147. Chapter 147

Maggie is kissing her way down Alex’s washboard abs, and she’s stopping at her waistband and she’s staring up at her and she’s licking her lips and she’s gulping and her voice is husky as she asks, “Alex, would you… can I um… I’d love to taste you, babe. Would you… would you like that?”

Alex freezes and Alex panics and Maggie immediately crawls her way up Alex’s body and holds her, holds her, holds her.

“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to make you feel pressured, we never have to do anything you’re not desperate for, I – “

“No, no, no,” Alex is choking. “You didn’t make me feel pressured, I just… I never… I’ve thought about it, Maggie, I…” She’s bright red and her heart is racing and fuck she she soaking wet but god is she nervous. “I mean, with you. I’ve thought about… you. Going… going down on me. I just, I – “

“Have you never done that before, babe?”

Alex searches for the judgment, for the impatience, for the irritation, in Maggie’s tone, in her face, but she finds none, only love, only respect, only reverence, only attentiveness, only care.

Alex shakes her head, and Maggie nods.

“Well, we can take it at whatever pace you want, babe, we don’t have to – “

“No. No, I want you… I want… I want your tongue… I want… but what if you don’t like it? I… what if…”

“Alexandra Danvers. There is nothing about your body – absolutely nothing – that I don’t love.”

Alex swallows and Alex blinks down tears and Alex kisses her because love, love, love.

Maggie uses every ounce of control she has to not get handsy, just focusing on kissing Alex, which is just fine because kissing Alex Danvers is like a dream.

But Maggie opened the door, and Alex is scared, but Alex doesn’t back down from things that scare her. Not like this. Not anymore. Not with Maggie. Because with Maggie, the fear is wrapped in excitement, and the fear is of what is old, not of what is new.

“Maggie, please?” she breathes into her mouth, and Maggie pulls back.

“Please what, babygirl?” she needs to confirm, and Alex glances down her own body, and Maggie gulps, and Maggie licks her lips, and Alex whimpers.

“Please go down on me?”

Maggie barely stifles a moan, and Maggie obliges.

She starts with a kiss and she starts slow. She starts with her lips and she moans because everything about Alex is perfect, perfect, perfect, and the way Alex screams when Maggie first drags her tongue across her clit is the best sound she’s ever heard, and the way Alex grabs at her hair and pulls her closer to her body desperately is the best feeling Maggie’s ever felt, and the way Alex begs her to fuck her with her tongue, begs her to lick her everywhere, makes Maggie drip onto the bedsheets beneath her, but she doesn’t care, because Alex, Alex, Alex.

“You taste amazing, Ally,” she moans, and Alex whines, and Alex arches her hips up into Maggie’s mouth and Maggie practically cums then and there.

Maggie’s fingers slipping inside Alex after she asks, after Alex screams and nods desperately, while keeping her tongue firmly licking Alex’s clit is what completely unravels her, and the taste of her coats Maggie’s tongue, lips, chin, nose, and Maggie smiles into Alex’s clit as Alex pulses all around her, convulses into her, digs her fingers into her hair and rips her throat open on her name.

“I could do that forever,” Maggie tells her as she wipes her mouth on her shoulder, and Alex lays back with a sigh, tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

“Forever sounds perfect.”