169. Chapter 169

She’s soaked and she’s arching her hips and she’s wrecked and she’s holding Maggie’s hand and she’s begging because she wants Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, the first time Maggie slips her fingers inside her.

And she gasps and she moans because she loves how closely Maggie watches her, loves how slow Maggie goes for her, loves how careful Maggie is with her, loves how Maggie asks every few seconds if this is okay, if that’s okay, if this feels good, if that feels good.

And it does, vaguely, because Maggie turns her on and Maggie makes her soaked and Maggie isn’t hurting her, but the pressure isn’t that mind-blowing thing that makes her want to toss her head back and scream like everyone seems to talk about penetration as.

No. That mind-blowing thing is Maggie’s tongue teasing her nipple, is Maggie’s palm pressuring her clit, is Maggie’s thigh between her legs, is Maggie’s lips on her neck.

This penetration thing? It’s better than it ever was with men, because god, at least she’s wet, now, at least Maggie’s paying attention to her, now, but it’s not great and it’s actually not even good.

And Maggie freezes, and Maggie pulls out gently, gently, because Maggie reads it in her face, in her body.

And, to her surprise, before she can even start to panic because she messed things up, Maggie smiles.

“Penetration not your thing, Danvers?” she asks, and Alex searches for the irritation, the disappointment, the anger, in Maggie’s eyes, but she finds only respect, only happiness, only the giddiness of learning something new about her.

Alex shakes her head and Maggie’s smile deepens and she crawls up Alex’s body to press a kiss to her lips and whisper headily into her ear. “That’s okay, Al. I think I know something that is.”

And she slips her thigh between Alex’s legs and Alex gasps and Alex grabs at Maggie hips and Alex smiles, because this must be what it’s like to have real intimacy, to have real love.

And it really is fantastic.