753. Chapter 753

They’d gone over safe words and they’d made out on the couch and agreed that the wine and scotch would be on hold, tonight.

Because tonight, they’d wanted completely clear minds.

But clear is the exact opposite of where Alex’s mind is at.

Because Maggie has one hand on Alex’s mouth and one hand on her wrist, her thigh between Alex’s, and the last thing Maggie whispered into her ear was that she should keep her eyes open for her.

“I love you,” Maggie reminds her in a husking whisper, kissing down her jawline and checking, again, to make sure Alex likes her hands exactly where they are.

And fuck, fuck, fuck, she does.

“Maggie,” she whines, muffled against her wife’s hand, trying hard not to grind up into Maggie’s bare thigh, and completely, utterly failing.

“Something you want, Danvers?” Maggie smirks, nipping at her neck and grinding her leg down just like she knows Alex loves.

She whimpers harder, writhing almost uncontrollably, nearly sobbing with want into Maggie’s hand, her leg, but waiting.

“I know, baby,” Maggie humors her, kissing her forehead and checking in with her gaze to make sure Alex wants her to keep teasing. “But these walls are so thin, and I just don’t know if I can let you come. You get so loud, babygirl.”

Alex whimpers again, and tries to say something. Maggie lifts her hand up.

“I’ll be really quiet if you fuck me. Please?”

“I already am,” Maggie nods down their bodies, and Alex whines and thrashes in blissful helplessness in agreement.

“Yeah. Yes. Yeah. But… but with your fingers? Please?”

“Yeah? Yes? You’ll be quiet?”

“Keep one hand on my mouth, put one hand inside me, and find out,” Alex pants, and Maggie’s eyebrow shoots up.

“Cheeky,” she scolds lightly, but her lips twitch along with the rest of her body, because Alex isn’t the only one desperate for this.

She bends to kiss Alex’s lips, to shift her weight and rearrange their bodies so she’s supporting herself more on her knees; the better to have her hands exactly where Alex wants them.

Maggie replaces her lips with her hand, and Alex moans in anticipation as she lets her other hand slide down her body, tracing her collarbones, her breasts, her nipples. Her stomach, her hips, her curls.

“You still want me inside you?” Maggie confirms, and Alex’s whine in the affirmative is almost infuriated.

Maggie dips her head to kiss Alex’s belly button.

“You’re beautiful,” she tells her as she slips inside her, watching Alex’s face carefully, blissfully.

Even with Maggie’s hand over her mouth, Alex’s scream of release definitely leaks into the surrounding apartments.

Neither woman can bring herself to care, though, as Maggie waits for Alex’s body to adjust to one finger, then two, then three, curving her fingers inside Alex the way she knows makes her whimper exactly like that, makes her beg exactly that desperately.

“I love you,” Maggie murmurs again, taking her hand off of Alex’s mouth to replace it with her lips, leaning her body forward, flush against Alex’s, so that her palm falls to pressuring her clit, her own thigh adding to the sensation.

Her tongue slips past Alex’s lips just as Alex comes undone, her screams rocking down Maggie’s throat and throughout both of their entire bodies.

“I love you too,” Alex whispers, many breathless minutes later, her voice hoarse and spent and completely, completely happy.