When she comes, Steve can feel it. Her body clenches down around her fingers and she gets a little wetter against his mouth. He puts his hand on her chest, letting his palm rest between her tits as he works her through it, keeping his fingers inside of her and breathing hotly against her clit. Once she relaxes, he eases away from her and turns his head to wipe his face on the inside of his arm before getting up to get out of his jeans.

After grabbing a condom from his pocket (yes, he had hoped and planned for this), he rolls it onto his stiff cock and climbs over Maeve, positioning himself between her thighs and planting a hand into the mattress next to her head.

“Is this good?” Steve asks, ducking down to kiss her as he reaches between them with his free hand to grip his cock. He’s pretty sure that he’s got the all clear here, but it’s their first time, so he wants to be very sure. “Can I?”