8. The Getaway
Jane couldn’t believe the bedroom when she returned. Somehow, Maura had managed to strip the wet sheet and replace it, lit 3 candles and John Legend was softly serenading with
“All of me loves all of you; love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections.”
Of course the music meant that the electricity was now back on and Jane glanced at Maura’s alarm. 4:30a.m.! My God, they had been in bed doing this the entire night and still wanted more.
Jane sat the tray down on the breakfast table, and just marveled at Maura, now squeezing her into an embrace and she was now wearing a tiny champagne-colored teddy.
Jane lead Maura to the table and right away, she scowled because the cheese was not room temperature. However, ravenous, this one time she would overlook it. Maura pulled the Camembert into a huge string and dangled it above Jane’s mouth. Jane guzzled the first beer and Maura threw down a bottle of water, reaching for the second. Jane placed crackers in front of them and laced them with Brie, handed one to Maura.
Jane was pretty resilient, but this marathon was unbelievable. Perhaps Maura was trying to make up for five years in one night. It didn’t matter, Jane waited too long to get here. She would be game for anything Maura posed.
Two more swallows and Maura was on her feet again, standing above Jane and welcoming her into an embrace when she stood.
“I am all yours, baby,” she began. “So what would you like to do?”
Jane kissed her and walked Maura back to the edge of the bed, sat her down. She knelt in front of Maura and buried herself in the silk nightie. The feel was heavenly and the smell was divine. Jane thought about asking Maura to pinch her to make sure she wasn’t still dreaming.
“I do recall marking my place before I left.” Jane crawled up on top Maura knocking her back into the middle of the bed and burying their faces together in another passionate kiss. Maura’s mouth was now fresh, tasted like toothpaste and Jane thought back to the earlier kiss. She couldn’t place the taste and suddenly realized Maura’s tongue tasted like Jane. It was the first time she tasted a woman and it reminded her of the day she and a friend were drinking and she burst out that the cocktail onion ‘tasted like a woman!’ Her friends gasped and heehawed and from that point, they did not believe Jane Rizzoli was straight in the least. There is a gentle skin to remove and then a sweet salty explosion as you draw the onion in. She hoped Maura liked that taste. She realized now that may be the reason Maura barely drank a beer, and was so attached to the frufru drinks with olives and onions in them.
Jane continued to do war with Maura’s tongue and finally the tongue wrestling match was over and Jane sucked Maura’s tongue into her mouth as far as she could. She began to suck it furiously simultaneous to pulling the teddy up to Maura’s shoulders.
Maura was gasping and moaning while trying to free her tongue and finally, gave in to the friction and fucking motion that Jane had created. She could feel her libido pounding between her legs and begging to be set free, but she would make it no promises. She wanted this night and this time with Jane to last as long as possible.
Just when Jane thought Maura could take no more, she moved her mouth to a nipple and placed her hand over the other one.
“Oh my God, Jane. That thing you just did, with your tongue, don’t stop!”
Maura’s mouth invited Jane’s tongue back in and Jane obliged. First a gentle tugging and then forceful sucking, which caused Maura to mover her body in conjunction with the tongue movements. Jane pinned Maura to the mattress and found the same rhythm with her that their mouths had created.
Maura moaned again and before she could speak, she was almost screaming inside Jane’s mouth, “I am coming, Jane. Damn you feel good. I’ve never had an orgasm that way. You’re sure you never did this,” Maura kidded. Jane was flattered, but felt like she had just begun with the sexy woman in her arms. They scooted up into the middle of the bed, because laying side to side, Jane’s long lanky legs leaned off. Jane noticed the strap on laying by the pillows and was a little startled. She leaned up on her elbows and looked down in Maura’s face Jane’s eyes said “oh, really…” so she didn’t actually have to speak it.
“Honey,” Maura consoled, “it’s here if you want it. Some do and others pass.”
“How do you feel about it, Maur?” Jane was very timid when she asked and Maura could almost see a blush rising up her neck.
“A lot of people love it, Jane, not only our type but straight people too. If the equipment doesn’t work, it even helps men last a little longer when the blood circulation and the vessels in their, …”
“Hey, hey,”Jane interrupted. “I get it. Will I feel anything?”
“You might. Certainly there is both motion and an emotional connection involved. And do you like it, Maura, I am asking, okay?”
Maura laid her hand across Jane’s forearm and whispered,
“It can be heavenly. BUT no, it does not mean that I prefer men. I just prefer women who know how to use the tools the right way,…” There was a pause, and Jane smiled. She thought Maura was referencing her blue collar background and her father’s plumbing business.
“Let me show you how, sweetie.” There was about a 2 minute pause while they scrambled into the gear and under the sheets and Jane gazed down at Maura lovingly.
“What I want and what I need is to please you. You have to tell me if I am getting this right.” Jane gently inserted herself and lay down across Maura before their hips met and slowly began to grind. The motion was mesmerizing to Jane. A couple minutes in, Jane was suddenly lost in the music and became one with it, picked up the tempo. Maura moaned in satisfaction. The heat was building between them and Jane could feel Maura nibbling her breast bone and neck.
Jane was in disbelief when Maura leaned up into her ear and whispered, “Harder, baby. Fuck me harder, Jane.”
Jane complied and this new rhythm and pace unlocked her completely.
Maura knew at that moment Jane Rizzoli was going to be the only lover she had for the rest of her life and simultaneous to the rocking and the “oh my God,” that she cried out, Maura started crying tears of joy into Jane’s chest.
“Honey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Jane attempted to crawl off, but Maura squeezed her back down and kissed Jane’s face. “You, my darling, are perfect.”
Jane kissed Maura’s teary face, and gently lay down beside her.
“Do you realize it is almost 6 a.m, Jane?”
“Yeah, I can see a little daylight. You want to sleep now for a while ?”
“I think we should, so we are on our tiptoes later when your mom is asking a thousand questions about what we did in the storm.”
Jane cackled, “You mean, I can’t tell her we spent the night fucking each other’s brains out?”
“JANE!” Maura didn’t realize she was being teased for a second, and Jane loved her shock.
“What if she heard us, Maura?” Maura smiled.
“You mean, what if she heard me? You barely make a peep. Why is that, Jane?”
“Well, I think before last night it wasn’t worth getting really riled up about.” Jane said timidly.
“Thank you for not correcting my language, Jane.”
“Oh yeah, you did drop a few f bombs, didn’t you? Listen, it’s part of the secret code for this new hideout of ours. There are no language rules in bed, Maur. Unless we both find something repulsive.”
“Thank you, Jane.” Maura scrambled til she was laying with her head on a pillow and Jane scooted over and wrapped herself around the more petite woman.
“Should we set an alarm, just in case Angela dares walk in here?
“I locked the bedroom door,” Jane grinned and raised her eyebrows a couple times, then kissed Maura’s face.
“So did I make you mine,” Jane asked.
“I already was, but you just cemented it.” Maura leaned back into Jane’s arms and kissed her chin. Then they slept.