Maeve moves her hips and Steve makes note of the angle as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out as he focuses his mouth on her clit. His cock is crazy hard in his jeans and the knowledge that soon he'll get to be inside of her, have her wrapped around him, makes him let out a low groan as he presses his mouth to her.

He can't remember the last time that he wanted to fuck someone so bad. Probably Nancy, actually, and Steve wonders if that means that sex really is better when you actually really care about the person, and he's just been kidding himself.

Steve's fingers crook forward a bit and he hums when he finds the spot that makes Maeve gasp, rubbing at it as he closes his mouth over her clit and looks up at her with dark eyes. His hair spills across his forehead as he reaches up to cup one of her tits, dragging his thumb over her peaked nipple.

"Come on, Maeve," he murmurs, watching her as he flicks his tongue across her clit. "I want to see it."