She moves—a slow, but deliberate movement and it's enough to send the intended message. She wants you to keep going. She wants you to keep getting braver. So you do.

No longer allowing her body to support the full weight of your tensed hand, you ghost over her breast. Her nipple is painfully hard. Painful for you-painful for her. She inhales deeply and your breath mimics hers. The back of your fingers move up the plain of her chest, over her collar-bone and then outwards, to find the thin strap of her tank top. Settling there for a few seconds, you wait for some type of signal that you should continue. Her goose bumps and deep, slow breathing are enough of an indication that she is aroused, but you want something more aggressive before you continue. Allowing for a sign, you gently, but confidently curl your finger around the strap and move it up and down. Not making significant contact with her skin, only your top knuckle grazes the soft skin between her chest and shoulder.

Her body shifts and she pushes her lower half back into you. The movement has purpose, and you have the permission for which you were waiting. Your middle finger and ring finger join your index finger, wrapping around the elastic strap and you pull it a few inches away from her body. From your position, you cannot see the space your movement has created between the fabric of her tank top and her body, but imagining the view of her now, almost visible breast, is more than enough to propel your actions forward.

Calmly, you allow the weight of your hand and arm to pull the strap down her arm. You can feel your heartbeat in the crease of your fingers that are secured around the strap. You can feel it in your throat. You can feel hers in your nose, which is pushed against the side of her neck. You are both shaking.

The only sound, besides the buzz of the television, is the shifting of your bodies against the fabric of the couch, and each other. As your hand and her strap reach her elbow, her body begins to move again. She lifts her arm to help your movements, and unhurriedly pulls her arm free of the strap. You are jealous of the open air that is now wrapped around her naked breast. Freeing your fingers from the material, you bring your hand level with her exposed breast and let the tip of your ring finger graze the very tip of her tight nipple. You do it again, with your middle finger—and again, with your index finger.

Finally, the pad of your thumb swipes her nipple, and your full hand curves around her breast. At first, you are really just cradling it—supporting the weight of her breast, which her position has shifted toward her sternum. But then, as her breath catches, your hand begins to lose the restrain it has, until this moment, demonstrated. Cupping her breast fully, you massage it. You flatten your palm against it and move back and forth.

Your entire body wills you to move so you can see your hand's activity, but there is something you want to do first. Something you have thought about for so long that you are unable to pinpoint an origin. Both of you begin to pant, and you press your lips to her hairline, which you discover is damp, either from your breathing against it, or from her sweating.

You move your open mouth to the shell of her ear, slowly running the underside of the tip of your tongue along the outside, ending at the lobe, which you dip between your wet lips. Your lips wrap around her earlobe and her breath catches again. Your confidence, once again, growing.

Your mouth moves to her jaw line and you apply pressure against the defined bone. As if planned, you both inhale and she turns her face back, just enough for your mouths to connect in a cautious, yet forceful, kiss.

Suddenly, she turns her body so it is pressed, flush against yours and your kissing accelerates. Your hand is moving of its own volition now as it slides up her chest and locks it the back of her head—your thumb pressed firmly under her jaw.

You start to unravel. Your control is feigning, and from the hard and fast movements of her mouth, it is obvious hers is as well. Her moans transform into grunts as your hand returns to her breast and you pull at her nipple. You pull down the other strap and play with her other breast. Her nipples are so tight. You drag your tongue over a nipple. You suck it. Bite it. It's not enough.

Somehow you manage to speak. "Maura…" You swallow deeply. "I want to go slowly, because you are so, so beautiful…but…this is…getting difficult." She rolls her hips hard against you and brings her eyes to yours. The warmth between her legs causes your goose bumps to become even more rigid.

Still holding eye contact, she finally catches her breath enough to respond, "Everything you do makes me feel beautiful. I love you." Burying her face in your shoulder, her moaning and grunting begin again as she begins to hump your thigh. Her hands move to your shirt, frantically pushing it up your torso. As you bring it over your head, you see her smile at your naked chest, as she runs the back of her fingers across a stiff nipple.

Tightening your hands around her hips, you force her movements to stop and flip her onto her back. Now you are both grunting. You pull her pants and panties off, and as you move to get back on top of her, your body freezes as you stare down at wetness on the bare skin between her legs. A smile spreads across your face and you can't help but tell her, "You're so goddamn perfect."

Your hand presses against her center-your middle finger running slowly up her wet slit. Her breath catches and her hips move with you. "Oh my god," you moan. Her wetness runs between your fingers. Applying more pressure, you spread her lips and lightly run over her hardened clit.

A deep "Mmmmmmmmm…Jane." rumbles from her chest and her eyes roll into the back of her head. "You feel so good." Circling, at an increasing pace, your fingers feel her clit get even more swollen-her heartbeat pressing through. You other hand covers one of her breasts; your palm dragging over her nipple, in a circular motion. "Ahhhh…I want you inside of me. Please." She's whispering, but her tone is anything but passive. She continues to whisper, "Please, Jane. Please." Her entire body is shaking as she pleads with you. The way she says your name always makes you wet, but right now, holding her in your hand, watching her shake, it almost brings you to orgasm.

"YES." It's not super poetic or sexy, but it's all you can muster as your push two fingers into her. As you push, her breath hitches. It's the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. She's so tight and warm. Her entire body tenses as you begin thrusting in and out of her. You hover above her for a few moments and just watch her relish in the pleasure of you stroking inside of her. The need to be pressed against her suddenly overwhelms you, so you lower onto her. Your bodies are now flush against one another. One of her hands moves around you and grabs your ass. Squeezing again and again, she lets out another "mmmmmmm." Sloppy, hard kisses drain you of all oxygen.

"Oh god, Jane. Oh, god." She's panting. "You feel so good inside of me." Her walls begin to tighten and you realize you don't want her to cum without tasting her. Pulling back, you slow your movements and make eye contact. Her chest, neck and face are flushed to the most perfect shade of dark pink. She smiles at your with her eyes.

"I love you, too, Maura." The lump in your throat dissipates, as you realize how natural it feels to tell her this. "I love you."

You move down her body, sucking and licking along the way. Slowly, you continue to move your fingers inside of her, enough to keep her on edge. Flattening your tongue against her, you lick from your fingers inside of her to her clit. Her hips buck. "Fuck! Uhhhhh…" You revel in the way her juices run between her tight, clenched ass checks. She's grunting harder now.

After a few slow strokes with your tongue, you begin pumping at a faster pace, while sucking on her clit. "Yes. Yes. Yes." She's chanting and you are pretty sure you are going to cum with her, because she tastes and feels so good. You look up, and see her massaging her breasts. You need to make her explode.

Adding a third finger, you push into her as deeply as you can and pump really hard a few times. "Fuck, yes!" She back arches and her pussy presses against your tongue as she tightens around your fingers. As she cums in your mouth, you continue to pump, but slow your pace, drawing out her orgasm. She begins to peak, so your speed up, causing another orgasm and she is now screaming. "Yes. Oh god. Just like that. Don't stop. Yes."

Pulling your mouth away, you move your thumb to her clit and pinch a nipple with your free hand as she orgasms again. You work her down, and slowly remove your fingers.

"Mmmm. Jaaannnne." She pulls you into a heavy, deep kiss. Mouths swallow each other, as you both catch your breath. The kissing ceases and she hums into your neck, as your slide down to lie on her side. Again, you find comfort in her damp hairline. You rest your hand between her breasts and watch it move up and down with her decelerating heart rate. She clasps her hand around yours, and whispers, "Just stay right there—right here, for a little longer."