"Fuck, Steve," she moans, knowing she's close, knowing it's coming. Her body feels like it's riding the crest of a wave, being pushed along as it rises higher and higher, before it suddenly crashes against the shore and she crashes with it, shuddering against Steve's mouth. Her muscles clench tight around his fingers and she moans again, her breath catching, chest hitching as she feels the heat and the pleasure rolling over her.

Her fingers tighten in his hair, holding on, her thighs tightening around him, and then suddenly she goes limp, dropping back against the bed with an exhausted sounding laugh.

"Christ," she says, grinning up at the ceiling, her thigh still looped over Steve's shoulder.