's shoulders, her head came to rest in the crook of maura's shoulder and neck.
Making leaving that much more difficult.
Maura felt Jane place one kiss above her right breast as her thrust became shorter and more erratic.
Jane had started to moan once more and Maura knew she would cum any moment.
"Ugghhnn. Maura .." She ground out between moans.
"Jane.." Maura whispered back.
She put her hands on either side Jane's ribs.
She had unconsciously wrapped her body up with Jane's.They moved as one. As she felt another kiss above her breast, Maura wrapped her arms around Jane, and kissed her shoulder.
She hated that she loved Jane so much. How could Jane make the hurt good? But she felt herself completely open up to Jane nonetheless and that familiar tightening in her stomach made her close her eyes again. She felt her orgasm was close as Jane continued to rock her body. "Fuck Maura.. I'm .." Jane drew a harsh breath into her lungs and let out a low gutteral sound as she exploded inside of Maura. Maura let go. Her eyes rolled back and her body shook violently from the orgasm going through her body.
She had never cum so hard before in her life.
Neither one of them moved for a while.
Completely exhausted.
Maura could feel the warm cum slowly coming out of her. She let her arms fall off of Jane onto the bed. Jane gave a small grunt. A protest?
Jane was still inside of her, but Maura felt that she was about to slip out. Her cock was noticeably getting softer.
Maura had to leave now.
She moved up towards the pillows and Jane fell out of her. She looked down at Jane and saw she was sound asleep.She pulled herself out of Jane's embrace and immediately went to the guest bedroom and turned the shower on
As hot as she could stand it.
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She couldn't go back in there with Jane.
She was looking at her reflection in the fogged up mirror. Afraid to see herself clearly.
What if she had changed some how.
If there was something new about her eyes or her lips that would show.. what? Show what?
How afraid she was?
That seemed true, that she was afraid, but Maura didnt want to be afraid of Jane.
She didn't even think she could be but she also thinks Jane may have just raped her so a lot of things aren't making sense right now.
She sees flashes of it all. Jane on top of her, her cock disappearing in and out of her. The light from the hallway and the sound of the sheets under Jane's knees. She looks away from her reflection in anger. The reflection is still fogged but it's coming into focus.
Maura feels cold like blood is leaving her body or just cooling down maybe. Freezing her from the inside out. She puts her hands on the sink to steady herself and watches water drip down her hair and drop onto her hands and the sink. Her eyes watch until she flashes back again. Back to the pleasure of being thoroughly taken. She hadn't intended to orgasm anymore than she intended not to but she felt like all her feelings were being stimulated. Her sexual appetite, fear, anger, pleasure, desire, trust,
love,
all felt tied to her pussy and thoroughly fucked as well.
She didn't know what the hell to think.
One of her hands had travelled to her pussy and she was lightly touching herself.
But her pussy was sore.
She looked up from that to see her reflection, clear, staring back at her in the mirror.
And she didn't know what the hell was happening to her.
Chapter 2
Morning light the next day*
Jane wakes up to the feeling of her hard cock rubbing against the soft silk sheets but any comfort she got from her erection disappeared when she realized the amount of pain radiating from her skull. She felt sick to her stomach dizzy and she had barely even picked her head off the bed.
"oh ughhh fuck" she says and tries to roll over but has some difficulty as she still has her pants on from last night. Coupled with hungover clumsiness every move she makes is difficult.
"what the fuck" Jane says seeing that she even slept in her boots. "Maura?" Jane says looking over the empty bed and taking in the state of things.
"what the hell happened last night? And why am I sleeping alone"
She lays there for a minute. Trying to piece together the night, the last thing she remembers is working on her case..
And frankie wouldn't get off my ass about my case. Certain that he knew more about it than I did even though he just joined the academy.. I ended up telling him off ...
"Oh shit" Jane says knowing she'll probably have to apologize to Frankie. Especially if he's told their mother.
"well I have to get up now and fix this but I need to call bpd and get the day off. .. I can't believe Maura didn't wake me" Jane wondered out loud.
But as Jane hung up her phone she was even more confused. When she'd finally been able to get her boots and pants off and get out of bed, she discovered Maura had already called and gotten them both the day off.
Why would she do that? And where is she? Jane thought to herself. She perked up her ears, attempting to sense Maura through the house, but the house was silent.
Just then Maura's cell buzzed and Jane noticed it was still on the bedside table charging so she went over and picked it up. Trying to recall more from the night before. She remembers staying to work on her case after Frankie left but being stumped by the case again.
She couldn't help cursing herself for not being able to bring this little girl home. She remembers deciding to get a drink before the trip home.
She went to the dirty robber to get a beer alone.
But wait,
And a flood of memories came back to her.
Frankie came up to her at the bar and he was drunk. Slurring his words and cursing. Jane had tried to leave but Frankie landed a punch right to the side of her face and they fought.
It was bad but I can't remember anything else. I must have stayed at the bar and had more drinks..
How did I get home?
Did Maura come and get me?
She was wondering again.
Jane decided to get a shower then resume looking around for her wife when she felt refreshed.
Coming out of the steamy bathroom Jane just regarded the bed as she dried her hair off.
The fitted sheet was coming off of one side and the pillows were in various places over the mattress, the comfortor was almost totally on the floor.
Then Jane noticed a pair of Maura's pajama shorts and panties on the floor by their bed.
"She's not the type of person to leave her underwear on the floor" Jane said aloud.
Was I so drunk that she couldn't sleep with me?
Jane picked up the discarded clothes and put them in the hamper and went ahead to remove the bedding to wash it. Carrying it down the hall to the laundry room she sees the last door on the left, the guest room door, is open and peeks her head in to see if Maura has been found.
"Ya know I thought maybe we'd been robbed and the robbers decided to take you instead of the coffee press" Jane jokes, leaning against the doorway to the room when she see Maura's body in the bed.
She waits for a response but just smiles and leaves when she doesn't get one. As she retreats from the room to continue to the laundry room she is completely oblivious to the panic on Maura's face and the stress and anxiety rolling through her wife's mind and heart. She calls out to Maura, as she gets to the washing machine,
"Ya know I'm sorry for coming home so drunk like that babe."
"I know we don't really drink like that, and honestly I'm not sure why I did. Except that I remember me and Frankie getting into a fight..? It got bad.."
Maura hasn't moved since Jane came in and then left the room. She doesn't want to move, afraid to stir around her, but Jane seems to know she's awake already and seems to want to talk about last night.
"I'm kind of embarrassed" Jane continues from the laundry room. "Apparently I tried to undress myself. I just got my cock out, but I'm sure you saw that"
"god" Maura whispers to herself. Trying to keep her composure at Jane's nonchalance.
"she doesn't remember anything"
And then Maura's panic triples as she hears Jane's footsteps returning.
"Hey" Jane says, standing in the doorway again.
She smiles when Maura meets her eyes and her dimples make Maura's heart flutter, but it doesn't feel good. It feels uneasy and disturbed from it's natural rhythm.
"God, you're so beautiful Maura."
Maura just keeps looking at Jane, knowing if one of them doesn't leave her heart is liable to explode but Jane just comes closer before crouching down by the bed.
"Please don't leave me because I get black out drunk from time to time and get in bar fights" Jane jokes to difuse the tension before getting serious.
"I don't know what I'd do without you." Jane says, taking in Maura's features as she lays in the bed, not wanting to leave it. Only Jane doesn't know it's because of her Maura feels stuck in the bed.
But Maura can't stop it when a tear drops as Jane's hand comes to caress her face.
"hey.." Jane breathes out, "hey don't cry baby" Jane says as she brings her lips to Maura's cheek and kisses the tears.
She leans back to take in Maura's face again but Maura suddenly sits up and pulls Jane to her, crushing her in a hug and Jane is taken off guard. Her and Maura end up falling back onto the bed and Maura keeps holding on for dear life while her body shakes with tears.
"Maura? What's wrong? What is it?" Now Jane is trying not to cry herself. Seeing Maura so upset when she doesnt know why is driving her crazy.
"I .. love.. you .. so.. much.. Jane" Maura gets out between sobs and then an image takes over Jane's mind as she lays with Maura and then the whole night comes rushing back to her and she almost throws up her stomach.
"oh god Maura." Jane stops rubbing Maura's back.
"Maura I'm so sorry" Jane says standing up out of Maura's embrace, horrified at the images bombarding her memory. She places a hand over her mouth as a tear falls from her eyes.
"I .. I.." she stumbles over her words. Looking down at Maura as she sits up on the bed.
"Jane.."
"I'm so sorry Maura." Jane says before she backs out of the room.
Maura can hear movement coming from their bedroom before she hears Jane coming back down the hall. She gets out of the bed to investigate and sees Jane as she passes by the room and heads out to the main area of the house. Jane heads straight to the door before looking back at Maura once before leaving the house.
"Great." Maura says to herself when she's alone again and sinks down to the floor. Completely exhausted.
Chapter 3
She was still so mad at Jane. She was furious with her actually. She had been cycling through emotions since Jane left, crying and sleeping and screaming and feeling nothing, but had settled on pissed as the sun was setting and Jane still hadn't shown up. Jane was just running away and Maura was supposed to wait for her to come back? She could hardly focus on making tea as her thoughts were going a mile a minute. She wanted to run away, she wanted to be okay but she was realizing her world felt upside down now. And no matter what, some things just weren't going to make sense. She couldn't run away from that. And she loved Jane. She knew she would forgive her. Jane raped her and hurt her and she ran away "and I don't want to say I hate her" Maura mumbled to herself.
She had poured tea for herself and found comfort in the sting from the hot mug in her grip.
She wasn't paying attention to that pain anymore though as she got lost in stirring her spoon around the hot liquid. Her eyes glazed over as she flashes back to the moments leading up to Jane forcing herself inside her.
"I can't say I hate her!" Maura yells to the empty house as the crash and shatter of her mug reverberates around the empty kitchen.
Just then Maura hears keys in the lock at the front door before Jane appears through the doorway and takes in Maura's tear stained face. She looks so tired Jane thinks to herself and feels another pang of guilt. She looks down before looking back up to meet Maura's eyes. Maura hasn't stopped looking at her since she came through the door. She looks pissed off too Jane thought.
"You decided to come back?" Maura asks, her voice cold as Jane takes a few steps into the house.
There's a crunch under Jane's boot as she steps on a small piece of porcelain glass and discovers the sound of the crash. There is tea staining the wall and she looks back to Maura who hasn't moved yet, just continues to watch Jane's movements.
"Maura" Jane's voice cracks as tears appear in her eyes, "I can't believe.. I love you so much and I can't believe I hurt... You like that." As she comes around the island to face her wife, Jane falls to her knees in front of Maura and burys her face in the soft fabric of Maura's shirt, she shakes Maura off her stance when she grabs a hold of her hips and starts sobbing.
"I'm so sorry Maura"
It was automatic for her to raise her hand to run through Jane's hair but she hesitated for a moment before she actually brought her hand to rest on top of Jane's head as Jane continued to sob against her.
Maura's anger doubled, her hand was suddenly pushing Jane's head off of her stomach, causing Jane to lose her balance and rock backward but she caught herself on her hands.
Her face showed her surprise as she looked up at Maura who had paused for a moment before she lunged at Jane using both her hands to push Jane back before bringing her fist down on Jane's chest. "I hate you!"
Maura was screaming at the top of her lungs
"I hate you!" And she brought her fist back down on Jane's chest before slapping her, hard, across the face. "--hate you!" This time Jane grabbed her wrists as Maura's fist made contact again.
"Maura, stop!"
Maura was strong, and she was struggling to get her wrists free. She twisted perfectly and broke Jane's grip but Jane just wrapped her arms around Maura's body as she tried to hit her again.
"Maura please stop"
And then, suddenly Maura calmed down.
She was back in Jane's arms, feeling her emotions swirl around her as Jane lightly rubbed the back of her neck. It was soothing and Maura hated that. If Jane knew what soothed her how could she be the one to hurt her like this.
Before she realized it, more tears were streaming silently down her face as she felt Jane's body surrounding her.
Maura stood up slowly over Jane. Looking down at that beautiful confused face got her pissed off again.
It didn't take long for her anger to boil over and she was pushing Jane onto her back again.
"You want me to stop!? Why?
Why should I stop!? Jane! Why should I stop!?
You didn't stop!"
A heavy silence filled the room around them.
Jane didn't know what to say.
She was looking right at Maura and she didn't know what to say.
She hurt her.
She hurt her wife, in one of the worst ways imaginable, and she wanted a guide for how to make it better. She realizes how ridiculous that was then, when she was the person who caused all this. Maura may never be able to forgive her and as it makes sense and gears shift into place in her head, Jane's heart breaks at the frailghty of life.
Here is her love, the better half of her completed soul, broken down to her parts. Exposed and vulnerable and seething with anger because I forced her to have sex.
A crying fit takes over Jane again as she backs up to the wall behind her and hides her face.
Maura is exhausted from the day she's had. She's looking at Jane and barely feels any sympathy because all of this is her. It all came from her. Maura walks past a sobbing Jane to go sit on one of the stools on the other side of the island.
Jane looks up, when she hears Maura's feet pad past. She's just stopped crying but there are still fresh tears on her face.
"Maura I'm sorr--"
"stop! Saying you are sorry. I know you are. It's just gonna take a minute. It's just.. I need.."
"..I need you to take your cock out"
"what?" Jane is utterly confused
"Do I have to repeat myself for you too?" Maura's face is cold, expressionless but Jane can tell Maura isn't dead to her. Still she wanted to do as she was told.
Maybe Maura would feel like she could take some of her power back from Jane.
Jane hesitated briefly before undoing her button fly and pulling her cock out of her briefs. She felt locked into Maura's eyes. Like she was in a trance; or under a magician spell and she couldn't look away but when she saw Maura's eyes break contact to look at her cock, she looked down too.
She was disgusted. She didn't want to look at herself. She looked back up at Maura with a pained expression.
"Maur, what are we doing..?"
"Stroke yourself."
Jane looked back down at her penis. The offending appendage was oblivious to any understanding of it's role, but Jane knew.
"Please, Maura, I really.. don't wanna be hard right now."
Now she can't meet Maura's eyes. Images of the night are flashing around Jane's imagination and her guilt is liable to make her vomit, cry or both.
Maura waited patiently but she repeated herself,
"Stroke yourself."
Jane was looking away towards the door, wanting to be far away and mad that she couldn't leave but she chanced a glance back to Maura to see if she stood a chance of not having to do this.
As she focused her eyes back on the front door she began stroking herself.
Chapter 4
Her fingers were cold on her cock but she didn't intend to enjoy this anyway so she wanted them to stay cold as long as possible.
"Look at me Jane."
Dammit.
I was acting like a kid with broccoli on his plate, pushing it around like I wouldn't have to eventually eat it.
"grip your dick and stroke yourself."
Her eyes, hell, her whole face was radiating that I was just pissing her off by drawing this out.
And her tone removed any rebuttle that may have come from my mouth.
So with my fingers gripping my dick and my eyes on my boots, I started trying to get myself hard.
I could feel her eyes on me.
Watching and tracking.
Loaded barrels that were ready to blast and tear straight through to my center.
I was walking up to my firing squad with my dick in my hands. That's what it felt like.
So I didn't want to see her eyes..
Because what if I'm already dead in them and this is just overkill?
I'm not ready to die. I'm afraid to die. I love my wife.
But I'm afraid to look her in the eyes.
Am I a coward?
Just not ready to accept demise..
And none of this seemed to be working out right anyway. My mind was going a mile a minute, and I could get myself stimulated but how was I supposed to get a boner knowing my wife hates me.
Because I ... abused her.
"Look at me Jane."
But the woodgrain on the stool she's sat on is suddenly so captivating. My eyes travel to her feet resting on the lowest wrung. Her toenails are polished deep purple. They look perfect. Regardless, she'll get them redone a different color or clear soon--
"Jane.."
My subconscious really didn't want to do this. I hadn't realized I let my thoughts run away with me until Maura brought me back from them. I had stopped stroking myself as well.
Not that it mattered, I could barely give myself a semi.
"You stopped stroking."
"Yeah I--"
"I didn't say you could stop."
Then I did look and her eyes were intense.
And they did go right through the center of me.
She had leaned an elbow on the counter beside her and her head was resting in her hand but she pulled the tangled fingers through her tresses when I looked up to meet her eyes.
She let out a tight lipped sigh as she straightened back up, leaning forward slightly and bringing her hands to her lap.
She leveled her stare.
I had already starting pulling on my shaft again, squeezing lightly each time my fingers stroked the tip to create some friction.
And in a most unexpected way, a renewed vigor pulsed through my cock when I looked back into Maura's eyes.
I quickly became lost in the maze, and no matter what, I knew I wouldn't be able to turn around now and just go back the way I came. The longer her eyes held mine, the more hopelessly lost in the maze I became.
If I tried to get my bearings they would be my cock and Maura.
"No you didn't say I could stop.." Jane reiterates. Surprised by Maura's effectiveness at taking control of her body with few words and no touches.
She feels in tuned with Maura anyway, submitted by the power in Maura's dominance.
Maura was never dominate but she was now and Jane's body was reacting to it.
Her throat was dry and she had to swallow before taking in a deep breath, and releasing it through her nose to gain control of her breathing.
The apprehension at stroking herself in front of Maura drained entirely from Jane's body as her hands pump pleasure in with each stroke.
"Are you going to do what I say?"she hears Maura ask, though the words seem to come from further away than Maura is-- Taking longer to reach the rational part of Jane's brain.
"Mmhm" she nods quickly, wrapped up in her pleasure. Her fingers have been replaced by a firmer fisted grip and her breathing is coming at a steady pace again; quick.
The vein on the underside of her dick has fully engorged, and pure stimulated pleasure is radiating through out her body.
"Mmm" I moan out, leaning my head back on the wall and closing my eyes before I think to stop myself.
"Jane open your eyes. Look at me."
Fuck.
Her voice grasps my attention immediately. It's deeper, raspy even. Still cold but not apathetic;
and it gives her away..
I look back into her penetrating stare as another moan resonates inside me. My dick is throbbing a pleasant buzz throughout my body and limbs. Especially one limb in particular and I see Maura's eyes have left mine to gaze at that member.
My breathing is coming in quick shallow gasps and no amount of trying to tone down my excitement would hide how hot this has made me.
But as I looked up to my wife, pleasuring myself and imagining her pleasuring me, I feel a pang of guilt at enjoying the pang of excitement that came from stroking myself in front of her.
This pleasure felt dangerous.
It felt dangerous to be so turned on when it was so wrong, yet, if this is what Maura wants me to do, how can that not be right?
I was getting sucked up into stimulated abyss again and I had to catch myself when I closed my eyes and almost whispered her name. I immediately opened my eyes back up and caught Maura's expression.
It wasn't the cold, hard, stone face locking her away from me anymore..
She had, probably unconsciously, brought her hand back up to support her chin with her elbow resting back on the island beside her.
And now her face had completely opened up and her eyes were shining.
No longer distinguishable amber glows and grey green strokes. Her eyes were more close to coal. I'd never seen them like that.
She had her thumb hooked under her chin and her fingers came to rest, curled over her lips. I watched as her lips slowly parted allowing a finger to pass through and be caught between her teeth.
I was staring, dumstruck, with my mouth open, pulling much needed air into my lungs;
Watching her slowly coming undone as I was almost literally cuming undone.
My cock was leaking.
Having her so close to me, with no right to touch her, brought my attention to how badly I wanted to touch her.
My dick was rock hard and throbbing at the images filling my mind.
I can feel that I'm getting twitchy .
"mmmm!" I hum.
"Does it feel good?"
"mmhm" I answer and nod my head as word formation gets more difficult.
The muscles in my chest and shoulder are flexing with the strain and effort and I feel a soreness on my chest. I'm certain I'll be bruised in a little bit. Bruised like my wife. Strange fruit. . .
She watches me, like a lioness ready to pounce. "Will you cum when I say?"
I nod again, loving how wet with precum my cock is. I look down to watch as my hand continues to slide up and down my shaft quickly and start thrusting my hips a little with each stroke.
My dick is so lubricated by the precum leaking down, one might wonder if there would be any left to cum. But I knew better, I knew when she let me, I would explode.
"What's that Jane?"
"Mmm yes"
"Yes?"
"Yes I'll cum. I'll cum when you want. Mmm fuck" and my dick is so sensative I feel like I'll internally combust if it's not soon.
"I'm throbbing because of you. You're in control, Maura."
"Why?
Because I wasn't in control last night?"
..
Wait what? When I look back up at her I lose my words."Maur--"
"Because you were in control last night Jane?
Because you had to fuck me whether I let you or not?"
It felt like a ton of bricks crashing onto me. I closed my eyes and sank under the pressure.
"No keep stroking yourself, Jane."
I just look up at her begging her not to make me do this but I don't dare open my mouth to speak the words.
"Do it." She breathes out. Her voice, a whistling, freezing wind commanding me to put my face in the blizzard.
I look back down at the hand holding the base of my cock, loathing it's offensive errectness.
"Do it"
I don't look back up at her but I do start stroking myself again. A tear drops and I just want this to be over now.
"Does it still feel good, Jane?"
Fuck. Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.
"Would you rather fuck me or your hand?"
I just look at her and she knows I have no answer for her. I don't think she wanted one.
"Cum Jane."
I open my mouth in surprise but quickly close it as that cold, stone face locks me out again.
I quicken my pace, and settle my eyes back on the front door, I don't want to look at my wife and I don't want to look at myself. I want all of this to disappear.
But I know that's not how this is going to work..My eyes are locked on the deadbolt as my thoughts drift.
..She hadn't been wet at first. Jane remembered that.
And she had said no. She tried to get her to stop. Jane remembered that too.
The precum dripping from her now felt like lava. It was too hot. She had to get this over with so she gripped the head of her cock and began pumping her fist.
"hhm!", she could feel her breaths getting shallower and her abs were tensing with her strokes.
And then release.
"ugnnnngh. Oh! Oh fuck. Oh haa!" She opened her mouth wide to get air.
Hers balls clenched and her cum jetted out of her body.
Thick, warm goo spraying her hand, her pants and her shirt. She kept stroking her length as she covered herself in cum and groaned in relief as she felt the pressure subsiding.
When she drained her cock she put her hands flat on either side of her legs. Loving the cold contrast of the floor from her cock and her cum.
She was still catching her breath when she chanced a glance back to Maura.
Damn.
Maura stare leveled her and took her breath away. Her eyes were lit with passionate fury as she watched Jane.
Who didn't know what to do next. Her boner was disappearing and her cum was soaking into her clothes.
"Maur--"
But before Jane could even finish her name Maura got up from her stool and turned and walked back to their spare bedroom without another word.
Jane flinched at the force closing the door behind her before shaking her head at this mess she was in.
"FUCK!" She yelled at the emptiness filling the room.
Fuck...
A/N ill proof read again manana hopefully ;) enjoy