It's not as if she'd expect Steve to leave her high and dry; they've had really good sex so far and she doesn't think that's going to suddenly change, but the way he just kind of drops her on the bed and shoves up the hem of her dress is almost stupid in how hot it is. She helps him push the underwear down, kicking them off the bed, and she can feel his come on her thigh, wet and still warm, just before his fingers sink into her and he has his mouth pressed to her cunt.
And god, it's so good. Steve knows what he's doing and he's enthusiastic as hell, which counts for so much more than natural talent, but he's got that, too.
She gets one leg over his shoulder, pressing herself up against him, her back arching as she moans and sinks her fingers into his hair. "Fuck," she says again. "God, you're good at this."
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And god, it's so good. Steve knows what he's doing and he's enthusiastic as hell, which counts for so much more than natural talent, but he's got that, too.
She gets one leg over his shoulder, pressing herself up against him, her back arching as she moans and sinks her fingers into his hair. "Fuck," she says again. "God, you're good at this."