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It had been a very difficult case that lasted nearly three weeks. Eighteen long days - literally! Jane and Maura have n-e-v-e-r gone beyond a couple of days without “doin’ it” as Jane likes to shorthand it…much to Maura’s dismay. It still fascinated the grammarian how Jane could not bring herself to use the proper terminology for sex, let alone discuss it. Though as the literal woman thought of her lover…she made up for it in spades on how to “do it” right; so, overlooking this point was not especially difficult. Yes, Jane was very proficient at arousing her…and satisfying her in the most perfectly primal ways. Maybe this is why she and Jane complemented each other – Maura was the logical, literal and verbal while Jane was the feeler, doer and actor – a real-life action figure, Maura mused. Just these thoughts caused a twinge in her lower region, making the forlorn doctor clench her thighs and take a few deep yoga breaths to calm herself.
Maura shook her head as if this could filter her orderly mind now that the case was finally closed, and her part was completed. She was home; having just walked through the door at Beacon Hill, the home she and Jane have been sharing for over 6 months now. Six months is not a long time for typical couples, but they are very rare in the sense that they’ve been a “couple” for months and months and months already though only recently making it official, exclusive and now cohabitating. It could be said from research and statistics that they were still in the honeymoon stage. The more Maura contemplated her exact feelings, thanks to Jane’s influence, this is their house but Jane is her true home.
The honey-blonde beauty sighed as she realized how quiet the house was for the moment without her rowdy detective at home or the Rizzoli clan around, for that matter. Then she found herself hoping Jane was caught up with the pile of paperwork she spied on her desk when she kissed her goodbye on her way out the squad room door. In recollection, Maura had turned on her heels away from Jane, and gave what she hoped was a pleading look to Sargeant Detective Korsak as she passed his desk on her way to the elevators. The typically direct and outspoken doctor hoped her look was the correct one to convey to him to please not keep Jane too late. Maura was not the queen of subtlety, but she knew Jane never liked her business aired…especially personal business, regardless of being out to family, friends and co-workers. Jane was still very conservative in her public life and not much more open in her private life, either. The equally blunt sergeant gave the doc he had come to love as a member of their extended police force family a little nod as if to tell her he’s got her back and wished her a good weekend.
Now that she was home, having slipped off her 4-inch Louboutin heels neatly at the front door, the diminutive doll made her way to the well-stocked wine fridge to see what would tickle her palette. While she was not a praying woman, she gave a nod to the universe to be on her side tonight because she was wanting, not solely for wine but for more carnal activities. She was looking to quench her deep, inherent desires…because it-had-been-too-long – she was sexually frustrated. Her mind replayed the “see you later” kiss with Jane earlier and but for the fact that Jane didn’t squirm at the “pda” in the squad room, she knew Jane was feeling the sexual depravation too. While the doctor was quite literal, it was a sign even she could read: a faint whimper emitted from Jane’s throat as the chaste, longer kiss ended. This was not typical Jane behavior in or around the precinct to possible prying eyes.
With these daydreams swimming in her distracted mind and since the warm weather had finally descended upon Boston after a long dreary winter, she decided on a young, crisp Sauvignon Blanc to start the spring season off on the right note. Left to her own abilities to get a wine glass from the top side cabinet to the left of the refrigerator, the height challenged woman stood up on her toes to get herself the right vessel which was very crucial to enjoying her selection properly. Once down to the floor and purely out of habit, the fastidious doctor adjusted her dress that had bunched up around her waist. She smoothed down the material and proceeded to turn around to the bottle opener drawer, she sensed a change in the air. She glanced up to see Jane standing at the edge of the open kitchen with a look in her eyes she had not seen in a while – longing. Maura may not be proficient with social cues but with Jane it was different, and that “look” was unmistakable. With eyes locked on each other’s, she gave her a beguiling smile to let her know that the unspoken feelings were mutual; yet the doctor was glued to the floor waiting for Jane to make a move.
Jane did not disappoint and confidently pranced around the kitchen bar to get to Maura in seconds. When she reached her, she twirled her to pin her gently yet securely against the counter into place. The near crazed look in Jane’s eyes had made Maura’s heart rate accelerate and the pumping distracted her for moments thinking about how this feeling was what confirms life in humans in a scientific, mechanical way. But if she had to be honest with herself, it was the pulse between her legs that was commanding her immediate attention. The glass for wine and the wine for that matter were pushed aside and forgotten. This was what reminded her of how nearly three weeks was a long time to not have an orgasm…an orgasm with Jane and by Jane to be exact.
Maura’s breath shallowed in a short period of time in Jane’s tight embrace. The nuzzling and laving of her neck with Jane’s obvious arousal was filling the void at the apex of her thighs, driving her into a small frenzy. The dark-haired beauty knew exactly what effect she was having on her lover and was not going to stop anytime soon because she too was on edge.
Between breaths, moans and now deep tongue arousing kisses, Jane was able to get out some words, none of them were a greeting but brief: “oh…babe…I’m beyond. You?”
Maura usually the articulate one but not now, breathed into her mouth, “hmmm…Jay…beyond ready.”
Jane wasn’t exactly sure what state of readiness her lover meant so she was just going to go by feel and see if they were on the same page. She didn’t come through the door expecting to find Maura in the position she was in. But when she saw her up on her toes with her shapely backside nearly exposed, her imagination ran wild. She felt a tad bad jumping right in but enough was enough. She couldn’t see her doctor at work for anything but work and patience were not the lithe creature’s strength. Jane had essentially come home for the last weeks for the four s’s: shit, shower, shave and sleep. She wished the fifth s – sex, was in that mix but she barely got sleep, never mind that! She shook her head (inwardly) to clear it to stay focused on what was available to her now that wasn’t for nearly three plus weeks! Right now, was not the time to ponder anything. She was too on the brink of busting out of her trousers that were becoming increasingly tighter the longer she rubbed herself against the front of Maura…and the deeper and more frenetic their kisses were becoming.
Jane had cupped Maura’s slim backside through her dress and leveraged it to grind into her. As she felt her desire getting harder, all she could think about was, “I hope the side door is locked.” Because the last thing they needed right now was a cock-block from one loving yet overbearing Angela Rizzoli. As this thought left her mind, Jane quickly pondered that she might not be able to stop, and recover being so consumed with lust right now. As if Maura could read her mind, she mumbled into her mouth, “I checked earlier…it is locked.” She got an appreciative grunt from her paramour who then made a move and hiked up her dress to her waist. Not to be left out and without preamble, Maura rubbed Jane’s sex through her pants and nearly caused herself to climax as she felt the cock standing at full attention and nearly peeking up out of her work slacks.
Jane quickly boosted Maura onto the kitchen bar and pulled her panties down both legs quickly dropping them to the floor. No words needed to be shared. And just like that, face planted into her wet, waiting warmth with a skilled tongue getting busy. Before laying back, Maura grabbed Jane’s head with both hands and guided her as she raised her knees up with feet planted on the surface so she could plunge and swirl her eager tongue into and around her drenched opening. Maura’s moans and pants bounced off the kitchen walls, making Jane weak in the knees and sought some relief herself.
Her erection had become painful as her penis was captive not only in unforgiving pants but compression briefs too. So, she swiftly unlatched her belt, pushed the zipper down and forced her clothing to her ankles with practiced moves; all without missing a beat in Maura’s crotch. Her penis was so engorged, it stood there tight and red aiming right at Maura’s ready pussy. She stood up, scootched Maura forward off the counter while holding her close with her right arm. The needy detective reached for her throbbing rod…and so did the doctor because Maura never missed an opportunity to touch Jane intimately. As they both brought the pulsing tool to her opening, Jane slowly lowered her onto it – to-the-hilt as both moaned with abandon after several moments of adjustment. Maura held herself as best she could by putting her one hand atop Jane’s strong shoulder and the other on the counter while Jane worked her body upward, pounding into her as if on a mission. Though aware of being in each other’s arms, the overwhelming lust had them sweating, chasing their own climaxes with now familiar rhythm. It took less time than usual for Jane’s balls to tighten at the feel of Maura’s walls clenched around her cock and dirty talk to spill out from Maura’s proper mouth. During the hot activity, Jane made sure to hold her love securely as she stiffened and shot her load into Maura’s comforting warmth; while the blonde beauty followed and arched her back, laying back onto the counter to finish her own orgasm.
After a few minutes to catch their breaths, Jane reached down to tenderly pull Maura up into her arms to comfort her. They each started to chuckle with a collective thought at how quickly everything escalated. Jane’s chuckle was nervous because they hadn’t had this type of sex…yet - frantic. “Uh, Maur? I know you’re alright but…are you alright? Ya’ know, did I hurt you?” Jane was always very soft with Maura, very gallant in the way she handled her body. Maura knew immediately why Jane looked sheepish, concerned and put her love’s mind to rest. “Jay, yes, I am alright,” as she ran her hands softly through agitated dark curls and making the effort of direct eye contact so Jane could see the sincerity in her reply. “Actually, I am more than alright. I was overdue, as you were, and doing it myself was just not sufficient,” she chuckled. “So, you have nothing to worry about. And you know if I was uncomfortable with anything we did, I would tell you.” Jane gave her a very long smooch after she was done explain rambling and ended it with a long, tight embrace and side to side neck nuzzle to convey her own unspoken feelings.
Apparently, Maura wasn’t done speaking, though. “As a matter of fact, I was hoping we were just getting started because there are a few areas of your body that I felt deprived of enjoying…not that I am complaining,” she added with a Cheshire cat grin. Jane liked this Maura best…the confident woman, the one who made her heart zing, the one who loved her, unconditionally. “Well, okay, then, ditto. How about we order in some Thai and keep our party for two going?” Jane offered. Maura just smiled as she slipped off the counter, smoothed down her dress and gathered her panties and twirled them on her finger walking toward the stairs to their room. Jane was busy wiping herself while watching the love of her life walking, talking and teasing her. “I’m all for it. Meet you back here in twenty. Oh, and Jane?” “Hmmm?” asked the besotted dark tressed beauty. “Please be sure to sanitize the countertop.” “Yup, you got it.”
To anyone who did not know them, one might think that the two were smitten from the outset of their meeting but that was not the genesis of Jane and Maura. No, it was a rocky start when Maura, the new governor appointed Medical Examiner of the State of Massachusetts mistook Jane for a streetwalker when she was working undercover in Vice. The unaware doctor came upon who she thought was a scantily dressed prostitute in 4-inch thigh-high boots adding to her already amazonian height, arguing with the café worker over not having enough money to pay. Ever the philanthropist, the well-to-do honey-haired Boston socialite, tried to give the statuesque woman money for her coffee and snack. As the detective turned to tell off the woman chattering in her ear, she spied her gloved hand trying to put money in hers. That event made a poor first impression on Jane who found out soon enough who the bothersome person was in relation to her work life.
Because of her success in Vice, Jane was soon promoted to Homicide detective. This meant she had entered the realm of the pesky, although dazzlingly beautiful, warm olive-green eyed with gold flecks and wavy-haired stunner ME she encountered. It took a few long months of meeting at crime scenes and working together to smooth things over between the two. The two women eventually became work friends after fits and starts as the detective had started to understand the unique, quirky personality of the pathologist. Then meddlesome but well-meaning Italian/American Angela Rizzoli, Jane’s ma and precinct mensch, took matters into her own hands, having noticed the chemistry between the two, and invited Maura to the Rizzoli family Sunday dinner. Jane was surprised but didn’t object and Maura was ecstatic having been included in a familial occasion, unlike her own “stiff upper lip” upbringing. Soon afterward, they acknowledged they needed to take the friendship to the next level, agreeing to do more activities outside of work.
Jane jumped at the opportunity to engage the unique woman in an outside of work activity sooner than later. She pictured them playing ice hockey, or softball, so she prodded Maura into flipping a coin with the winner choosing the activity. Before Jane could offer a coin for the toss, the doctor reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a two-headed silver dollar. Little did Jane know the astute doctor was not without her own tricks of using the coin for guaranteed victory. By this time in their friendship, she knew Jane was gentlewomanly toward her and took advantage of it. And right as rain; as was her m.o. with Maura, Jane let her use her offered coin and call it in the air, after Maura gave her smoldering puppy-dog eyes. This was the first time Jane felt something different with her own reaction and feelings toward Maura. There was a pang in her heart and a tell-tale twitch in her pants that thankfully for the gaff she wore daily, it wasn’t apparent to anyone but her. It was that look; an undeniable gaze held a little too long in Maura’s eyes toward her that made the detective consider the doctor was possibly aware of a shift in their friendship.
Yoga was the activity the doctor chose, and Jane could do nothing but agree. But in true Jane fashion, she complained and tried to get her friend to change her mind to hit softballs out at the ball field she and her younger brother liked to go to, to let off steam. Maura was as relentless as Jane and stuck to her choice. The cranky detective stopped her complaints…once the instructor began to speak. Maura was in the habit of wearing designer yoga attire, while Jane, the athlete of the two, wore her typical loose sweatpants and an arm displaying tank top. The doctor could barely keep her eyes on her own mat when the yogi guided them through the routines. It was during the final Stretch Yin Yoga for legs and groin, when Maura looked up and saw the unusual outline of Jane’s private area. She softly gasped. Her in-depth knowledge of anatomy clinched it - she saw the most intriguing sight on a woman – the bump of male genitalia. The surprised yet intrigued doctor quickly looked away because she did not want Jane to see her notice nor make her uncomfortable. Maura was now doubly interested in Jane.
When the doctor became aware of Jane’s anatomy, her world changed forever. From that day on, she was nearly fixated on how she could gain Jane’s affection so she could get her mouth and hands on her. But knowing it was likely a delicate topic for an intersex person, she did not want Jane to ever feel reduced to an object of desire. Because to Maura, getting to know Jane as a person and colleague were both equally important to her. She was aware of her own social awkwardness and not one to easily understand social cues or relate to most people beyond her own limited social circles. Her logical, genius mind intuitively understood the budding friendship needed to take its course organically. There was no doubt she wanted Jane but that was a dream goal, and she would have to have the patience as if this was scientific research and hoped she achieved the desired outcome.
Ultimately, Jane and Maura have Giovanni Gilberti to thank for bringing them together finally. If it were not for his overzealous pursuit of Maura, Jane may not have made her move. Albeit it was under the guise of being Maura’s lesbian lover. It was amidst the Sailor Man investigation; Maura was trying to get Jane’s attention by fawning over Giovanni’s long metacarpal bones. Telling Jane that she was only interested in him for sex. Jane tried to dissuade her interest in him by equating him with a primate for his lack of verbal skills. It worked. Because when Jane’s ma asked the duo to help her out and pick up her repaired car at Gilberti & Sons garage, they pretended to be together when the swarthy mechanic put a big move on Maura. Jane pulled Maura into her from behind and started to sway while they both made up a story. All at once a fabricated tale fell from both Jane and Maura’s lips. The gullible guy fell for the “llbff – life-long best friends forever” farce – the implication that they were “batting for the other team.”
Both women got through the charade easily enough. Maura was aroused mentally and physically, as turned on as Jane seemed to be if the poke to her rearend was what she knew it to be. But Jane fretted inwardly that her gaff betrayed her and hadn’t held her in place well enough. She felt a little better when Maura didn’t recoil in disgust but had the opposite reaction. But as they drove away, she knew she had to come clean because there was no way Maura was not aware of her unconscious anatomical reaction into her backside.
The atmosphere in the car was a bit quiet as each was waiting for the other to speak first. As a medical doctor, Maura had no problem talking about such matters but because this was Jane’s story to tell, she waited. After parking in the Beacon Hill driveway and taking Angela the car keys they visited with her in the guesthouse. As they sat with her ma, Jane started to daydream about what had just gone down at the garage. Her ma prattled on about a recipe with her “other daughter.” It had been too much for her when the swarthy Bostonian got too close and familiar with her secret crush, the woman Jane had come to think of as “her Maura.” Jane just did the first thing that came to her mind. Intellectually, she knew she had no right to stand in the way of her best friend, if Giovanni was who she wanted but Jane was blinded by jealousy.
Maura didn’t know how Jane really felt, and Jane was under no illusion that Maura could love someone with her condition. Dating was nearly impossible for Jane and the few times she had gotten close to someone before meeting Maura, it was a difficult topic to approach, especially for a conservative person like herself. But in that moment Jane did what Jane typically did – she reacted without thinking – classic Jane – all feeling and action, especially when it came to Maura. She instinctively reached for her and pulled her into her by the waist but not too close. Before she knew it, she felt Maura lean into her intimately and started to sway. Her body reacted like any hot-blooded American would with a pulse. Though the move was a simple, protective act it was going to have major ramifications. Jane’s body betrayed her, when the gaff hadn’t quite held her in place low enough.
The episode ran through Maura’s mind too, even as Angela was going on about a new Lemon Tiramisu recipe she saw and made earlier that was from the latest America’s Test Kitchen magazine. Maura contemplated on the other hand: she knew what she was doing but did not consider it would make Jane uncomfortable. She really gave it no consideration at all because she was wildly attracted to her best friend and protector. It was simply a necessary, preliminary yet direct move on her part; though one that would put them at the crossroads for the unavoidable. When she felt Jane’s natural reaction, a slight erection, to the pressure and rhythm of their bodies, she immediately turned and looked into Jane’s eyes earnestly. She took the opportunity because she did not want Jane to panic but to read her expression that it was okay, her secret was safe with her.
After they left her ma’s, Jane tried to get away and leave through the gate, but Maura had had enough of the cat and mouse game and insisted Jane come into the main house. Jane looked down and contemplated the fall-out of her leaving and reluctantly accepted. Once in the house, Maura walked over to the couch and sat down and patted the seat next to her for Jane to join her. Jane took a deep breath and sat uncomfortably. Maura gently gestured by rubbing Jane’s knee and asked her if she would like a beer because she herself was going to have some wine. Jane accepted, knowing she had no choice, plus she needed a little liquid courage for what she knew was coming next – the talk.
Maura returned from the kitchen with the beverages hoping the time there gave Jane a chance to calm down and collect herself. The detective looked askance at her friend when she took the beer in hand and proceeded to guzzle it like she had been in the desert for a week without water. Maura took a refined sip of her wine waiting for divine intervention to start this conversation that was way overdue and to her surprise Jane finally spoke.
“Uh, so, uh, yeah, well, I uh, I’m sorry you had to find out this way, Maura,” Jane stammered but finally got out. “Uh, it’s uh, I don’t want you to think I’m a perv or anything,” she continued having glanced over to see if Maura was appalled with her. What she saw in the most captivating warm hazel green eyes was nothing short of compassion and dare she consider - love. Maura just wanted Jane to see her as a caring ally, not judgmental or repulsed. Even though she was a doctor, a pathologist who worked with dead people who required no warmth or comfort, Jane seemed to coax feelings out of her as their friendship progressed. When she sensed Jane was struggling to say more, she felt confident enough now to speak.
“I am relieved you are comfortable enough to share this with me, finally, Jane. I love you as a friend and I have come to love you even more over time. Dare I share that I am in love with you and your being intersex has no bearing on how I feel. I love Jane Clementine Rizzoli – all of you.”
“You do?” Jane replied, gob smacked at the ease of Maura’s declaration, because Maura was not one to discuss feelings so easily if she hadn’t had time to think about them so this must be okay with her. “Maur, I really wanted to tell you so many times, but I guess I couldn’t get out of my own way, ya’ know? I was so…”
This was all getting to be too much for Maura who was by now completely open to the possibility of more with Jane. She leaned over and pulled her into a full-blown kiss. Doctor Maura Isles was not shy when it came to sex and hoped Jane would by now understand her intentions went beyond friendship. Jane was dizzy with concerns but if Maura was kissing her, this must be a heaven-sent message. Jane kissed her back and a full make-out session ensued. Things heated up quickly and Jane pulled back as the panting started to turn to whimpering with want. Maura gave her a hurtful look at feeling rebuffed.
“Uh, Maur, we, we should stop, no?” she panted out.
“No. No, we should not stop, Jane,” Maura followed not understanding why they would have to stop.
“Well, it’s not like I want to stop. But ya’ know, once I start, it might be hard, well, not just hard, ya’ know, difficult, yeah difficult to stop,” Jane stuttered out, trying not to blush at her poor choice of words and keep her head right before she lost her composure.
“Have I given you the impression that I am not aware of what may happen if we proceed?” Maura was able to get out as she tried to get her breathing under control. She gave Jane an encouraging smile to ease Jane’s troubled thoughts she could read in her eyes. Yes, Maura could read Jane because Jane let her. Jane is the one who had let her guard down with the doctor. She reasoned that they were different in so many ways, yet so similar in others.
“No, no, you haven’t.”
“So, please give me credit for knowing what I want, when I want it and whom I want it with. If I am who you want to have it with, as well, that is?” she reasoned with a shy yet sexy smile that made Jane’s system rev.
No more words needed to be spoken, and Jane leaned in to gently push Maura onto the cushions and lay completely on top of her, pushing their cores together and humping. Maura’s reaction was immediate and opened her legs wider to allow better over the cloths contact. Within seconds Jane’s nether region was aching with want and she knew Maura felt the same, feeling the dampness through her own pants. Maura was aware and spoke up. “Let’s take this up to my bedroom, please.”
Jane a woman of action, quickly sat up, reached for Maura’s hands to lift her to her feet and hugged her snuggly to try to convey to her as best she could how she was feeling besides horny. Maura returned the hug, got on her tippy toes and gave her a deep kiss. And while ending it, she turned and grabbed Jane’s left hand to lead her to the stairs and said, “come.” The smile on Jane’s face got as big as the tent in her pants as the double entendre was not lost on her.
Jane’s height at 5’ 10”, was willowy, even considered skinny but under the somewhat unflattering pant suit, tank top and t-shirt ensemble she wore as her daily uniform, it had no bearing on the physique underneath. Maura adored Jane’s body and admired it as you might a Grecian statue, a work of art. Having a mother who was a world-renowned artist lent itself to knowing the other side of the human form, not only the scientific, though the two do intersect. Jane was always a beautiful sight to behold when she was in boxing attire: muscular yet svelte thighs, washboard abs, and strong, toned biceps. Her breasts and glutes were in proportion to her body. And her hair? That was the luscious, curly out of control mane the doctor was aching to run her hands through while enjoying the other aforementioned parts of her detective and vice versa.
While contemplating Janes’s physical attributes, her hope was Jane’s “wo/manhood” would be in contention for the same honor. Her keen eye for detail made her ponder that her penis would weigh in at a hefty one pound of thick, nervy girth and likely a majestic six plus inches fully erect. How would she know without benefit of touching, weighing? She was a doctor, a pathologist and her sexual encounters with cis males made her an expert in anatomy. When she was finally able to hold Jane’s member in her hands, her assessment was spot on. And she nearly swooned at the velvety touch; no doubt from years of self-care, she thought to herself and smiled a little sadly at the thought.
The horny detective and equally so doctor moaned and writhed into each other with abandon as they stumbled into Maura’s bedroom seeking the bed with innate knowledge of the layout of the room. Maura was no passenger on this ride, so she took her chances and pushed the detective onto the bed when she felt their progress stopped. Jane sat and watched as Maura immediately knelt down and reached for her pants buckle, making short work of opening it and freeing her raging hard on. Not only did Jane feel physical relief but surprisingly emotional relief too having moved past the uncomfortable reveal so quickly. Maura pulled her pants and boy shorts down to the floor and easily removed them along with her socks from her feet. Jane then surprised herself by removing her own top and bra and was now completely exposed to a fully clothed Maura.
Before this could become an issue for the normally modest, sex talk shy detective, the extremely aroused honey-blonde beauty quickly rose up and removed her own clothes but in a very slow, seductive way. Jane was captivated so completely, she forgot she was fully naked and sporting a very angry looking penis. Before she knew it, Maura was on her knees worshiping her “wo/manhood” with her mouth as Jane fell back onto her elbows at the pleasure she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. She didn’t know how she was going to last if Maura kept going and she really didn’t want this to be the first experience with this amazingly beautiful, sexy woman who was her best friend now lover. As best as she could, while she still could, Jane leaned forward and took Maura’s head and gently stopped her, so they were looking at each other. Before Maura could comment, Jane gave her a tonsil tonguing kiss that had Maura moaning in earnest want while being pulled up onto strong upper thighs.
Jane didn’t want to assume so she asked Maura the only way she could think of, “what do you want, Maura? I want to please you since you’ve likely spent all your patience waiting for my clueless ass to get here.”
Maura needed no words and took Jane’s left hand and brought it to her heated core. She bathed the two first fingers in the warmth that was pooled between her thighs. Once lubed, she guided Jane’s fingers to her clit and gently but firmly pressed into her while circling her. Jane was just melting inside (and throbbing outwardly) at the honor of loving the woman of her dreams. While looking into each other’s eyes, panting nearly uncontrollably, she opened Jane’s pointer and middle fingers into a “v” to caress the sides of her lower lips and opening. Though she was already ready, she wanted to show Jane how she liked to be aroused and fingered. Without further ado, she rose up while straightening Jane’s fingers and sat on them and started to ride them. This elicited groans that filled the room and instinctively they knew it wasn’t going to take either of them long to climax once Jane entered her with a fully erect penis.
While Maura still had her senses she glanced down and saw the pre-cum on Jane’s head. Even with Jane’s fingers still inside her, she slowed, leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer, choosing a specific sized package. Jane saw and gave her a quick nod and while it might not be necessary given her condition – not likely able to produce a child, she wanted Maura’s confidence to keep going. The petite beauty deftly unwrapped the condom and quickly sheathed Jane’s throbbing member. Once done, she kissed her deeply and gave the shaft a few smooth jerks. She then twisted her body to the side of Jane and fell on her back on the bed pulling Jane over to hover atop of her. The action pulled Jane’s fingers out of her making Jane miss the warmth. But before she knew it, she was onto a different experience, and was now unabashedly face to face with the “rack of God” that she hadn’t made intimate acquaintance with yet. Glancing up, she saw the smile of anticipation in her lover’s eyes and leaned forward taking each of them in her mouth alternately and worshipping them with the affection such magnificence deserved. By the sounds coming from her love and lover, she enjoyed the show and the feeling of Jane loving her, all of her too. After a bit, the dark-haired stunner scooched back and up onto her feet so she could reach down and push Maura’s knees up and more apart to rub herself fully against exposed puffy flesh that was dripping wet with want.
Jane was not the one with vast sexual experience, but she had had some, though it wasn’t love and it didn’t feel like this - this was the real deal. She was a natural, a quick study at physical things and a practiced law enforcement officer trained at keeping her nerves in check; she let this calm her. Besides, she thought she had read plenty of Playboy and Penthouse forum articles and library books like every other maturing adolescent; she was going for it and figured if she needed help, who better to assist than the doctor who loved her. With this internal pep talk, Jane kissed down smooth, satiny skin to lave a perfect belly button to a strip of honey-colored fringe that was welcoming her to cross it to the promise land of everything that was good – Maura.
Maura was writhing and moaning and had even brought her hands up to Jane’s head to keep her on track. When she felt a loss of contact, she looked down and saw Jane looking for her guidance, it seemed. Maura decided to not make her guess, and she panted out, “if you want to taste me, it is okay, Jay. Regardless, I want to feel you inside me.” Jane needed no further instruction and moved her mouth onto Maura and started to tongue her opening with vigor and even licked up to suck her throbbing female hard on - her clit that was the deepest pink she’d ever seen. This threw her own libido into turbo drive, and she stood up, leaned over Maura again, looked deeply into her eyes and rubbed the head of her cock around the opening of a waiting vagina. Just then, Maura reached down, gripped Jane’s dick, gave it a few pumps, pulled her legs up and planted her feet while opening her thighs to guide it to her opening while Jane slid in into her to the hilt.
Maura was sure her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as her pelvis rose without her conscious consent to meet Jane’s, as her body adjusted to the entry of her thick member. Having her lover standing and she at the edge of the bed was Maura’s favorite position and hoped her new love was okay with it. This allowed for full, deep penetration and perfect thrusts as her lover’s lower belly rubbed and bumped her clit best. By the sounds of Jane’s groans and feminine whimpers, she opened her eyes and saw not only concentration but pleasure. Jane, for whatever experiences she had, was riding her like a stallion and swiveling her hips in perfect rhythm to her own movements. She was not a religious person, so she thanked the universe for this woman who was fast becoming her best and favorite lover. As Jane continued, she leaned over further and put her face in Maura’s neck to nuzzle her and breathe in her scent. Conversely, the doctor was strung tight as a bow with need and slid her hands up to the caps of Jane’s shoulders after caressing and tweaking Jane’s breasts and erect nipples. Maura’s palmed hands went to the mattress to maintain balance with planted feet to buffer Jane’s thrusts. Soon she threw her arms around Jane’s shoulders and arched her pelvis up when she felt a twitch inside her. It caused a chain reaction and Maura started to buck wildly as Jane now pistoned her hips, harder than she had been. Maura’s mind briefly drifted to the thought that this must be where that slang term “banging” came from because she truly felt like Jane was banging her. The thought prompted Maura to lift her legs and wrangle them around Jane’s waist to grip her tight. The action caused Jane to gasp and grasp under her thighs and lock her legs to shoot her load with a shudder. Maura’s body shook and what sounded like words came out to Jane’s ears but was in no frame of mind to even try to comprehend.
The spent detective found a way to untangle their bodies and collapsed forward to hold onto Maura while they both tried to catch their breaths, but Jane didn’t pull out, she just rested inside her love, enjoying this new feeling. After a few minutes, their panting finally calmed and they kissed deeply in affection and comfort, not to arouse. She pulled back to look into the eyes of her best friend, lover and smoothed back her damp hair as Maura reached up and did the same because now she could. Eyes locked, as if reading each other’s minds about the course that took them to this moment and shyly chuckled.
Jane spoke first. “I love you, Maura. I have for a very, very long time and I am sorry it took me so long to get here. And sorry I didn’t trust you with my secret. It’s weird because I do trust you and have trusted you with all other important things in my life. So, for that again, I apologize.” Maura was touched deeply, “I love you too, Jane, all of you. And I guess this was the road we were supposed to take. Though truth be told, I am glad we got here now because I do not know how much more I could take of loving you as just a best friend. And now, after what I just felt with you, I can say: we have come a long way, I cannot go back and I am looking forward to more of this and a full life with you Jane.”
”Ditto, Maur, ditto.”
The End