She loves that he talks to her like this, that he's actually vocal, that he sounds like he actually wants to be here. Not that he's ever given her any reason to doubt that he does, but it's still good. It makes her feel good.

And so does that thing he keeps doing with his fingers and his tongue. Maeve can't even answer, all she does is gasp for air, a moan tearing out of her when his thumb brushes her nipple.

"Fuck," she exhales heavily and then it crashes over her, sharp and sudden. Her muscles pull tight, her entire body feels warm, and then she's coming. Her orgasm rolls over her in wave after waves, each cresting in more and more pleasure as she presses herself to Steve's mouth.