“Oh my. Jane.” She marvelled, placing a delicate kiss over the soaked crotch of the simple cotton panties and eliciting another groan from the writhing brunette before kissing a more fervent path up to claim Jane’s lips once more. She never broke the kiss as she reached out, pulling an ice cube from the glass and squeezing it in her fist.

“Tell me Jane.” She breathed as she pulled back, meeting black eyes. “Tell me you want me.”

Jane bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as Maura offered a fleeting glance over her soaked core. “I need you…” she whispered, not trusting her voice.

Rubbing the ice cube gently over Jane’s lips, she smiled as Jane’s tongue darted out for the moisture. It was the briefest of contact as Maura slid the cube slowly down her neck, the trail of water running errantly from the brunette as Maura circled Jane’s nipple slowly, licking her lips as she watched the other woman writhe under her. The heat from their bodies melting the ice faster than she’d hoped, Maura sucked greedily on the iced nipple, the heat from her mouth after the cold causing Jane to press up into the warm release and growl low in her throat. Maura’s tongue teased, flicking the cold nub before allowing her teeth to graze across it.

After paying homage to both *****, Maura eased her way down Jane’s lithe body, littering the warm olive skin with kisses as she descended, her fingers hooking into the top of Jane’s panties and slipping them down long legs before dropping them to the floor.

Jane shivered against the sudden chill, her eyes fluttering open to meet the warm hazel of Maura’s. Her mind ran faster than ever before as she watched Maura lick her lips hungrily from between her legs. Was this really happening?

Maura scratched her nails gently at first, down Jane’s thigh, angry red welts appearing as Jane bucked up, her arousal plainly evident before her eyes. She placed a delicate kiss in the crook of her knee, nipping at the tender skin before moving on, giving Jane no time to anticipate what delight she may have in store, even with the obvious conclusion. Her fingers reached up, caressing Jane’s ***** as she arched into the contact, her body begging for more than the teasing glances Maura was bestowing upon her.