Kissing the highest point of Jane’s thigh, Maura looked up at her detective through hooded eyes, waiting for the thing she’d wanted more than this moment, more than the heavenly taste of Jane’s desire on her lips, more than the feel of her hands over her hot skin.

“Please.” Jane croaked weakly, her body screaming at her to make this happen as she arched forward, sliding herself pitifully towards the doctor.

Dipping her head, Maura finally gave in, her tongue slipping eagerly between deliciously slick folds and exploring this heavenly land with delicate precision as Jane twitched beneath her. Once more, long fingers wrapped in her hair as her tongue danced slowly over Jane’s *****. She looked up from her vantage point, watching Jane as she slowly circled the nerve bundle causing Jane to turn her head, her mouth opening with unspoken words before taking a fistful of the pillow.

Scratching slowly down Jane’s torso and pressing her into the bed, Maura paused, dipping her tongue into Jane’s core and drawing a guttural moan before returning her attention higher. As Jane writhed, Maura worked her magic, her tongue seeming to be everywhere all at once. Fireworks burst behind Jane’s eyes and she growled, deep in her throat as she felt her climax building somewhere deep inside her, a primal place that had waited forever for this exact moment.

Maura felt it too, should she care to focus enough on medical terminology, she could have told Jane exactly what was happening, although she would have to work harder to focus on anything other than the sweet sensuality of the brunette. Slipping her hand between them, Maura slid two fingers slowing into Jane, delighting in the muffled squeal that followed. Slowly at first, she pushed deep into Jane’s soaked centre, revelling in the tight squeeze she received. Curling her fingers up slowly, finding that sweet spot and moaning into Jane, her lips vibrating gently against her *****, she was rewarded with the first shudders of Jane’s imminent climax.

As the fist in her hair tightened, Maura moved faster, her fingers never ceasing and contradicting the torturous pleasure of her tongues seductive dance. As Jane’s muffled cries made her flick her eyes up, Maura thrust harder into her centre, adding a third finger as Jane bucked and pulled her closer as her ***** ripped through her soul before slamming into her body, every muscle contracting and releasing violently.