Taking her cue, Rizzoli snaked her hand around to Maura’s back and carefully unzipped the satin dress, unhooked the slender brazier fastening beneath and pulled down the straps of both in one swipe.  She helped the doctor wriggle out of the black and red lace and eagerly snatched up one of the newly freed, fully erect nipples into her mouth.  Both women hummed in delight as they writhed against one another.  Maura slipped her hands under the ruffled hem of Jane’s dress, squeezing the strong, muscular flesh of the detective’s glutes and pressed her closer, making the taller woman groan into her suckling.

When Rizzoli decided that both of her lover’s eager ***** had had sufficient attention, she sat up enough to let the doctor extract her from her dress.  Maura smiled a sweet, inviting smile at her, and the detective pressed the doctor’s hands firmly against the thin strip of cloth covering her *****.  Expert hands kneaded her through the material in small, teasing circles, and Jane smiled encouragingly back, leaning down to resume their kissing.  “I love you, Maura,” she mumbled into her partner’s mouth.

“I love you, too, Jane,” Isles echoed as she removed what wass left of the clothing that separated them – all except the black tights that encased her lower legs, at Rizzoli’s insistence.  She stroked the bottom of her stockinged feet up and down the back of her partner’s long, luxurious legs.  Her hands matched them stroke for stroke along the detective’s spine, making the woman sigh and squirm with pleasure, and Jane made sure that their bodies were properly aligned in order to ensure that every wriggle, every movement, every touch was mutually pleasurable.

Eventually, Rizzoli pulled her lips away from Isles’ to whisper into her perfectly sculpted ear, “Maura, I need to ***** you so bad right now.”

Ordinarily, the doctor wouldn’t care for such vulgarity, but here, in her bed, with her lover, the words burned and thrilled through her core, making her voice gruff in answer, “Oh, yes, please.”

Jane rewarded her with a few more passionate kisses before pulling away to dig out Maura’s favorite strap-on from the bedside drawer.  She grinned lasciviously and pulled the phallus on rather unceremoniously, grabbing the lube before planting her knees in between Maura’s.  Two long, slender fingers applied a generous lathering of lubrication to the blue silicone before slipping between the folds of her partner’s labia, finding a hot, welcoming wetness therein.  With a self-satisfied smirk, she stroked both fingers fully inside, back and forth, firm and unteasing.  She felt herself getting wetter as a result of the sweet sounds of pleasure that escaped from her partner’s throat, so Jane nibbled the base of Maura’s neck before replacing her fingers with the *****.