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Morning light spilled across the kitchen tiles as Maura leaned against the counter, laughing softly when Jane pressed close behind her. There was something deliciously reckless about stealing moments like this before the real world demanded them—coffee forgotten, keys abandoned, time slipping away.
Jane kissed the back of Maura’s neck, slow and familiar, the kind of kiss that only comes from years of knowing someone completely.
“We’re going to be late,” Maura murmured, though she didn’t move.
Jane smiled against her skin. “Worth it.”
The clock kept ticking, but neither of them cared—some mornings were meant to be savored, not rushed.
“ Is that your favorite toy to play with,” Maura moaned at the feel of the 9 inch strap on against her panties and Jane’s lips kissing up and down her neck.
Jane slid one of hands under Maura’s sleep shirt and grabbed one of her breasts while the other hand slipped into the front of her panties massaging her clit. “ Get nice and wet for me baby.”
“ Only for you.” Maura gasped and started bucking her hips asking for more.
Jane removed her hand from her wife’s panties and pulled them all the way down and Maura stepped out of them.
"Bend over," Jane commanded, her voice low and urgent. Maura complied without hesitation, spreading her legs as she leaned forward gripping the edge of the counter.
“ Good girl,” Jane positioned herself behind Maura, rubbing the tip of the strap-on against her entrance. Maura pushed back, eager, her pussy aching for the stretch. Jane gripped Maura's hips and thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, filling her up. Maura gasped, her fingers tightening on the counter as the dildo slid deep inside her.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Tell me who you belong to," Jane groaned, starting to move. She pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a steady rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the quiet kitchen, mixing with Maura's breathy whimpers “ You and only you .”
Maura arched her back, meeting each thrust, the pressure building fast. Jane reached around, her fingers finding Maura's clit and rubbing firm circles.
"Come for me," Jane whispered, pounding harder now, the strap-on driving relentlessly into Maura's soaked pussy. It didn't take long. Maura's body tensed, her walls clenching around the invading cock as orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her knees buckling slightly, but Jane held her steady, thrusting through the waves until Maura went limp against the counter.
Jane slowed, easing out gently, then unbuckled the harness and set it aside. She pulled Maura up into her arms, kissing her deeply.
" Now I need you to be a good girl and thank me for fucking you so good.” Jane walked over to the kitchen table and sat in one of the chairs. She spreads her legs wide open to reveal her dripping wet pussy glistening from the arousal of fucking her wife moments ago. The tank top rode up slightly, revealing the taut muscles of her abdomen.
Maura crawled forward on her knees, her taunt nipples peaking under her sleep shirt, her hands sliding up Jane's thighs. She parted Jane's folds with her thumbs, inhaling the musky scent that made her mouth water. Leaning in, Maura flicked her tongue over Jane's clit, a quick, teasing lap that drew a sharp inhale from Jane.
'Good girl,' Jane groaned, her fingers threading into Maura's hair, guiding her closer. Maura obliged, pressing her mouth fully against Jane's pussy. She sucked on the swollen nub, her tongue swirling in tight circles, then dipping lower to thrust inside, tasting the slick heat.
Jane's hips bucked slightly, pushing against Maura's face. Maura's hands gripped Jane's ass, pulling her forward in the chair for better access. She lapped hungrily, alternating between long strokes along the slit and focused flicks on the clit, feeling Jane's thighs tremble under her palms.The chair creaked as Jane shifted, her free hand bracing on the table. 'Don't stop—fuck, right there.' Maura hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt through Jane. She sucked harder, her lips sealing around the sensitive flesh, tongue probing deeper, chasing every drop of wetness.
Jane's breaths came in ragged gasps, her grip tightening in Maura's hair. Maura slid one hand up, slipping two fingers into Jane's entrance, curling them to hit that spot inside. She pumped them steadily, matching the rhythm of her mouth's assault on Jane's clit.It built fast—Jane's body arching, her pussy clenching around Maura's fingers. With a low moan that echoed off the cabinets, Jane came, her juices flooding Maura's tongue. Maura kept licking through it, drawing out the spasms until Jane slumped back, panting.
Jane pulled Maura up and kissed her fiercely, taking in the taste of herself. "Best way to start the day."