51. Chapter 51

She won’t – at first – bite the insides of Maggie’s thighs, because they’re too soft and they’re too sensitive and it’s too vulnerable and she’s terrified of hurting her and god does Maggie sound incredible when she whines like that, when she begs like that, and fuck does it feel amazing when she runs her fingers through Alex’s hair and brings her face closer into her, and hot damn if the woman is writhing like that, whining like that, grabbing like that, begging like that, for her to bite down, who is she to say no, really?

So she does, and it’s soft at first, it’s tentative, but Maggie hisses and Maggie screams and Alex swears she will never know anything but bliss again if she can always hear her name sound like that off this woman’s lips.

So she bites harder, next time, and harder, because Maggie’s hips thrust up and Maggie’s hands tug at her hair and Maggie’s throat gets raw from screaming her name, from cursing, from begging.

And in the morning she takes her time; in the morning she kisses each hickey she left on the inside of Maggie’s thighs, and Maggie sighs, and Maggie smiles, because god damn has she never felt this fucking loved.