Annie leaned toward the night stand and Jane heard a drawer open. While Annie balanced on her knees, Jane heard a very unsubtle squirting sound. Maybe it was nerves, or maybe the sound was just too funny, but she burst out into a giggle, which had the benefit of relaxing her. What did it matter anyway that she needed some aid in the lubrication department?

As if nothing had happened, Annie took position by her side again, her body draped next to Jane’s in the same way as before, her hand hovering between her legs already.

Annie glanced at her as if to say, this will happen. I’ll do whatever it takes. And the fact that Jane knew that Annie would go as far as needed relaxed her even further.

Annie’s wet fingers landed on Jane’s pussy and resumed their skimming motion from before. She dragged them up and circled them around Jane’s clit again, and the sensation was altogether different than earlier. At once, everything felt much more promising, much more possible. Just the addition of the lube was enough to hitch up Jane’s arousal. Some added wetness, like what she’d felt when she’d slid her own fingers inside of Annie earlier, aroused her enough to at least believe in the option of an orgasm.

Annie leaned in and kissed her again while she increased the pressure on Jane’s clit. She moaned softly into Jane’s mouth, a sound that had previously proven to be a great turn-on for Jane. Their lips melded so well together. After twenty years, they knew how to kiss each other, they knew what the other liked and disliked. It was a soft, intimate blur of lips and tongue. When Jane touched herself, in search of a quick climax, it was often their kisses she missed. Annie’s tongue claiming her mouth was one of the greatest joys she’d ever known.

Annie’s finger became more insistent, more demanding as she increased the speed of her circles to frenetic.

Jane’s tongue stilled in Annie’s mouth as she focused on the heat that rose from the depths of her belly to the surface of her skin, to where her clit met Annie’s finger over and over again.

“Ah,” she let out a short moan. Annie’s lips had withdrawn from hers and when she opened her eyes she looked straight into her wife’s face.

“Are you good?” Annie asked.

Apparently, this was the kind of climax where the question needed to be asked. Jane didn’t sink deeper into the mattress, spent, and she didn’t sport the same sort of satisfied smile Annie had displayed earlier.

“I’m okay.” Jane clasped her legs together.

“But things could be better?” Annie tilted her head.

“It was a bit… underwhelming.” Jane hoped her honesty wouldn’t hurt Annie’s feelings. “The way it has always been lately.”